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Operation Whey Tub
May 5, 2021
The previous weeks has seen cloudless nights give way to frosty mornings. This has upset the military style planning of Phil potting her tomato plants. White...
Silent kitchen drawers
April 28, 2021
Restrictions having eased enough to allow self-catering stays in places away from home, Phil and I finally treat ourselves to one of those mini-breaks empty-...
Stolen!
April 14, 2021
Where I live there are few celebrities. No paparazzi are stationed outside the Holiday Inn by the cricket ground waiting to snap an actor getting out of a...
House of X
April 7, 2021
Perhaps it is a sign of us inching towards something resembling normality, but I received a message over the family WhatsApp that I recognised from the...
Everyday is like Thursday
March 31, 2021
The observation that the days of the week have lost all meaning is hardly a unique one. The repetition of eat, sleep, work in lockdown has only emphasised...
Hunter and Hunted
March 24, 2021
The phone sits within reach of my chair. If it rings it can only be one of two things. A family emergency or a nusiance call. Fortunately it is the latter. A...
County Lines
March 17, 2021
Sunday morning and I am on my way to the shop around the corner to do something I haven't done in months: take out cash from the ATM. Shortly afterwards Phil...
Pigeon sex
March 10, 2021
Closing the door behind me I walk the few steps to our car parked under the plane tree in front of the house. I hear some energetic wing flapping and look up...
Nine out of Ten
March 3, 2021
Out of breath I put on my mask, press the door bell then stand back two meters and wait. I check my phone. I don’t want to be too early or late. Like...
Underwear and Wellies
February 24, 2021
Sunday morning and I stagger out of bed and down to the kitchen to make breakfast. Looking out of the window I see the shed door is hanging open. That’s...
Dream Job
February 17, 2021
I might be unusual in that I’m a cartoonist who didn’t grow up with comics as my dream job. For some bizarre reason I wanted to be a car mechanic. Somewhere...
A Fit of Rage Quit
February 10, 2021
I got an iPad for Christmas. Yes, I am one of those people now. In a different time you might have spotted me in a cafe showily opening and closing the...
No space blanket required
February 3, 2021
Phil began January by yelling from the open door that she was just popping out to climb Mt. Fuji. This seemed unusual as we are in lockdown and not supposed...
In-between
January 27, 2021
In this small terraced house we call home every foot of real estate is hotly contested. Especially now we have to share it for weeks on end. Take, for...
Diva
January 20, 2021
It has been suggested that this newsletter has become something of a burden. Not to me, the one who sweats over these witty and incisive sentences about one...
Donkey Friend
January 13, 2021
How were your holidays/Christmas/New Year? I know it seems a long time ago now. I take a week off and some scary/bizarre events have already forced...
Horrible annus
December 30, 2020
As we approach the end of the year it is traditonally the time to look back, take stock and consider what a dumpster fire the previous twelve months have...
"What's to-day?"
December 23, 2020
It was the night before Christmas (actually it was the morning of the 22nd but allow me the poetic license) and the Spirit of 2020 hung heavily over me. It...
Put a jumper on
December 16, 2020
I am surprised to find, at a somewhat late stage, I am fashionable. It is hard to discern from looking at my outer shell that I am a clothes horse. It is...
Oh, Christmas tree
December 9, 2020
I enter the living room and sniff. Some seasonal bouquet is in the air. A combination of cinnamon, clove and…other smelly stuff that marks the season. Sorry,...
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