Category: Words

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…

”…..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…

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…

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…

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…

So for the fourth time in as many weeks I’m hoping on a visit from a plumber this weekend. Yep the boiler has packed in. Again. It always chooses the weekend as it did the last time. Friday the 20th of December 2024 to be precise. How the fuck does…

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…