Eye Chair

Hello, dear readers

It’s always best when things are fresh in the memory, especially when you have a memory like mine.

It means that details don’t get blurred or distorted by the passage of time. It means minor inconveniences don’t get blown up into full-blown soap operas, complete with a supporting cast of washed up light entertainers and returning characters best remembered from around thirty years ago.

Which is lucky, really.

Taxi For Rankin!

Hello, dear readers

So, you might remember I mentioned a Valentine’s day meal, yeah?

Well, that happened, and jolly nice it was too. Getting to our prearranged venue and back, though, well that … was less nice.

I’ll explain.

The Lurgy

Hello, dear readers,

All in all, it’d been a bit of a rough week. Not all bad. Not by any means, but it’s fair to say I’ve had better.

And it all started just twenty-four hours after posting this blog!

The Checklist

Hello, dear readers,

And welcome to party central!

Because my wúnderwifey Tina is being swept away by her sister, Jen, to watch The Rocky Horror Picture Show; a late Xmas present I hope they both enjoy thoroughly.

And of course, while the cat’s away…

Not that this particular mouse plans to get too wild. No, at the grand old age of 51, I think my wildest days are firmly behind me. Tonight’s debauchery will probably involve a film with plenty of fight scenes and car chases (plus a distinct lack of singing), a take-out, and a scoop or two of bourbon.

But that’s tonight, and before we get there we have the small matter of personal accountability to ponder.

Two Funerals And An Appointment (No Weddings)

Hello, dear readers,

It’s been a busy old week, especially considering it’s only Wednesday. It’s not even looking like it’s going to let up that much in the next couple of days, either.

Not that I’m complaining all that much. I mean it makes the time fly on by (It’s almost the end of January already?!?!?) and I guess it keeps me out of trouble. The truth is that the last three days in particular, have seen trying times.

I’ll explain.

We’ll start with Monday, a day I’ve been dreading for the best part of two weeks.

This was the day of the video call. Part of the forced move from heritage benefits to Universal Credits. If you’re a reader of the blog then you might remember me stressing about it in last week’s offering. If not you can read about it here.

The Waiting Game

Hello, dear readers,

Yes, once again, after Tina’s fray into matters of a criminal nature, it’s little old me (Mark) in the driving seat.

You lucky, lucky people.

But what of today’s subject matter I hear you cry (if I strain my hearing and stretch my credulity just a tad). Well that boils down to matters financial.

Murder, She Writes

Hello, dear readers,

After much debate and persuasion, and a poorly(ish) Mark, I volunteered to write this week, so here goes.

It's not very often that my big sister and I have some quality time together. We do see each other fairly often, and speak most days, but a couple of weekends ago - we actually went 'out out'.

Where did you go? I hear you asking. Well …