Shaking of the Snow Globe

Sitting here surveying my garden through an icicle framed bay window, the scene of snowflakes laying gently on a chaste white lawn plays out in front of me. Exuding a serenity akin to witnessing the aftermath of a vigorously shaken snow globe, this sight bestows cathartic qualities of calm and silence. An inner tranquillity that…

Book With The Orange Cover

I’m penning today’s narrative in a waiting area of a Leeds hospital’s Bexley Wing. A consequence of accompanying my wife Karen during her four weekly receipt of oncological treatment. As I aimlessly type seeking inspiration for a 500+ worded monologue, Karen is sitting patiently poring through her current read. Due to the angle she’s holding…

Beast From The East

According to meteorologists and a local pensioner’s bunions, the icy temperatures strangling the UK show no sign of relenting in the coming days. Originating in Scandinavia and dubbed the ‘Beast from the East’, this meteorological front is currently acquiring more column inches than any other news story. Apart, that is, from Saturday’s English rugby defeat…

Juice Loose Aboot The Hoose

With my wife Karen being at her parents home in the People’s Republic of Birtley for the weekend, I spent yesterday in the company of a massive pizza. It didn’t possess Karen’s charm, nevertheless it proved to be an agreeable companion during my binge-watching of rugby and a dramatization of the 1990s trial of OJ…

Not As Bad As First Painted

I’ve a few days of decorating to ‘look forward to’ next week. Put off by the upheaval caused from the necessity of emptying rooms of bric-a-brac, not to mention lugging around heavy furniture along with the decorating itself, it’s a chore disliked by many. Many decry it as a cumbersome task, avoiding it like the…

Yet Again, No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

Sometimes day to day events result in my daily narrative more or less writing itself. Existential circumstances that require no fictional enhancement; scenes I can publish more or less verbatim. Yesterday evening, I inadvertently became involved in a minimal drama which was a perfect example of the situations I’m alluding to above. This minor soap…

Skiing Without The Adrenalin Rush

I’ve just been watching a BBC TV broadcast of the Winter Olympics from South Korea. Amongst the smorgasbord of snow and ice based sports, Auntie Beeb treat their discerning viewers to highlights of the Men’s curling and slalom skiing events. I nearly penned the latter event as downhill slalom skiing, but on reflection left out…

Floats Like A Butterfly, Sings Like Kiri

One Fine Day We Shall See – An aria in Act 2 of opera Madama Butterfly. A scene where Nagasaki girl Coi-Coi San misguidedly opines to sceptical maid Suzuki that, despite it being three years since last seeing her husband, her marriage remains strong. As fragrant tree blossom cascades gently onto the women, Ms San…

A Pint of Scotch, Please

As a terrible hoarder, I have a regular requirement to create space in the ever-burgeoning drawers, cupboards and wardrobes of my humble West Yorkshire abode. Ordinarily, it’s a token gesture by yours truly; paying lip service to a task I neither enjoy or desire to undertake. A chore riddled with difficult ‘life-changing’ decisions, such as…