THE SMALL THINGS

Ha. Today I have a THOUGHT for you. It concerns rage. After yesterday’s blah, I discovered today that I was suffering from fury. It crept up...

Be careful what you promise. Fewer pictures, I said, but there shall be prose. Ah, the prose; the language of Shakespeare and Milton. That i...

It was a cold, dirty, wet, windy day. The slip and squelch of mud could be heard three fields away. The sky was the colour of doleful pigeon...

It is a horrid, dirty, rainy day in Scotland, although we are very lucky in not getting the gales which are battering the rest of the countr...

Another delightful family walk. The Older Niece sets off south first thing tomorrow, so it was our last walk with her, which is always a sad...

The whole family went for a walk. It was lovely. Sometimes, we were chatting so hard we actually had to stop to do the conversat...

For fifteen years, I have dreamed of having a New Year’s Eve all by myself. It is the introvert in me. Each year, I get invited to some damn...

I had a whole, big, end of year blog for you, ready to go. It ran around in my head, filled with life wisdom and vital perspective and treme...

Obviously, the title of this post refers to an entirely subjective judgement. It is the sweetest photograph in my very own eyes. Here I ...

A very sweet day with the family, and great joy as the Older Niece arrives from the south. A very sad day in the wider world, as the mighty ...