About TanGental
My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline.
I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy.
I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere.
These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
TanGental 
I hope Dog isn’t going to inherit any time soon.
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No plans for either of us to give up on the other
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Ditto the above – not anytime to soon. But Dog is clearly favored!
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He’s fairly high in the priority list.
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Deffo not any time soon!
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Hope to see off another winter or two yet.
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Absolutely.. And a few more, I hope!
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Lucky, Dog. You’d better make sure he doesn’t conspire to have you knocked off in order to inherit.
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I think I’m safe while I supply regular chicken suppers.
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Perfect!
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Oh Dog, you ARE my intended… right? Knew it! ❤
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He is open to bidding, or is that he is just biddable?
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Good for Dog. He’s earned it. Watch out for the bone on the path.
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Oh yes, sadly the traps are everywhere
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😁
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If Old Age is Better than the Alternative, We Are All in Deep Doggie Doo
Little Old People stress is 24/7. As soon as you get your pillow nest all arranged to ease your aching appendages, doubt enters the room. ‘Did I lock all the doors? Did I turn off the stove? Did I take my pills…yeah…no, that was this morning. Oh pooh! I better go check.
Then because your kidneys are the only parts of your body that have gotten more active with age, there are at least three trips at night. And since your early warning system is now defunct, they are at warp speed even on a walker. There should be an Olympic competition for this.
And the disconcerting end to what seemed a nice day is realizing that you have gone all over town smiling today without your front upper dentures.
Your grand and great-grand children are the bubbles of joy in the cesspool of old age, but also the barbs of reality. When sitting in your lap, looking up at you with their big innocent eyes, they ask, ‘Grandma, why do old people have turkey necks?’
But, other than this, old age is a piece of cake! Whenever you can get to the bakery.
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You have nailed it exactly. As I slide down life’s bannisters, hoping to avoid the newel post at the end and just zip off gracefully, my only concern are the splinters of memory that might be all that keeps me moving.
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Love it 💜💜💜
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Dog should be so lucky
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He already is!,
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You bring to mind those recluses who leave it all to the cat. Thank goodness you are surrounded by people who know the truth about your heart!
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But do they….MWAHAHAHA!
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Good point. Who is watching to make sure? Probably another legatee.
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