I was recently reminded by a friend, of an email I sent out some years ago, which I re-read (yes, I’m an email-hoarder - thank goodness!) and have decided to now share with you. My generosity, you see, knows no bounds. 18 August 2013 Dear Friends, I’m having a bit of a problem with some … Continue reading The Tail of Richard
I had a lovely Christmas, thank you for asking. It was relatively quiet, mostly due to the fact that Brad was missing. He and his girlfriend are in South Africa where they are spending Christmas at Mabalingwe Game Lodge with her family. I had a phone call this morning (Boxing Day) from a ‘Police Sergeant … Continue reading Small Black Plastic Gubbins
For readers who think my son Leon is a little sweetie, or those of you who know the older version and think of him as a lovely, smiley (not-so) young man, ever ready to lend a helping hand, think again my friends, because the little b@$!@~d keeps beating me! I kid you not. It’s … Continue reading MY SON KEEPS BEATING ME!
I had just finished my breakfast and was now trying to write. While I’d been eating a flash of inspiration came to me and I needed to write it down quickly before it abandoned me. The only trouble was, THE FLY. It had been zipping around me for the past fifteen minutes and was now … Continue reading ONE OF LIFE’S LITTLE IRRITATIONS
My morning began quite normally, with Ziggy bringing me a cup of tea in bed just before he watches the 08:00 news on the telly. It is customary for me to take my daily medications with said tea before settling back down for another half hour’s kip, depending on what time I went to bed … Continue reading A Cup of Tea and Dog Farts
So yesterday wasn’t a regular Black Friday for me, it was more of a Frenetic Phone-call Friday. I received more calls that morning than I normally get in a week! It started at 08:25 when Brad phoned me, though I suppose I’d better give you a bit of background first. Our septic tank needed emptying. … Continue reading Irregular Black Friday (or How to Empty a Septic Tank)
Talking of the twins… We were? Yes. We being the royal we, as in ‘im indoors’ and me. I asked him to fetch me a drink of my (non-alcoholic) wine from the fridge as he ‘owed me one’ for the day. “Oh yeah?” he says. “Yeah,” I replied, “for not being there when they were … Continue reading Anyone for Twins?