Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Two Hundred And Ninety-Six
Monday Good morning friends. The sun was peeping through the window when I woke up this morning, so I trotted down to the back door. By the time the man had opened it, the sun [more…]
Literature
Fiction
Downfall, Chapter Six
As they ate breakfast Dave explained what he wanted Sally to do, a porter came up to the table as they were finishing, a visitor was waiting for them in reception. Dave asked for him [more…]
Arts
Jinnie’s Story, Book Eight – Chapter Twenty-Eight
Paolo drove the Toyota into the space at the Cruise Port he was directed to park in by sailors from HMS Prince George. He was behind a Jaguar and next to a gold Bentley Continental [more…]
Literature
An Old Man’s Musings Part Thirty-Nine
My poor old mind biggles at the knee deep stupidity which engulfs us : ‘I named my daughter Crumpets and now she’s being relentlessly bullied.’ Doh. Perhaps she should have called her Pikelets? Thank you [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Two Hundred And Ninety-Five
Monday Good morning, friends. It’s a most unusual day today, a warm and sunny Bank Holiday Monday. It usually rains on a bank holiday, but I think the weather gods have got it wrong, as [more…]
Fiction
Downfall, Chapter Five
Sally’s hair was still damp as they waited in the bar for Jane Goodley to arrive, Sally was smartly dressed, Dave was in jeans and a shirt, there hadn’t been time to have his suit [more…]
Arts
Jinnie’s Story, Book Eight – Chapter Twenty-Seven
All the drive back to the villa, Jinnie pondered on her conversation with Jorja. Jinnie was happy with her decision to have her concentrate on Bearcat Catering and handing over the development of Aunty JoJo’s [more…]
Book Review
Book Review: I Survived, by Victoria Cilliers
The recent tragic suicide by parachute jump of experienced skydiver Jade Damarell, widely reported in the media, brought to mind the Cilliers case of a few years ago, which Victoria Cilliers goes into in this [more…]
Authoritarianism
A View From The Greenhouse; Hooptedoodle
A normal Sunday morning, or so one might think. The end of August is damp and fairly breezy up here in the hinterlands, but nothing out of the ordinary for the time of year. My [more…]