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Anagram Fiasco

This morning, as yours truly sought to entertain myself during a barren hour in-between breakfast and scratching around the place, I secured refuge in creating anagrams from the word COVID. […]
Anagram Fiasco

Brouhaha

Yesterday my Twitter timeline contained a query tweet asking those witnessing for one word to describe 2020 at this current juncture. Wanting to avoid cliched responses of locutions like ‘unprecedented’, […]
Brouhaha

Muddled Messages

As the UK government’s lockdown edicts ease, I grow every more confused at exactly what us Brits can undertake without risk of censure. Muddled messages from on high flummoxing me […]
Muddled Messages

Empty Days

There’s a plethora of adaptations which the global family’ve been forced to embrace on planet COVID. Social distancing, lockdown, denial of meeting friends and family just a few undesired concessions […]
Empty Days

Half Term Report

“How do I define history? ….. It’s just one f***ing thing after another” A whimsical quote borrowed from Leeds writer Alan Bennett’s prose in the tome History Boys. An observation […]
Half Term Report

It’s Official!

Two days ago, a friend gifted me a Fitbit health monitor watch. Consequently, I’ll now be party to more informed statistical data relating to my daily fitness regime. Management information […]
It’s Official!

The Real Milestone

In this my 1,950th narrative, I wanted to touch upon a separate literary milestone achieved three days ago. This landmark my blogging website writesaidfred.org receiving  100,000 hits since it’s 2015 […]
The Real Milestone

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 […]
Dotty Dialogue

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 […]

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 […]
Literary Riffing