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 Heat cream. It’s remit that…
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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 his instrument on picked it up, it was raised from it’s stand to undertake a heavy handed flattening of a spider on his spare room…
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 not possessing a chemical alternative. The products I required not stocked at the small store where I purchase comestibles. And, until yesterday, I was loathed…
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 of existence tainted by complete loneliness and isolation, resonated with me. This notion manifesting from a mental health aspect; not from a personal perspective. After…
New Dawn, New Day, New Month
To almost borrow from Nina Simone’s hit refrain Feeling Good, ‘It’s a new dawn. It’s a new day. It’s a new month. But the same old s***e!….. And I’m not feeling good!’ May has taken over the calendar baton from April. A poisoned chalice of immense proportions, rendering the new month with an almost certain…
Allume Mon Feu
This evening, consumption of a takeaway chicken balti supper fulfilling a week long craving for cuisine from the Indian sub-continent. A modest feast raising my spirits after an earlier fraught encounter with my estranged wife; more of which I wrote in Jees, They Really Built These Things! Before moving on, I’d like to clarify that when writing…
Jees, They Really Built These Things!
This morning, due to COVID incarceration I drove my car for the first time in a fortnight, or possibly even longer. My trusty old Vauxhall Astra, which’s transported me from A to B for a decade now, starting first time and performing its assignment with usual understated reliability. Admittedly, my Astra’s achievement isn’t as impressive…
Not Going Out
This morning a COVID-19 related notion popped into my conscious thought which, following a couple of circuits around my neurological corridors, I deemed worthy of mention in despatches. This not an epiphany of a magnitude which’ll illuminate this prevailing dark global landscape. My coronavirus ‘lightbulb moment’ not something useful, such as a suggested vaccine for…
Napping On A Tuesday Afternoon
With energy levels dropping like a listing helium balloon, today I required a post-midday nap to unearth yours truly’s cloaked dynamism. Prior to venturing down this rambling road, I wish to point out at this juncture, I’ve not got, or at any point displayed, any COVID-19 symptoms. Also for the record, this brief catnap provided…