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Spiders On Gars

This essay is the 1,900th blog manifesting from my capricious mind since embarking on this literary odyssey in March 2015. While sitting at my patio table, in close proximity on […]
Spiders On Gars

Concessions

My redolent consort on this literary sojourn’s commencement is a tantalising bouquet of barbecued fare. At least one of the neighbourhood homes utilising the presence of solar rays to partake in […]
Concessions

Morning Patrick!

Standing on the drive with an aural backdrop of clapping, pan tapping, hollering and chiming of cow bells, Thursday evening saw me fleetingly transported back to my childhood. This brief […]
Morning Patrick!

Lumber & Lumbar

Today’s warmth imparted by our meteorological gods is such yours truly was able to consume breakfast alfresco. Sitting at the patio table, accompanied by a landscape of flourishing late spring […]
Lumber & Lumbar

Futile Grudges

This afternoon’s scheduled garden maintenance has been scuppered by the lower back trauma consequential of previous horticultural chores. Subsequently, I’m sitting at my patio table accompanied by an amalgam of […]
Futile Grudges

Menu Mayhem

The lower back trauma I wrote about in Gaining Groucho’s Gait, although significantly less uncomfortable, continues to plague me. Sporadic spasms when making sharp core movements reminding me the back […]
Menu Mayhem

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 […]
Birthday Boy

Project On Hold

In lockdown my brother Ian and adult son Jonathon, the brood’s musicians, have both picked up their acoustic guitars for the first time in years. My son didn’t actually play […]
Project On Hold

He Who Laughs Last

This morning, I undertook the horticultural equivalent of painting the Forth Bridge, when manually removing the plethora of weeds squatting on my lawn. The task of hand eradication necessitated by […]
He Who Laughs Last

To Be Frank

“Satan had his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him; but I am solitary and abhorred.” – Frankenstein In these COVID-19 induced circumstances, this poetic quote expressing the extreme cruelty […]
To Be Frank