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Gaining Groucho’s Gait

Consequential of ricking my lower back while gardening, I’m in severe discomfort as I commence this chronicle. While my peony rose enjoys its liberty from my eradication of adjacent shrubbery, gaining the solar ray warmth the far denied in 2020, I’m subjecting myself to the skin warmth bequeathed by Deep […]

Birthday Boy

It would’ve been my old man’s 84th birthday today. At 9am precisely, and in no particular order, he’d have commenced a ring around of his three offspring in turn. After my siblings Ian, Helen and I had bestowed birthday wishes upon Malcolm, in his engaging Leeds accent, he’d have expressed […]