Category Archives: Good luck
grape shot….
My mind was elsewhere as the sharp knife in my hands surgically removed the seeds from a large bunch of putative “seedless” grapes. I was reflecting on whether Beulah’s response to her mistress Mae West’s request for a peeled grape … Continue reading
Hobson’s egg….
Given the choice, we humans will invariably choose to have a choice. The more extensive the list of choices may be, the more highly we regard that which is on offer. Not withstanding, that in this time of ours, knowledge has … Continue reading
Not dropping my knickers whilst shopping….
I like to feel that I eat seasonally but, to be honest, I’m not sure what that means. My knowledge of the arrival and departure dates of fruits and vegetables is, at best, rudimentary and at worst, notional which failing I blame … Continue reading
There is a season……
A reputation in tatters is what you see before you. Years of studiously practising to be a grumpy Grandad has gone by the board. Be warned, this is what happens when you’re surrounded by the amazing children of your own … Continue reading
Read crumbs…
Today I have been profligate with time. I spent some making a vegetable curry and, while the pot filled the kitchen with its perfume, I spent some more looking at pieces of writing which I have shared with you, and … Continue reading
I think we might be doing it wong…
“This is going to hurt me a lot more than it’s going to hurt you”is a phrase that is only vocalised when the exact opposite is true. Had I been in Sidney Carton’s shoes, that thought would have correctly passed through … Continue reading
The pain of separation….
I was thinking of meringues and then it started raining and the car wouldn’t start. That was one the sequences of events that will eventually make up today. A perfectly blue sky filled with puffy white clouds, reminiscent of a … Continue reading
Days of little miracles
There’s a corollary to chasing death which is a blind determination to hang on to life.We were watching a butterfly in our garden gloriously living its short span by floating ethereally from bloom and bloom like a fantastically rigged aerial sailing ship. … Continue reading
The sweet smell of excess….
I remember the excitement of “overdoing it”, the anticipation of “going too far” and the sweet smell of excess. The resilience of youth to absorb punishment in the form of recreational stimulants is Olympian when viewed in the rear vision mirror as … Continue reading
Beans talk
The car was laden with fresh poison for Algy which I had just specially purchased to celebrate his unexpected return. I had been to his favourite shop in La Rochelle where once again the friendly salesman took more of our … Continue reading