Martyn Offord
June 12th The Danger of Someone Else’s Nuts
Today we had a trailer of freedom. It was just a foretaste of a long summer meal with friends, a walk, a bottle of wine – it was actually...
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Martyn Offord
June 11th While my Pelvis Sweetly Smiles
I was doing an on-line relaxation session earlier this morning and as my body was just oozing supine and smoothly into the exercise mat a...
Martyn Offord
June 10th Are they Digging Up Codnor Again Again?
Humour, resignation, determination, laziness, frustration, anxiety, restlessness, courage and today, let’s have it for anger. I feel...
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June 9th Thoughts from a Ping
My phone pinged at 8 this morning to remind me that we should be heading off for this afternoon’s ferry from Cairnryan to Larne; to...
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June 8th Historical Truth and Benny Hill
I’ve just finished a Zoom lesson with Sammie on the Wars of the Roses, the period of history I find most difficult to follow. Of late,...
Martyn Offord
June 7th A Very Minor Incident
Once, fifteen years ago, I was whisked through the dark Derbyshire lanes to hospital, the blue light flashing in the night. It was the...
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June 6th Covid Love
Robbing banks will be easier when everyone has to wear a mask, but because a fearsome lady will only allow one customer in at a time...
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June 5th Gone Some Time
We’re busy doin’ nothin’ Workin’ the whole day through Tryin’ to find lots of things not to do We’re busy goin’ nowhere Isn’t it just a...
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June 4th The Knell of Passing Day
Today I heard an impatient father shouting and swearing at a toddler in the garden. The scenario seemed to be child wanted out, when out...
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June 3rd Calypso the Calendar Girl
Deirdre pays as much attention to our calendars as she does to her enigmatic arrangements of Christmas cards, according to some...
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June 2nd Bean Porridge Hot
It’s inevitable that two expressions have entered our over-the-wall and across-the-road conversations: “stir crazy” and “cabin fever”....
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June 1st Gardeners’ Question Time
We’re all agreeing that our gardens are looking splendid, like a spoiled children when big sibling is off at scout camp or has been sent...
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May 31st Still on the Floss
Today is a Sunday, the Sabbath. It’s difficult at the moment marking out days as being different or special. I was never any good at...
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May 30th A Fishy Tail
Yesterday I somewhat saucily suggested frisbee as a sound socially spaced game, perfect for gatherings not exceeding six, excluding...
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May 29th Freedom to Throw a Frisbee
Wirksworth is the nearest I’ve been to a town since we were in Cardiff over two months ago. The implications of Coronavirus had just...
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May 28th Ten to Three
I think ‘torpor’ is a lovely word. I suppose any word is lovely if it says it just as it is, and after successive days of sultry...
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May 27th Ible as in Bible
In the 1980s and 90s, when we were regular weekend visitors to our Derbyshire caravan from Nottingham our first stop was always the...
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May 26th Beginnings, Endings and In-Betweens
Yesterday a tiny baby robin hopped onto our patio. From the top of the step ladder where I was working, for a moment I thought it was a...
Martyn Offord
May 25th Cwtch Me If You Can
After the usual over the wall agreement that the weather is splendid and the gardens are looking good, there is that sad hesitation and...
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May 24th Meandering Musings upon a Five Pound Note
The five pound note was in an envelope in the bottom of the bag of music I use for choir. It was money I had collected for the after...
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