Continuing on the subject of my latest obsession with selling on Vinted I can advise that Joe Browns fitted sheets, Clairefontaine Pastelmatte artboard, size 10 jeans and Somerset Studio magazines tend to sell within 15 minutes of listing. Mind you I don’t ask a lot of money I just want…
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Living well alone
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Big fucking trees
I carted a large Ligustrum Aureum home from B&Q this morning in my seaside stripy trusty trolley. To you and me that’s an evergreen shrub. The largest small tree I could afford and carry. I was on a mission. I’d sold my Sodastream. No gas bottle or pop bottles, just…
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This atrocious government!
I read the news and I despair, again. I have never seen a government so willfully determined to destroy the aspirations of so many people in order to maintain their basic ideologies. They are pulling the carpet out from under the very people that sustain this country. That create the…
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Superwankers
Following on from my post the other night about the hiring of supercars in Keighley, I encountered one walking into town this very morning. It was a lovely shade of Tango orange. Close to the ground with doors that may have opened in a special way. It was a lovely…
Allowing, allowing, allowing
It’s wedding season again in Keighley. A time of pealing church bells, confetti and bouquets thrown to the bridesmaids. Nope scratch that and replace with car hire and fireworks. Lamborghinis and Ferraris in glorious shades of orange, red and putrid green are the weapons of choice. I witnessed three screech…
Growing Old Wisely
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Erosion of free speech
I shouldn’t read the news because I despair. I shouldn’t take notice of the things I see on social media because it makes me anxious. I should live in a little bubble and protect my mental health. Or I could wake up. Last night in good old Keighley town they…
The Rearrangement: a modern story
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The Meeting
These weren’t siren calls they were the opposite. They were the screeches, the wails and the screams of vengeance. The anger of the dead women so visceral and potent it was starting to scorch the world down below. ”Where do we even start there are so many?” asked Juliet during…
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Heatwaves and AI
This weather is magnificent. This whole Summer has been so far. As a little gardener it’s been a fabulous mix of glorious sun with enough rain in-between to help with the watering. On Monday with the aid of a gadget I obtained after much reading of reviews from trusty amazon,…
Summer noise and burst pipes
Every year I forget how noisy this season is. Great industrial, howling lawnmowers a persistent screech of busyness. The strimmer and the hedge trimmer manned by men with noise cancelling headphones, oblivious to anything around them including children and small dogs. The communal areas, the church gardens, the cemetery and…