For the third Father’s Day on the trot, it’s with tempered melancholy I’m unable to bestow the oft predictable trinkets I’d gift my dad on this day. Expressions whose value bore much more affectionate value than monetary, however, without exception thoroughly appreciated by my forebear. A habitual bottle of Chilean merlot and recently released musical…
Month: June 2020
Zoom, You Chased The Day Away
Last night’s Zoom quiz amongst the chaps passed in the company of habitual guests whimsy, competitiveness, absurdity, live music, one or two bowls of loud mouth soup and snacking on crisps. This heady amalgam providing an evening of variety entertainment enjoyed by British audiences since Victorian music hall days. Three hours, or so, affording likeminded…
Dotty Dialogue
I’ve been delayed in writing today’s frivolous literary cook up; a consequence of setting up an Amazon Echo Dot. This device delivered just as I’d earlier parked my posterior on a dining chair and opened my laptop lid with lexicological intent. Ordinarily, when confronted with such distractions, I’ll remain steadfastly focussed upon the written job…
Lesson Learned?
As my dear old mum would say, Thursday 19th June is being played out accompanied by “Weather for ducks!” Incidentally, as no doubt the Leeds lass would’ve prefixed the word ‘weather’ with the mildly cursory ‘bleeding’, I’m paraphrasing at this juncture. The word ‘bleeding’ her go to adverb in the occasions Maggie feels she’s perhaps…
Literary Riffing
“You’re too thin, Bethany!” Yours truly’s soundscape as I commence this chronicle. Well, that’s what the coo of a nearby wood pigeon appears to be announcing in the direction of another Columbidae; perhaps suggesting they’ve an eating disorder they ought to address. Of course, that’s purely my interpretation of the bird’s cry. From the wood pigeons…
Coco Bites Your Legs!
Yesterday evening, I’d another game of football with my lab/retriever buddy Coco; on this occasion, though, our contest played out on the back lawn. The additional space afforded to Cokes compared to the recent indoor game, of which I penned in Match Of The Day, seemingly adding a more competitive edge to the canine’s match tactics….
BA DUM TSS
Yesterday, borrowing from an old TV commercial for margarine, the punchline ‘I can’t believe it’s not Buddha’ appeared randomly in my capricious mind. This quip to a yet unwritten preface consequential from being at an abode with several ornaments which pay deference to the founder of Buddhism. I realised the punchline wouldn’t work by the…
Where The Sun Does Actually Shine!
As I write, Lancastrian solar rays top up any vitamin D depletion consequential of Blighty’s week of rain. This event throwing the accuracy of adage ‘The sun shines on the righteous’ down a very deep lift shaft. Seriously, though, the red rose counties prevailing and rarely seen sol rays, also enveloping my native white rose domain,…
Match Of The Day
Yesterday, I bought my little canine buddy Coco a soft ball dog toy. On presenting her with this padded sphere yours truly was escorted back to my childhood home in Dorchester Gardens, Gateshead. Kicking this ball around for Cokes to chase evoking memories of indoor football games my brother Ian and I partook in with a…