Larry’s Diary, Week Two Hundred And Seventy-Five
Monday Good morning, my friends. There was a bit of watery sun about when I strolled to the bottom of the garden for my poo behind the gardener’s shed. Something had been digging down there. [more…]
Monday Good morning, my friends. There was a bit of watery sun about when I strolled to the bottom of the garden for my poo behind the gardener’s shed. Something had been digging down there. [more…]
A conversation that stuck An old conversation sticks in my mind. A decade or so later, through the synergy of passing time and the illumination provided by events, one plus one becomes three. On the [more…]
It’s difficult for me to believe the Falklands War took place over forty years ago In April 1981 I was a 30 year old captain in Specialist Forces reserve, at the training school in Grantham [more…]
Following the last “storm” and the subsequent damage, the path alongside the main growing area had turned into a bit of mud-swamp. This was unavoidable, due to Buildings and Maintenance trekking up and down it, [more…]
Monday Good morning, folks. It’s been raining overnight and is still dull and cold. Legohead is not very happy today—he has just seen the results of the latest MRP poll on the local election, and [more…]
Recently President Trump threatened to invade Mexico, all in its best interest of course, in order to smash the drug cartels that are responsible for funneling so many illegal drugs into the US. There is [more…]
Monday Good morning, folks, and it’s not as nice as yesterday here in London. The last two days have been beautiful here in Westminster, warm and sunny, real windowsill weather. It’s still warm here this [more…]
It takes a lot to keep a population anaesthetised. Anaesthesia, as medical Puffins will attest, is a very tricky and demanding mistress. A dash too much potion here, or an insufficient soupçon of elixir there, [more…]
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