THE SMALL THINGS

I especially set up a Facebook page for my red mare so that I would not endlessly bore the poor Dear Readers with her here. I know that ...

I’ve been thinking quite a lot lately about the moment. People say it is all one has. The past has gone, the future is not yet here, bu...

If you are a goofball like me, with the organisational skills of a hamster, then good customer service is an absolute essential. Jus...

I cried today. Not for my own sorrow, but because I heard a gentleman from Syria on the wireless. One of the BBC’s foreign correspond...

In a small village like mine, everybody knows . The posties know. ‘You’ll be wanting to get this Christmas over then,’ said Pearl t...

So sorry I've been off the blog for a few days. I'm a bit up and down and the whole Christmas thing is quite hard. I am, however, po...

Rode, made breakfast for the dear Stepfather, wrote 3,447 words, watched a couple of lovely races at Ascot, adored the dogs, adored the h...

Something slightly strange has happened. I have written nine thousand words in two days. The purists would furrow their brow at th...

To all the people who have ever trained a puppy, I take my hat off to you. I contemplate you with awe and wonder. I do not understand...

After my homage yesterday to those people who make life a little bit better, today I met someone who makes life a little bit worse. The p...

This is for Jill in the Aberdeen Sheriff Court. It is also for the staunch, stalwart man or woman who was driving a Royal Mail truck on t...