Wednesday 29 June 2022

Out The Bag

Hello, dear readers!

And welcome to the madhouse.

Yes, the recent work we’ve had done to our lovely little home may be complete, but that doesn’t mean the adventure is over. No, not by a long chalk.

The skip which has taken up the space usually reserved for my car was taken away on Monday, after I made a call to the roofer who ordered it. The scaffolding which has enveloped our house like some industrial exo-skeleton is only an hour gone, however. And that has had some… repercussions.

In order to set the scene, and possibly make what comes next just a little obvious, it’s probably important you know we (that’s myself and my long-suffering wife, Tina) have cats.

Wednesday 22 June 2022

And Dusted

Hello, dear readers!

Everything comes to an end.

Sometimes this is a sad thing. The end of an era. The passing of a generation. The full stop at the end of the sentence. Fini. Done. The End.

Then again, there are some things in which the end comes not too soon, but bang on time, and this last week has brought just such an ending.

Wednesday 15 June 2022

Up On The Roof

Hello, dear readers!

There’s only a matter of days left, a mere collection of hours, which I just know will fly by, leaving me exposed and vulnerable like I’ve never been before.

This is the weekend we stand as witness to major changes in both my life and that of my wife, Tina.

This weekend the surgery starts.

This weekend the roof comes off our house.

Wednesday 8 June 2022

The Plan

Hello, dear readers!

There are plans afoot.

Well, maybe not afoot. A-wheel maybe?

Regardless of which expression fits best, there are plans, and they are underway. Forward momentum has been achieved. Not a lot of it, you understand, but some. It’s really quite exciting.

As to the nature of those plans, well that has a lot to do with a trip away and big days of celebration… on two fronts.

Wednesday 1 June 2022

The Jubilee Line

Hello, dear readers!

I think it’s fair to say we all love a party, right?

Well, maybe not all of us. I mean, I’m sure there are some of us who find the idea of crowds, and noise, and fuss, and everything else that goes with such super-sociable events a little too much. On the main though, on balance, I think, as long as there’s a kitchen to slink off to, most people can at least put on a plastic smile and bear up under the strain of a party every now and then. I know I can.

Saying that, it does depend, just a little, on the reason the party is being thrown.

For those who have yet to see through my thinly veiled allusion, the party I’m focussed on at the moment is the platinum jubilee of our very own Queen Elizabeth II which is being celebrated over the next four days.