Christmas Holidays

 Hello, dear reader!

Just  a very, very quick one today.

Unfortunately, there’s been an outbreak of something that may well be Norovirus in the Seated Perspective household. It’s not been pleasant, it’s not been pretty, and, even though the worst seems to have passed, it’s laid both myself and my wúnderwifey, Tina pretty low.

So, this is about all you’re going to get from me today, and as we are exactly one week away from Xmas, it’s all you’re going to get this side of the big day, too. 

I’ll try my best to jot a few words down in the week between Xmas and New Year, maybe on the Thursday, to tell you how Santa has treated me, but no promises, eh?

So, until we meet again, have a fantastic festive period. Eat and drink all the deliciousness, play the games, bop along to the usual tunes, and generally have yourself a merry old time. 

Marry Xmas one and all.

Mark & Tina

Only A Ninja

Hello, dear reader!


Why is it always this time of year, eh?

Not Xmas. I know why this always seems to crop up at this time of year (axial tilt). No, what I mean is those wonderfully timed mishaps, missteps, and minor tragedies that seem to crop up, adding stress and expense just when you really don’t need them to.

Like three weeks before Xmas.

Which is precisely when our airfryer decided to catch fire.

Joint Ventures

Hello, dear reader!

Echoes. Aren’t they fascinating?

I’m not talking about the way your voice comes back at you from some deep well or cavern wall. No, that's not the kind of echo (echo, echo, echo, cho, cho, o) I mean at all. What I’m talking about is echoes through time.

You see, two weekends ago, while Tina, my ever-essential wife and I were living it up in Exotic Alfreton (and sumptuous Swanwick) my sainted mother was undergoing an operation to fit a new knee.