I think I am close to becoming a Zen master. Mrs B – scoffs at this, but, poor thing, she’s still trapped in the here and now, a slave to the mundane practicalities of life, while I am definitely on a higher plane. It was through the practice of yoga that I had my revelation. […]
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My Life On The Shelf / The Museum Of Crap
A Georgian sand shaker, a cast iron model 24lb artillery piece, a rather rude statue of Greek men wrestling, a 1980s brick shaped mobile phone, a WW2 officers’ compass, a metal AA badge, a (full) tin of corned beef from 1935….these, and other relics, are my life. On a shelf. To which more than six […]
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Hay Hysteria
I have hysterics every August. You may find the thought of family holidays stressful: elbows out for a seat on the no frills airline, the beach towel battle of the sunbeds vs the German tourists, being on permanent look-out for the children as they make friends with the most feral kids in the hotel pool, […]
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Man About The House: part one
Around this time of year at Swallowtail Hill the husband spends more time in the kitchen. This isn’t because he is cooking me gourmet dinners, it’s simply because it’s the warmest room in the house so he moves his ‘office’ to the kitchen table. This is obviously highly annoying. Not only does this mean more […]
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