Word play and puns are a great joy in life, or at least they are in mine. I’m sure my long suffering family would disagree – they think that being with me is like living with a walking Christmas cracker joke.
Filed: Family Life
Something strange happened yesterday – it was a bank holiday and the sun shone which isn’t what we’ve been accustomed to of late.
My scalp was throbbing gently last night from the unexpected exposure to solar radiation which felt strangely healthy and good… Read more ›››
At least I think that Spring has finally sprung, because things have started to flower at last, even if the weather forecasters are talking about overnight frosts.
And sprungen is actually the past-participle of the Swedish verb, springa, meaning to leap or to spring, rather than the noun which means something much ruder. Read more ›››
It has been a sad glad day for me today as we waved our daughter off at Manchester Airport for her year long teaching position in Thailand.
I was glad because this is what she has been working towards for the last two years having taken her masters in Teaching English as a Foreign Language at Manchester uni, but sad because we won’t see her for so long… Read more ›››
Having been a blogger for almost ten years you’d think that I would have pretty much exhausted my vocabulary and repeated most of the words in it, but you’d be wrong.
Take the that borrowed Persian word ‘pyjamas’ (or ‘pajamas’ if you speak American). I expected it to have appeared on these pages several times, but I’ve only had cause to use it once, and then in passing reference to the Mr Ed was a zebra myth. Read more ›››
One of the things I love about other people’s blogs is the way it can spark off memories of your own, even if they are sometimes painful or uncomfortable.
I was reading a childhood memory over at Going Gently this morning that in turn had been prompted by a post by Cro Magnon and both put me in mind of an incident still vivid for me fifty years later. Read more ›››
My dad celebrated his 86th birthday last year, a landmark he has reached in a healthy state in both mind and body.
He puts this down to to a number of things. He doesn’t drink much and has never smoked, other than for the odd cigar at Christmas, and even that not for many years. Read more ›››
Christmas may be a long time coming, at least for the high street and the supermarkets, but it soon whizzes past doesn’t it?
The midnight chimes of New Year had hardly finished before the Christmas tree that has been gathering dust at our local Morrisons since early November had been taken down to make may way for the Easter display. Read more ›››