The Sincerest For Of Poetry
Apprenticed To My Mother
Walking Into Trouble
Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle
The Last Will Of Sven Andersen
Booms And Busts
Buster & Moo
Salisbury Square
My Father and Other Liars
Life In A Conversation
Life, in a Grain of Sand
Life In A Flash
Tag Archives: dogs
D is for Dogs, Devon and Defecation
Today, while walking Dog, I scuffed some autumn leaves, a joyous childish game that took me back to… my memories crashed against reality as that oh so familiar smell stopped me in my tracks. In amongst the crunchy foliage a … Continue reading
Counting On It #memories
I was chatting to a friend who asked – oddly, many do – if I’d been turned onto this Wordle thingummy yet. No, I replied, I’m a loyal Sudokan which may be a made up word but sounds rather cool … Continue reading
Hostas To Fortune
A regular blogging friend, Sarah revealed her love of the structurally indomitable plant, the not so humble hosta. That led to me mentioning it was one of the plant types my mother loved and that I had inherited several when … Continue reading
Punch #dog #memory
Funny old world. I was with the Vet and the Pest Controller who were looking at a house they might buy and we passed a dog. A boxer. I’d fallen behind them – for some reason I’d felt the urge … Continue reading
What To Do When Going Bonkers: Part Next
Last time it was rugging the cat and digging up the musical past. Today and yesterday, with the ridiculously lovely weather, a pink moon that wasn’t And social distancing being re-branded as individual distancing, I carried on the deep spring … Continue reading
Hunted #holidaymemories
Today, a dog, not Dog, some black-brown-drool combo rather randomly decided to check if his paws could reach my shoulders. To say I was taken off guard is rather like saying I’m not surprised when my children offer to buy … Continue reading
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It’s a Dog-gone Conclusion
We are a pet house. Two ancient cats inhabit the top of the boiler or the sofa back, next to the TV. An even more ancient tortoise roams a flower bed, doing… not very much, in return for some grapes … Continue reading
Dying to help
As followers of this blog know I have this thing about hidden London, its lost past and obscure places. Today I visited a website I enjoy – Derelict London – looking at their latest tours. One caught my eye – … Continue reading
So you want a dog, do you?
One year ago I wrote about the start of our canine love affair. As it is 4 years, nearly to the day since Dog appeared in our lives I thought I retell the story of how it all started way … Continue reading
But why not?
There’s a cafe near here – it’s on Norwood High Street which isn’t exactly a posh part of anywhere – called Cul de Sac. It’s run by a rather stern faced French woman who always asks me if I want an … Continue reading
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