Bed pretty much gave up on me at 05:30 this morning. And I’ve tried to roll over and ignore the gentle, but persistent hayfever-induced bubbling snores of my wife, but I find I’ve achieved nothing more than staring at the ceiling for the last half an hour. 754 more words
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We’ve achieved a great deal here in Lincoln with very little. I’m actually pretty pleased with myself
(Deb: He is very easily pleased).
Because as you probably know, the majority of my possessions have long since disappeared over the horizon – and that includes power tools and screwdrivers and chisels and all that other manly-activity related stuff. 539 more words
Greetings dear reader and welcome to the sun-drenched loveliness of the Rectory at Folla Rule.
You join me today in the garden, next to the fish-less pond, with views across the rolling fields of Aberdeen, where even the crows’ cacophony cannot blemish this spectacular spot; although I am ghoulishly confident that if I sit still long enough, one or more of them will take a dump on me in due course. 871 more words