Wednesday, 5 October 2022

Blood & Bicuspids

Hello, dear reader!

There are signs, portents if you will, that the times they are a-changing.

No, sadly, not politically, but in the broader, more seasonal sense. As I type, the rain has taken what feels like a temporary break, allowing general, oppressive murkiness to rule the skies. It’s also not that warm; not ‘get the heating on’ weather by any means (I mean, who can afford that?), but certainly what I’d classify as ‘jumper weather.

And it’s not just the bland, autumnal, weather, either. Christmas Cake, Stollen, and Mince Pies have started to hit the shops to remind us that Christmas is only ten-and-a-half weeks away. And then there’s the other, more timely stuff, the bits-and-bobs that proclaims there’s actually a holiday to be observed before Christmas.

Halloween, that celebration of all things spooky, dictates that witches hats,broomsticks, fake blood, and plastic vampire teeth are also fully in stock.

Which is fitting, because those last two items are what today’s blog is about.

Wednesday, 28 September 2022

Wednesday, 21 September 2022

Café Culture

Hello, dear readers!

One of the wonderful things about having a new car is the sudden and undeniable urge to do some driving.

Yes, my brand new Hyundai Ioniq isn’t all that much different from my old Hyundai Ioniq, but Winnie (the name of the car in question) is still new. She still has that distinct ‘new car smell’, that sheen to her tyres. A windscreen unframed by the dust and dirt of the road. A subtle stiffness to her accelerator.

So yes, having noted all of those things, I of course must, as quickly as humanly possible, do my best to destroy them. I don’t mean by wrapping Winnie around a lamppost, you understand. I simply mean my new steed is in need of breaking in. The girl needs some miles on the clock.

So off we popped.

Wednesday, 14 September 2022

Of Monarchy and Motor Cars

Hello, dear readers!


There is a saying that the only constant in life is change. If ever there was a time when this was more than evident, it’s this month.

Yes, not only have we witnessed a sort of regime change at the top of the political tree (and for my feelings on that subject, read here), but the day after I posted that particular offering the country, nay, the world was shook by another seismic shift.

The Queen is dead. Long live The King.

Wednesday, 7 September 2022

The More Things Change

Hello, dear readers!

And welcome to the sunlit uplands of a bright, brave new world.

It’s true. Even now, as I look out the living room window, the sun is streaming through the blinds and the temperature hovering just south of uncomfortable. It’s the kind of day where all seems right with the world. The kind of day to forget about tomorrow’s worries and focus on the pleasures of the moment (steady!).

Which is good, because thinking about tomorrow should probably carry some kind of health warning.

Luckily, the endless days of this late summer seem destined to continue for some time yet, because a saviour has emerged to banish the dark clouds and the rain we actually could do with a bit of. Winter might be coming, but Liz is going to sort it all out.

Wednesday, 31 August 2022

Running Repairs

Hello, dear readers!

This one took far too much thought.

Yeah, I know. A surfeit of thought is not something I’m regularly accused of, and quite rightly so. This particular blog entry, however was one that had me searching high and low (mainly low) for inspiration.

It’s not like the last week has been all that eventful, you see. Nothing much has happened. Yes, there was a rather nice coffee out with the folks, but that’s about the crux of it. Apart from that, it’s been all quiet on the Western Front (possibly the Eastern, Northern, and Southern Fronts, too.

So, let’s discuss something that’s going to be happening.

Wednesday, 24 August 2022

A long Walk

Hello, dear readers!

Did you ever have one of those days?

You know the ones. They seem to start okay but, bit by bit, that sheen starts to wear off as small niggles raise their heads. It’s the kind of thing that, if you’re nor careful, can snowball, as mood and inconveniences start to reinforce each other. The kind of thing that can ruin a day.

So let’s nip it in the bud, shall we? Positive thoughts. Positive actions. Om, and all that kind of stuff.

As for the pebble that’s threatening to launch this potential avalanche, well that’s the small (and I do mean small) matter of the charger for my fit watch going missing.