Tag Archives: family

I Really Shouldn’t…

Posted on September 17, 2018 by

I blog about all sorts and usually aim to avoid controversy. Occasionally my mask slips and you’ll discern what I think about certain politicians, or cultural memes, or incidents of societal neglect. Today, however, I know I will get into … Continue reading →

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Apprenticed To My Mother – We Are Now Go!

Posted on June 6, 2018 by

The Blurb: When my father died in 2005, I assumed my mother would need more support and someone to help with decisions she previously shared with her husband. What I didn’t realise was the role she had in mind for me: … Continue reading →

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It’s Just A Phrase He’s Going To…

Posted on May 9, 2018 by

My dad liked a couplet, a rhyme, a well-chosen pun and, especially a limerick. History doesn’t relate how he turned this love and not a little skill into a compelling hobby and a successful enterprise, but maybe a little like … Continue reading →

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Dog Gone (To Pot)

Posted on April 16, 2018 by

Blogger Barb Taub had a dog/drug experience recently which triggered a buried memory. Now it’s bubbled to the surface, I think it is time I confessed My name is Geoff and I drugged my dog We need to go back … Continue reading →

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A Little Bit Of Spring Romance

Posted on March 24, 2018 by

On the 23rd March 1952 my parents married in Twickenham. It had taken them eight years from their first date to reach that point. But their meeting has always struck me as the most romantic thing about them and as … Continue reading →

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Flattened

Posted on March 13, 2018 by

My earliest recorded escape from death involved an oak tree, a rope ladder and the Archaeologist’s small but determined arse. At the time, about 1964, we lived high on the hills of north Surrey, in a semi detached house of … Continue reading →

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Aunts Aren’t Gentlemen, So What Does That Say About Great Aunts?

Posted on February 12, 2018 by

PG Woodhouse was clear about how devilish Aunts could be in his fabulous Bertie Wooster books. But what of Great Aunts? I’m lucky enough to have two aunts, both of them are alive and well and with power to add … Continue reading →

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