Blog 131. Did I Mention My Cut Finger?

Can there be a more depressing place to be than a funeral? I know that these occasions are meant to be a celebration of the dead person’s life but, let’s face it, they never are.  Even if the late departed is only slightly known to you, you still get upset – especially as you getContinue reading “Blog 131. Did I Mention My Cut Finger?”

Blog 127. After You With Those Crayons

So that was summer.  It was 5C outside our house last night and the central heating is back on for the winter. For Jane, out go the skirts, shorts, sandals and sun tops; in come the trousers, socks, jumpers and (soon, I dare say) vests.  We calculate that we, the Shacklepins, had only about thirtyContinue reading “Blog 127. After You With Those Crayons”

Blog 114. It Felt Good To Be Out Of The Rain

The heat was hot and the ground was dry, as the tautological lyrics by the pop group America say.  And, behold, the British establishment and its media have found something else to terrify us with.  Yes, the UK has experienced a ‘heat wave’ and we are all doomed. Health warnings are broadcast, schools are closed,Continue reading “Blog 114. It Felt Good To Be Out Of The Rain”

Blog 100. Mustn’t Grumble…

I have had a complaint.  No, not a complaint about being a dangerous insensitive bigot, espousing the outdated views of the the 20th century (that position is still available), but for being too technical in my blogs.  A friend of mine has commented that she enjoyed my writings, but found that about a third ofContinue reading “Blog 100. Mustn’t Grumble…”

Blog 28. Northumbria

Northumbria 17 – 26 October 2019 The holiday is over.  Jane has put away her warm vest, for the moment, and we have returned to the warm South (2 degrees C this morning).  So that was Northumbria; been there, done that, avoided the T shirt. We spent an excellent three nights in Sunderland (if thatContinue reading “Blog 28. Northumbria”