Martyn Offord
May 3rd Mask 'er Aid
Deirdre would not regard herself as an enthusiastic seamstress. One grandson waited several years for a promised cushion cover and one...
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Martyn Offord
May 2nd The Art of Alchemy
"Let us now praise famous men,” (from Ecclesiasticus 44.1) has furnished verses for multiple school songs and anthems. I remember being...
Martyn Offord
May 1st The Merry Morning of May
Oh where are the maidens that now here should sing? For summer is a-coming today. They’re all out in the meadows a flowers gathering In...
Martyn Offord
April 30th Going Nuts and Doughnuts
This morning a great grey dismal pall of apathy deflated right over our house like a huge soggy tent, though it appeared to have missed...
Martyn Offord
April 29th Crich Wobegon
I am sometimes a prey to Seasonal Affective Disorder and suspect I’m not the only one. I also suspect I’m not the only one to blame it...
Martyn Offord
April 28th Food, Glorious Food!
What do we do when we can no longer calibrate time by commitments etched into the diary? Diaries, like those of Pepys or Alan Bennett,...
Martyn Offord
April 27th On Pretending to have Impostor Syndrome
I was vaguely listening to the 7am news this morning and heard discussion about a future phased lifting of the lockdown. We heard that it...
Martyn Offord
April 26th The Ordination of Alexa
The trouble with having eons of leisure is that you notice things. You can’t amble out or recline in the garden without noticing things....
Martyn Offord
April 25th The Lanes of Limbo Land
Saturday. Traditionally that special day of waking later, having brunch, maybe some desultory jobs, a walk, excellent evening meal and...
Martyn Offord
April 24th An Old Bra and a Pair of Scissors
Most mornings I make myself comfortable peering out of the window. Beside me my London Review of Books, my History Today, my Kindle, even...
Martyn Offord
April 23rd Thank you William
Deirdre has gone in to frenzied cleaning mode, dusting ornaments as if they have personally offended her, sweeping the floor with a...
Martyn Offord
April 22nd On Being Smart
Another morning of sunshine. I so like these early mornings with the sun on the dew reminding me of Buck’s Fizz for breakfast,...
Martyn Offord
April 21st Darn that Sock and Be Happy
Our Popalong toddlers love singing ‘The Grand Old Duke of York’. Some over-exuberant parents narrowly avoid cracking the tiny toddler...
Martyn Offord
April 20th Time in My Hands
I woke up very early this morning and decided to get up and watch the sunrise at 05.55. I thought it might be an impressive opener for...
Martyn Offord
April 19th Sunday Greens and Monday Blues
Before the lockdown I took some money out of the Post Office and slipped it in my wallet. I'm now out of the habit of carrying my wallet...
Martyn Offord
April 18th The Art of being a Slob
I was pleased to see it raining this morning, not just because the garden needs it but because it granted me permission to be a slob. ...
Martyn Offord
April 17th The Apparel Oft Proclaims the Man
Or 'Keeping up Appearances'. Or 'All Dressed up and Nowhere To Go." Deirdre's comment to me this morning before appearing on Popalong...
Martyn Offord
April 16th Shadows on the Wall
For a moment this morning I couldn't understand the filligree movements on our dining room wall, but it was something both ordinary and...
Martyn Offord
April 15th That First Swallow
Two gravely existential questions faced me this morning: Shall I bother to get up and if I do, shall I get dressed? Happily Deirdre was...
Martyn Offord
April 14th Scrabble and Scrambles
I woke up this morning, which in itself was quite pleasing, to find I had a bad knee, which wasn't. Well over 20 years ago I was walking...
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