Category Archives: The stuff of daily life

The man stood staring at me. Wearing an old brown anorak with the hood pulled up, his pallor was paler than that of some corpses I have seen. Curly white hair was visible beneath his hood, his beard had a … Continue reading →

A colleague who retired in the 1980s used to comment, “at least there is no poverty now.” Of course, he was right. There was nothing comparable with the conditions of the 1930s when he had been a young man. But … Continue reading →

Fuchsia is in bloom in the garden of a friend. April seems an early time for it. It evokes a jumble of images that crowded into the mind. It evoked a windswept beach with clouds tumbling across the sky with … Continue reading →

You get back from a week away and you could predict what the post would be. A couple of flyers from local takeaways, a leaflet from a useless politician, an advertising brochure for cruises (seriously, do I look like someone … Continue reading →

Galahad sat at the top of the stairs looking glum, his master has returned to sea and is currently somewhere off of the north coast of Scotland. Simple things make Galahad happy, sitting in the front of the car and … Continue reading →