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I was doing a bit of art tonight in my journal. All in the silence: no doggies, no music. In the flow they call it and it’s true. Time disappears when you’re fully immersed in doing something you enjoy. I forgot about lunch the other day which has encouraged me…
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”…..you absolutely look like a man who would reach 50 and decide now is the time to abandon his wife and live out his cross dressing fetish full time, so I absolutely believe you support men who identify as trans.” He does as well. He looks like a fucking weirdo…
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As I’ve got older I’ve found that this is my favourite time of the year. Tomorrow is the Spring equinox and also Ostara- the Pagan celebration of Spring. Everything is coming back to life as Mother earth wakes the land with the promise of sunshine and warmth. A renewal and…
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Walking the dogs yesterday morning I passed a young woman and her baby setting off towards town. I turned around and said ‘I don’t know if you’ve seen the Facebook posts but..’ she said she had and was taking care. Here in Keighley we have Eastern Europeans targeting young women…
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I’ve recently taken to having the occasional look at TikTok. Having an online business it’s apparently best to embrace all the various online platforms to advertise oneself. Being just inside the Boomer generation and the era of three tv channels, illegal botty sex and the last UK execution by hanging…
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The poor bugger from Yorkshire water turned up this afternoon just as me and Anna were eating our lunch. He’d brought another lad with him with his very own Yorkshire Water van to help him metal detect for stop taps. They were definitely taking it seriously then. (I want to…
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So on Sunday morning the boiler started working again. Heavenly heat and hot water. I had to admit to myself that it had indeed been something frozen never mind the kettles of hot water I’d thrown about outside in my dressing gown. I rang the emergency repair line and left…
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I kept trying to imagine this figure when I first heard about it this morning. I wanted to get an eyeball on it in some sort of perspective. Picture in my minds eye this huge amount of men. I needed something to compare it with. So I did a bit…
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I have a little story to tell. It’s kind of hilarious and a teeny bit tragic and as predictable as the slugs that eat my marygolds. It started on my birthday. My daughter and I day drinking. Spoons pints of cider at £2.25 a go for me and large glasses…
