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 
Man, she can haul shell!
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And all the while she never leaves home…
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Excellent.
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Places to go, people to meet!
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Dandelions to chomp…
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Is that the dinner of choice?
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Loves them
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She is a very early film star
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She’s old enough…
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Where’s the hare?
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Oh you know how it is: hare today, gone tomorrow…
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Watch that shell move! She’s an active old girl!
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No need for any joint replacement with her!
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Wish I had her energy! I’ve got four artificial joints.
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You must be a nightmare at airport security
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I am, but they seldom get them all. I’d make a great hijacker – not!
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They can be pretty fast. At least faster than many would expect them to be.
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Oh how true we’re always turning our back and wondering where she’s gone
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Happened to us and our Hercules too. Letting him out of his enclosed home, and forget watching him for two minutes can result in a one hour search in the hope that we find him at all again… When I still lived with my parents, he escaped a few times which made my heart skip quite some beats when we were trying to find him under bushes while not knowing how far he got or if he even left our ground…
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Drives me bonkers at time!
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I hear you!!
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What a good girl!
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She’s still got it.
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My, she’s in a hurry. The hare wouldn’t stand a chance!
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Hot to trot
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She may outlive us all.
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She’s 80ish and an live to 130 apparently
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I had no idea they lived that long. Wonder who is keeping track.
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No wonder the hare was conspicuous by its absence.
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She sees them off regularly
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Go Vicky! 😀 … Does she scooch along on her chest/breastplate or can she achieve a bit of a lift off the ground?
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She positively floats…
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