The Bench

There were four of them. Like parrots sitting on a perch, squawking and preening. The three ladies were ruffling their white-feathered heads and the gentleman was sitting watching, touching his own balding crown with a worn and wrinkled claw. Their hands then crossed simultaneously over the handles of their walking sticks, three of them bright … Continue reading

One last goodbye…

“Can we say one last goodbye? Just the four of us, please.” The plea came from so deep within his heart that of course we would never have refused him this one small act of homage. He deserved this and she deserved it even more. The only light came from the stars and the almost … Continue reading

Midweek Night Chill

This is similar to Saturday Night Fever but in the middle of the week and without the tight flared trousers. And thanks to this highly unexpected Chill I have found the definition of The Perfect Evening. The Perfect Evening means coming home late, getting changed into pyjama bottoms and a dirty grey t-shirt. Then it … Continue reading

Smile!

I’ve been conducting a scientific experiment recently, trying to see the effects of a simple yet hugely interesting study of human nature. What on earth have I been up to? I’ve been smiling in the street. There have been no big cheesy full-teeth weirdo grins. I haven’t been flashing my American-made gnashers at strangers, making … Continue reading

And the Oscar goes to…

Hubby, for his role as the Good Son in “My Father is a Flipping Moron”. Although he has played this role his whole life it is only now, after the death of his mother, that Hubby has really gained a depth of intensity in this psychologically demanding and exhausting part. Playing alongside the leading role … Continue reading

Farewell my friend…

Life is cruel sometimes. It takes the young ones, the little ones, the ones that never did anyone any harm. Like it took you this morning. In a flash. In a flush. How long had we known each other? Since the day of my fiftieth birthday.  Eleven months and fifteen days to be exact. Not … Continue reading