It was a beautiful summer morning. Life was going about its business and noon was approaching on 31st July as I walked my mother down the quiet corridors. Suddenly she looked frail and weary and the arm I rested around her shoulder for a few strides seemed impossible comfort. She hadn’t slept for 30 hours… Continue reading August 2020
Where the hell you been … ?
It is coming to something when Mrs. Monkey is surprised that I haven’t blogged for 3 months, but I’ve been so busy. I know, dear reader, ( I can refer to you in personal terms, now. There are so few of you left. Oh, how fickle is fame ?) Always the same old excuse. I… Continue reading Where the hell you been … ?
I wrote this for my son about 10 years ago. Crocus 1 I threw you high and laughed at your delight, and higher still, till fear, sleek in it’s disguise, stole time in handfuls and we stopped. Or I did. Heading for home our Spitfires, all pencil ‘tash and lady killers, flew raids into head-on… Continue reading Crocus
Beep sings to his mini-Beep-to-be……
Just thought I'd like to post up here a great new tune. My son and his partner (as I've mentioned before) are awaiting the arrival of Paddlehands - the affectionate petname they have given to their unborn son as he waves around in his Mummy as the scanner goes by. The excitement of new parents… Continue reading Beep sings to his mini-Beep-to-be……