In The Wee Small Hours

I’ve written before of how creatively fertile my mind can be in the early hours of the morning. A trait which’s previously witnessed me both write and draw at some god forsaken hours. Sometimes even before the roosters rise and a whistling milkman arrives with float laden with dairy produce. My extensive research has unearthed…

Who Killed Cock Robin?

With a little help from my virtual buddy Alexa, I’ve at last found a strategy which appears to partially counter my long-running and habitual sleep deprivation. This aide au sommeil being, on my command, sexy Lexxy emitting a calming heavy rainfall soundscape within yours truly’s bed chamber. Sounds aimed at, and thus far effectively, negating…

A Cat Called Lyrical

It’s 5.22am as I commence this daily chronicle. My attention currently fixed on a curious whistling noise which is holds my attention while I endeavour waxing lyrical. To steal one of my own old jokes, Lyrical is my cat and he’s not overly happy about this waxing arrangement. With there being issues around the capitalisation…

Up Before The Larks

Even though it’s competing against a substantial sleep deprivation rap sheet of late, last night saw my worst nights kip for many a year. In fact, as I lay awake at 1.45am, yours truly concluded I don’t think my slumber longevity has been this poor over a sustained period since working night shifts during the…

An Overnight Ordeal

I’d a fractured slumber overnight; my disrupted sleep pattern proving as erratic as Mr Magoo’s driving skills. Falling asleep at 9pm, during an episode of Netflix drama ‘Unbelievable’, I woke around 12.40am disorientated, wondering why I was wearing a Scooby Doo fancy dress outfit. Footnote – A fractured slumber isn’t to be confused with a…

Cistern Broke?

This Sunday morning, I’m confronted with an infrequently faced affliction of bearing little interest in writing. In fact, I’d go as far as claiming, as things stand, yours truly would rather consume all three jars of incredibly hot chilli jam received as a Xmas gift than draft this prose. That being said, due to concerns…

Fatigue

Being practically housebound in the aftermath of my heart attack has granted me significantly more time to focus on writing. My cardiologist’s orders to rest providing me with a perfect opportunity to concentrate on the literary job in hand. Negating against having to sneak twenty minutes of penmanship in here and there between everyday tasks,…

Not So Secret Squirrel

Wednesday 18th April – After a night kipping over at mater’s abode, it was an early reveille for yours truly today to undertake my usual Wednesday morning voluntary work at Wakefield Hospice warehouse. This gratis labour my small gesture towards thanking the people who so splendidly cared, supported and comforted my family during his final…

My Achy Waky Heart

Aching muscles on waking sits akin to nasal hair grooming and overnight bathroom visits as the scourge of the middle-aged man. I’d never previously felt my age – Sadly this changed when winter 2017 made it’s unescapable visit. As a consequence of the season’s lower temperatures, my inaugural waking thought now is I’ve been coaxed…