Notes of Hope
Enough is enough: She was owned by stuff which didn’t work, Was past its best, Had dried up, Or was just plain useless. Like her husband. It was Armageddon. As in: ‘I’m a-geddin’ outa here’. In boots made for walkin’. Which is just what they did Making tracks. Felt like she was […]
Victory Roll
This was me; climbing up into the upper parts of a French barn and disturbing a swarm of wild bees.
A dozen or so stings on each arm, and two days dizzy with remedies from the pharmacy. But how did the bees feel about it?
A Portrait of the Artist as a Middle-aged Man
One of the many things he was not much good at, was shaving. His jowl: despite academic attention to the shaving industry’s advertising, and his own ceremonial attention to the ritual itself, now reminded him of A WW1 battlescape. Blasted trees, brimming craters and shell holes filled with blood. Not that he remembered the Great […]
Bushwhacked
This is a 100% true story. The return trip: 1000 miles without a cent to my name, was nearly as horrendous.