Life is like that*
It started raining in the five minutes between bringing hellhounds in, taking my raincoat off because it’s HOT and it’s not raining, and furthermore it’s not SUPPOSED to rain, this slender pause...
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The hellterror broke my favourite bowl today. Her head is on a stake in the back garden. Nearly. Actually I’m thinking about tying the stake to the railing at the front of the cottage. If Damien,...
View ArticleSoup etc [PINK *]
Because the title box won’t take colours? WHY? —ed So I made a ginormous pot of soup. Duh. Now one is not at one’s best coming off a gratuitous insult to one’s body like stomach flu and I haven’t...
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Talking to my husband
Maybe they thought I was talking to the rose.* I got caught talking to Peter for the...
View ArticleLife as a 21st century semivegan*
[This should have gone up last night, of course. This may be the New System. Time is merely a concept, not a reality, right? But I’ve been talking to other people in the area and I Am Not Alone....
View ArticleHappy Birthday to me. Not.
. . . Also, yesterday. I’m now officially even older than I was. This keeps happening. You’re just kind of getting used to being twelve or thirty-five or fifty or a hundred and three and zap you...
View ArticleThe Return of Wolfgang
This should have gone up last night, of course—one rarely ransoms cars from garages on Sundays—and today got away from me as my days so often do. I should perhaps adopt an acronym: TSHGULNOC, which...
View ArticleNever underestimate a hellterror in pursuit of FOOOOOOOOOD
Note that writing, or writing at, a blog post over the course of several days plays to my weaknesses, which is to say I keep adding just another little sentence. Just a little sentence. Or footnote....
View ArticleCarol Service Season
I rang for the carol service yesterday at Old Eden* and ran away from the evening (carol) service at St Margaret’s.** Today I’d signed up to SING*** at two old-folks’ homes, overslept†, went haring...
View ArticleBoiling goose fat, breaking and entering, too many parsnips and no tin foil
It probably began with the second delivery of parsnips. I love the winter veg season. The first Brussels sprouts of the year are cause for celebration every autumn—I mean this was going on even...
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