I know this title is an artless steal of an old song lyric but it kind of fits ish.1 I’m not sure why, but I can’t quite seem to get the words to come out for this last blog of the month. My aim was to, perhaps, write one blog each week or two but… Continue reading January February Don’t You Come Around
It was a two bottle of Gavi kind of evening. That is two bottles between two of us, in case you’re counting. Yesterday morning we sent Anne’s brother Mark off to the ‘inn at the end of the world’ (G.K. Chesterton – The Feast of the Snow). Where, under normal circumstances, the church would be… Continue reading Grief in the time of Covid
I wasn’t planning to write anything again until the end of the month when I will have hopefully completed my 100 miles in the month challenge. But the snow actually, finally, kind of, settling on the streets of Bebington meant that my long run hasn’t happened today and, after much vacillation and angst about letting… Continue reading 28 miles to go
My previous blog was a little side track into the real world out there where the crazy nonsense is going on. That may happen from time to time when I crane my neck from beneath my shell, peer around, and then shudder back into my cave of safety. This time I’m concentrating on the non-dramatic… Continue reading How’s that New Year Resolutions thing going?
No sooner had I laid my lofty plans to improve myself in this new year than the shutters were pulled down once again on the country. As with virtually every other major decision required to be made by the government it came with no warning. To paraphrase Boris loosely: We were completely on track as… Continue reading Lockdown 3.0
Okay, publicly I'm very anti New Year Resolutions because of course Jan 01 is just another day. But secretly, every year I give myself a list which takes about two ponderous weeks to write before that day and about two weeks to be scrapped after it. I don't think I'm alone there. Have I attempted… Continue reading January intentions