Off Licence

Hello, dear reader!

Have car, will travel, as I think I once heard someone say.

It’s a sentiment especially true for a disabled gent like myself, and that in turn makes today a very fulfilling day and at least some of the days gone by just a little scary.

Allow me to elucidate.

Londinium

Hello, dear reader!

Sorry for the very evitable delay, but yesterday kind of exploded on me. True, a better prepared, better organised man would have written his blog well ahead of time. The trouble is, that’s not me, and that bloke’s blog is nowhere near as thrilling a read.

So, on with the show.

This week the most troublesome part of log writing, the onerous task of finding some potentially interesting factoids amid the humdrum footfalls of my not too exciting life. This is not one of those weeks, because, as some astute readers may have worked out, last week, the week of the missing blog post, Tina and I went to London.

Giddy Kipper

Hello, dear reader!


As you can imagine - I like to make good on my promises, so here I am with your weekly muse on the Rankin 's super thrilling and exciting life, from the wife's perspective of course.

The Streets Of London

Hello, dear reader!

Repetition.

Repetition, repetition, repetition.

It’s something I’ve been accused of, every now and then. But, when it comes to this week’s offering, I know the subject matter is one I’ve not written about in well over a year, possibly nearer to two.

‘Cos once again, it’s London time, baby.

In The Habit

Hello, dear reader!

They say it’s the little things that count.

Of late, I’ve taken this old saw somewhat to heart, and, like a lot of things in life, it started with a book.

Maggie

Hello, dear reader!

Sorry, mum, this one’s about cats again.

I say cats, but I actually mean cat. One cat. Singular. Individual.

And, although it might be difficult for all you Ailurophobics out there, my own sainted mother included, this week there isn’t much choice in it, either.

You see, last Friday, at just before 11pm, we said goodbye to Maggie for the last time.

Coming Home

Hello, dear reader!

Well, that was a week.

I mean most weeks are, generally speaking. The standard seven day progression through the calendar, whether from Sunday to Sunday, Monday to Monday, or some arbitrary point to arbitrary point is pretty standard these days. A regular occurrence, one might say.

But it’s how you fill them that counts, and these last seven days have been filled to the brim with excitement, anticipation, and elation on multiple fronts.

So, shall we?