Monthly Archives: February 2020

Never Rains . . .


It has rained all day. Even when I ventured out to get this photo of the success of my Rain Catcher it suddenly poured on me gleefully, catching me out in the open. Another pouring thing is that Much Better … Continue reading

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Swimmingly as a Gala Occasion


Jeneva qualified to participate in the Top 8 Gala at her school yesterday, and in  spite of being a bit out-of-sorts she went like a bomb. My great regret was that due to my health problems I was unable to … Continue reading

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Too Maw Egg Skew Sis


I have two excuses for the recent absence – both self-sufficient. One is that on Saturday I was re-admitted to hospital feeling grotty. The second is that, also on Saturday, the internet and phones went down yet again and only … Continue reading

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Unwelcome Hospitality


Here we went again: another day, another hospital.                 This may seem welcoming enough, but the reality was that it was a rack of torture. Successive blood transfusions and no sleep for about … Continue reading

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Times Increasingly Interesting


The wrongly-sourced curse of ‘interesting times’ (it is not Chinese but probably American) has certainly come upon us. Most the past week has been spent in hospitals, clinics, doctors’ waiting rooms, or travelling from one to the other. One Specialist … Continue reading

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Colonialist’s SONA 2020


(Everyone present to be greeted by name as a preamble including the team that cleans the toilets): The State of the Nation is: DIRE It has been decided to rename the Provinces. Each will become a mini-State. There will be: … Continue reading

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TOBOGGAN RIDE THAT COST +- ONE MILLION POUNDS


I am a dangerous person to be around, in that I am given to violins. The one I play most often is a run-of-the mill Suzuki: My other one, that Rhiannon has been picking up the rudiments on, is something … Continue reading

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