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Category Archives: people
It has been our nightmare, the phone call from the hospital to say Hubby’s Op has been cancelled. The phone rang this afternoon just before 1pm and I answered. I recognised the number before she said who was calling and … Continue reading
Shopping today has been a successful trip, but the experience a little bemusing. To clarify the title of this post, I’ll start at the end of our shopping triathlon as this was where it occurred. I was sitting in the … Continue reading
I gave her the benefit of the doubt in the beginning. Felt sorry for her even with the tabloid interviews with the family from hell. But I am sick and tired of seeing her name in the headlines as she … Continue reading
This is a conversation I had with a fellow dog walker the other day on opposite sides of the road. ‘David! How lovely to see you!’ ‘My dear! And you! How are you?’ ‘I’m fine, thank you. You?’ ‘Yes I’m … Continue reading
They were very smart green suede shoes with a modest heel and looked comfortable. They have been following me. It started in the car park when a lady walked past me to get a trolley. I was fumbling around for … Continue reading
But bring back the lockdown! Our field trip was a non event other than doing the first of June’s shopping early. Traffic wasn’t that bad, but the picnic area car parks were filling up, and those in the supermarket. OMG. … Continue reading
Having read that On-Line order deliveries are currently struggling to meet demand (if they haven’t stopped already) got me thinking. When I was a kid, we used to have a grocery van come onto the estate once or twice a … Continue reading
Sadness is like a river. It starts as a trickle, taking hold until you’re swept away on the depths of despair. Tears of frustration, sorrow and self pity add to its waters, leaving you floundering, confused and bewildered as you … Continue reading