Sunday, 9 June 2019

One Step Beyond

Hello dear readers!

It’s going to be a quick one this week.

London, and my ever lovely step-daughter Sarah are calling and tonight, and the ungodly hour of 4:30 in the morning (yes, there is one. I checked). will see both myself and my wonderful wife Tina board a bus and begin the 6 hour journey needed to get there.

It will mean the next blog will be as full of adventures as my gut is presently full of take-out food as we take in the sights, sounds, and possibly the smells of the nations capital.

Monday, 27 May 2019

Now And Then

Hello dear readers!

Let’s start at the very beginning. It’s a very good place to start. (Or so a certain overly cheerful nun would have us believe anyway). The trouble is, I’m no longer sure where that is.

The last couple of weeks have been pretty good you see, weather-wise, at least, and that has seen your friendly neighbourhood blogger indulge in one of his favourite pastimes, namely doing a whole lot of nothing.

I’ve taken to rising at my accustomed hour of far too early in the morning, and transporting my breakfast, a pot of coffee, my dog, and my book into the newly furnished back garden to soak up a little of this should-probably-be-seasonal sunshine. It’s led me to do a lot of reading and a lot of thinking (yeah I know, never a good thing), and it is upon the latter subject I’d like to write today.

Sunday, 12 May 2019

Feel The Burn.

Hello dear readers!

It has been 14 long and arduous days since last we met (well, from my point of view at least), and that time has been filled with a lot of sitting around, a fair amount of telly watching (Thank you Line of Duty), and a distinct lack of actually doing well, anything really.

Doesn’t sound much to write home about does it? Certainly not anything to base a blog post on. I mean, yeah, I may have a knack of making ten words do the work of two but that’s stretching it, even for me. Luckily there is a reason for my inactivity and it’s that I’d like to share with you today. 

Sunday, 28 April 2019

Coffee Time

Hello dear readers!

Today you find a much caffeinated blogger. A man who is operating at well past the recommended capacity for such things and trying to stop himself typing at a million worthless words a minute.

This is not due to any energy drinks, you understand. There have been no Monsters, no Caraboa, and definitely no ruddy hued bovines to stimulate this tired mind. No, I prefer y stimulants to be of a more natural variety. For preference I like them black as night, strong as sin, and fully equipped with the power to melt the enamel straight off my teeth.

In other words, I’m a coffee fiend, and that will be where we begin this week’s offering.

Sunday, 14 April 2019

The Bug In The System

Hello dear readers!

Today is a day which finds your friendly neighbourhood blogger feeling just a little flat. A tiny bit out of sorts if you will (and even if you won’t to be fair).

The most probable cause for this is a dose of the common cold or some other related bug that has left me with a faint but persistent headache, a small case of the sniffles, and a thirst for cups of tea that seems unquenchable. Of course as is the way, these days, my MS has decided to lend a hand in proceedings, and a mega-dose of bone-deep weariness has decided to drop in to lend it’s support, alongside it’s friend and neighbour, Mr Brain-Fog. All of which is… Smashing.

And really, it couldn’t be timed better, because this week was the week of my injection.

Sunday, 31 March 2019

'A Book?' He Wrote.

Hello dear readers!

And a happy Mothers Day to one and all!

Now, I’ve blogged on the subject of my most sainted mama before, namely here, and I think it’s fair to say that the post still stands as testament to the really quite remarkable woman that I owe my existence to.

For this week’s offering I want to move away from the hearts and flowers, and the Hallmark cards and I want to get just a little bit selfish. This week I want to talk about me, (me, me!) and something that is becoming more and more important to me as the years tick by. Something personal. Something I have always aspired to; and something that I am, in fact, doing at this very moment.

I’m sure you’ll be relieved to hear that I’m talking about my writing.

Sunday, 17 March 2019

Born Too Soon

Hello dear readers!

We are living in interesting times.

The pantomime of Brexit is, as we speak, continuing unabated, with various options from The P.M.s deal, through to no-deal, to possibly Noel Edmonds ringing up the banker popping to mid-stage and shouting ‘oh no it isn’t’ (oh yes it is!). Possibly there’s an unheard of deal behind you. Whatever the resolution to this strangely hypnotic farce, and whenever that resolution occurs (if at all) it will mean change, the only constant upon which anyone can rely. Things change.

Sometimes this is for the worse but every now and then, it’s possible to catch a glimpse of a brighter future, and that’s what has happened this week.