November 9th A Day not worthy of a Title
Grey, grey day – empty, featureless, soggy. An anonymous day. A pyjama day, a duvet day, a snuggle down day to sleep and wake up in time...
Grey, grey day – empty, featureless, soggy. An anonymous day. A pyjama day, a duvet day, a snuggle down day to sleep and wake up in time...
This is the title of a Wilfred Owen poem that usually doesn’t feature in Remembrance Observance, but Susan Hill borrowed the title for...
My last German report before ‘O’ Level read, “His case is not entirely without hope.” It was wrong. My case was entirely without hope. So...
I’ve just been setting the fire in order to create a snug Friday evening at home. Actually all evenings are at home, but there’s still a...
Now the portcullis has dropped again and we are left to repine whilst the great events of the world happen beyond the moat. My thoughts...
I awoke this morning divided. Should I turn on the news or not? I agonised and delayed and then did. The news was that the big toxin was...
Eric, my financial and business correspondent, has informed me that Primark has seen a dramatic drop off in the sales of suits and a rise...
Sometime last year I bought a lounge suit from M&S. I don’t mean a lounge suit as in ’lounge-suit’, an item of matching jacket and...
ALL HALLOWS, SOULS, SAINTS, BORIS AND HIS SEAL PUP EYES He looked so woeful and ashamed with his drooping, doleful eyes last night –...
October 31st 2020 As we ticked towards Tier 2 last night I wondered about resurrecting the Blog – A Muse A Lone. After all most worst...
Twelve weeks ago, it was announced that those of us over 70 were to be labelled ‘Vulnerable and at Risk’ and were to disappear under our...
I could spend half this blog reasoning about the apostrophe in the title of this day, but I’m short of time today, having vouchsafed my...
Boris has ideas about extending shop opening hours or factory shift patterns in order to kick start the economy. I’m surprised he hasn’t...
I read years ago that if you’re playing the radio or a tape of something you want to learn as you drop off to sleep, you’re more likely...
I have a favourite line of prose that I’ve been wanting to use in this blog. It’s James Joyce again: “A day of dappled sea-born clouds.”...
During times of plague the Monarch used to leave London and go on procession around the country. Henry VIII’s favourite escape was...
We all learned at school that a sentence must have a subject and a verb, shouldn’t start with a conjunction and shouldn’t end with a...
If the media are looking for some dynamic images of the economy revving up into motion today, they are unlikely to converge on Crich....
Today I have discovered what hashtag means as in #trinitysunday or #thiswouldhavebeenmydad’s104thbirthday. I hope that this will not be...
Perhaps I’m being fanciful but there seems to be something in the air. It might be pollen or humidity, earlier it was low cloud. In fact...