After two years of retirement, I’m seriously contemplating dipping my toe back into the pool of paid employment. Don’t get me wrong, since taking my pension early I have spent my time in a productive and a predominantly verve filled times. However, of late I’ve decided I spend an unhealthy amount of time on my…
Tag: prose
Fit For a King
You can say what you want about us Brits, but no one can take away our ingrained capacity to nail pomp, circumstance and royal celebration. A point gloriously highlighted over a weekend witnessing two days of festivities to mark King Charles III’s coronation. As expected the ceremony which saw our new monarch crowned was undertaken…
Watch Out For Those Thorns!!
Working with this week’s topic prompt of ‘The Walk’, my mind wandered to a recent discussion at a writing workshop I attend on a bi-weekly basis. This whimsical exchange relating to the merits, or otherwise, of an upcoming naked stroll scheduled to take place at a nearby North Yorkshire town. Let me start by admitting my understanding of this…
Coal
I’m penning this prose from within the hallowed walls of my partner Sarah’s living room. A bright and airy room which she has decorated in the minimalist style she so says she prefers. I reckon if truth be told, though, the chamber is only minimalist because she’s not yet worked out how to shop-lift a…
Family Break
My spirits lifted with the entrance barrier. Coming up a rare few days when I’d be in the company of my adult children (Jonathon & Rachel), their affable partners (Jenny & Brian), my partner (Sarah) and, dare I say it, most importantly my beautiful three-month old granddaughter Rosie Dot. The raised entrance barrier affording Sarah…
Cultural Debate
I have had a buddy from Gateshead stopping at my Wakefield apartment for the past two days. A cohort of mine since working together at the National Coal Board head office in the early 1980’s, he (also named Gary) taught me a huge amount about inappropriate humour; including the limerick starting ‘The was a young…
What To Do?
Zella, my partner Sarah’s adorable German Shepherd, looks back forlornly at me as I crank up todays creative literary engine. I’ve gotta say, I’m unsure why the sable haired beauty looks so despondent. After all, she’s had a walk, during which she enjoyed herself chasing and retrieving sticks; the furry canine’s also had her morning…
Pout
Yesterday a special friend of mine underwent a minor cosmetic procedure to enhance her lips. She’s not asked me to maintain her privacy, nevertheless, for the purposes of anonymity I’ll call this buddy Mavis Greensleeves of 27 Edelweiss Way, East Climstead, Yorkshire. Footnote – When I say special friend, I am referring to the place…
Between Baroque & A Hard Place
A few years back I wrote a blog about baroque period composer Johann Sebastian Bach… Or should that be a few years Bach, not back?… No, no, I was right first time. Within that fictional essay I somehow managed to divert from the original narrative topic of the UK’s 1715 Riot Act. Instead segwaying onto…