The tail end of #Bloganuary from a writer who can't be bothered to blog daily. Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com 29th Jan: How are you changing the world? Who? Me? I'll pass at this one. . . Although I have been thanked (in retirement) by a couple of people I used to line manage for … Continue reading #Bloganuary: The Last Post
Continuing with my cheat’s version of Bloganuary in a weekly post. Photo by Burst on Pexels.com I don’t aspire to blog daily, but I’m looking over the week’s Bloganuary prompts to pick-and-choose the ones I can think of something to blog about. ### 8th Jan: What do you like most about your writing? I would … Continue reading A Cheat’s #Bloganuary (week 2)
To galvanise me into action, I’m taking up the WordPress Bloganuary challenge but with a proviso. Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com Since... a) I came to this challenge late, b) I don’t aspire to blog daily, c) I have other things to do... I’ll be looking over the week’s prompts and only rambling on about … Continue reading #Bloganuary (somewhat late).
I am in awe of bloggers who find things to blog about daily. I struggle to find material to write about weekly, and I fear my thinking cap went for recycling along with the Christmas wrapping. My usual advice-to-self when I've nothing worth saying is to not say anything at all. However, with Christmas cake … Continue reading When you’ve nothing to say…
Past ancient trees where once the King’s hunt rode, Low sunshine filters through to forest paths Here fat geese paddle still and royal swans glide, Around a lake man-made two centuries past. Through freshly fallen leaves, crisp underfoot, Scampering squirrels scatter from my dogs. Through leaves not churned yet into muddy ruts By cycles, turning … Continue reading Suburban Forest
It was my first job after school. After some early pleasantries, the staff room where ate my packed lunch would descend into funeral-grade silence (it was a public library, after all; everyone was reading new arrivals). The sound of my own crunching seemed to reverberate in my head, although my mouth was closed and nobody … Continue reading It’s Not You; It’s Me
They say we're never too old to learn! And our options for finding out are many. Advice abounds on newsreels, newpapers, information leaflets, and the internet. Medical advice as we move into winter is to avoid virus transmission by opening windows to ventilate indoor gatherings. Ecological advice as we move into climate change is to … Continue reading Contradiktat
I went shopping today... ,,,, Am I the only one picturing some gremlin, logged into Twitter, fingers on keyboard, deciding what shopping panic to instigate next? ,,,,,,,, ......................... This time of year, I've often wondered who on earth buys their Christmas turkey in October, when the supermarkets start upping their stock. But the empty freezers … Continue reading Just a quickie…
I struggle to throw things away, but the prospect of downsizing (again) concentrates the thinking. We live in the Cambridgeshire fens with a large garden that includes two fishponds, hedges that need trimming, sheds and decking that need regular preservative. There will come a time (I see it on the horizon...) when maintenance here gets … Continue reading Downsizing
As we grow older, the experiences of our parents can offer us clues about what to expect, or guard against. Having been adopted as a baby, I will have to wait and see. I have no knowledge of my birth parents. And medical science has moved on since my adoptive parents died. Gran survived breast … Continue reading As I Age; What Next?