Yesterday, the middle-age domain, which’s been my fixed abode since 2013 when first able to tell the difference between a rhododendron and an azalea, witnessed yours truly bed even further into midlife. A realm of unfeasibly long nasal and ear hair and unshakeable redolence of TCP. The realisation of further familiarity to this segment of…
Tag: prose
A Dream?
Birdsong provides the aural backdrop to today’s literation. A chanson of appealing pitch and melody,, making a desirable change from cacophonous squawks of wood pigeons and magpies. Dins which ordinarily drowning out the smaller, infinitely more welcome garden avians. Where the wood pigeons and magpies currently reside in unclear. Their absence, though, a satisfying turn…
Slipping Into Bad Habits
Under coronaviruses watch, I’ve started succumbing to a practise which’s ordinarily a huge bug bear of mine – This the act of comfort buying. Even worse, some of the impulse online purchases are taking place after a couple of glasses of wine. This practise, to borrow a much used phrase by the old lady, setting…
Spark of Madness
“You’re only given one little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.” – Robin Williams It’d be hard to argue the Chicago born actor/comedian didn’t utilise his spark of madness to it’s absolute zenith. Sadly, though, it appears lows borne from the episodes tortured him every bit as much as euphoria levels during mania events….
Lambs of Wrath
After a few days where over the top absurdity’s tarried the sentences and paragraphs of my literary concepts, today I’ve vowed to pen a more profound narrative. Consequently, Saturday’s aspiration is to paint a belles-lettres; a lexicological magnum opus which’ll tap so far into the soul of it’s reader, on concluding the piece, they’ll feel…
No Offence, But….
The morning of Friday 28th August sees yours truly’s epiphany bank as barren as a post menopausal trout. Tiredness borne from a week of erratic sleep, a fuzzy mind consequential of a glass of wine too far during last night’s Zoom quiz, along with lower motivation levels, all contributing to the prevailing idea block. Incidentally,…
Wise Beyond His Years
“Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?” – John Keats. Sentiments from the 19th century English poet from which I oft feed when seeking to reconcile tougher life episodes which tap me on the shoulder and tarry unwantedly for a…
A Mile In My Shoes
Yesterday, after noticing the health app on my phone indicating a recent walk had exceeded 1,500 metres, the old adage ‘You should walk a mile in my shoes’ randomly sprang to mind. This he dictum meaning not to judge a person prior to understanding the life experiences, challenges and thought processes driving their behaviour of…
Accentuating the Positive
According to weather forecasters (and I’ve no reason to disbelieve them), West Yorkshire is preparing itself for a couple of blustery days. These meteorological soothsayers indicating mild zephyrs, currently gently swaying a large buddleja in my back garden, will shortly progress into a force capable of blowing your hat into the next village. Footnote –…