Hello, dear reader!
Seven weeks.
Seven short weeks. That’s it. That’s all that stands between us (that’s me and my ever-wonderful wife, Tina) and our first foreign vacation in eight years.
Seven weeks.
Wednesday, 9 July 2025
Wednesday, 2 July 2025
Getting The Needle
Hello, dear reader!
It’s been a long couple of days
Not for any real reason. A couple of minor inconveniences aside, I’d say they’ve actually been quite fruitful days. Days in which I’ve got a bit done. Days in which I’ve prepped for doing more.
But still, the time it flies, but the days they do drag. And of course I know the reason why.
Because once again it’s B12 time.
It’s been a long couple of days
Not for any real reason. A couple of minor inconveniences aside, I’d say they’ve actually been quite fruitful days. Days in which I’ve got a bit done. Days in which I’ve prepped for doing more.
But still, the time it flies, but the days they do drag. And of course I know the reason why.
Because once again it’s B12 time.
Wednesday, 25 June 2025
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.
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.
Thursday, 19 June 2025
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.
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.
Wednesday, 4 June 2025
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.
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.
Wednesday, 28 May 2025
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.
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.
Wednesday, 21 May 2025
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.
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.
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