Category: This thing we call life.

80 mourners for a 4 year-old and going out with a dance!

So, on the morning of our four-year old grandson’s funeral my car parking abilities were at their absolute best. Unbeknown to me, my brother-in-law had watched it all from the car behind me. I had it right at one point and then ended up…

A tribute to Daniel, our youngest grandson.

  Sometimes life deals you a tragic blow and you are catapulted into a nightmarish existence. A week ago our youngest grandson, Daniel, who was four, was rushed to Leeds General Infirmary, from our local hospital. At 11.30 the previous evening his parents, our…

I have murder on my mind… my printer has gone on the blink.

With a deadline fast approaching it’s good to be able to rely on computers, printers and modern technology to be there and to work beautifully. After all, isn’t that why we spend so much of our hard-earned cash on them? So,… my printer has…

A fistful of sausages: training the Daisy dog.

  For a few sausages more I’m hoping my greyhound will be good, not bad and certainly not get us into an ugly situation. I’m out with the Daisy dog on a bright, late January afternoon. The birds are singing hopeful songs and a gentle,…

A right load of old garbage.

Back in the day, here in the UK and I’m guessing quite probably in a quite a few other parts of the world, households had a simple metal dustbin. We even made up songs about it here in good old Blighty. “My old man’s a…

Walking upright is so underrated: confessions of a temporary Quasimodo.

Well hallelujah! I can walk upright again and without the aid of my trusty walking stick. Walking upright is so very underrated. Sunday saw me resembling some weird combination of Quasimodo crossed with a constipated duck. What does a constipated duck look like? Me – yesterday….

Welcome 2017! How will you live your year?

January 1, 2017 – gosh that feels good to write that. It’s a new year – all fresh and virginal. It’s a bit weird how one tiny second that takes us from one year to the next is so liberating. And it’s all in the…

And they say that animals don’t have souls.

I’m having my morning coffee and spotted this. This is for animal lovers everywhere. You are going to need your tissues. Dorne x

Do you remember Dixon of Dock Green in the sixties? A Saturday trip down memory lane.

There’s something special about Saturdays. I was born on a Saturday night, just as Jack Warner as Sergeant Dixon in Dixon of Dock Green said “Evening all!” I’m led to believe that this was about 9.20 pm. My paternal grandma watching it downstairs, turned up the sound…

What it means to be a mum/grandma – on my daughter’s birthday..

Monday will be my daughter’s birthday. At 5.34 pm she will be 36 years old. (Gosh, I feel old. But, in a warm fuzzy kind of way.) This post is by way of saying Happy Birthday to her. Here’s what I remember. She made her screaming entrance…

What about our children and their children?: the Brexit – Trump Show aftermath.

Here in the UK democracy has taken a hit twice in the same year. Ironically, the votes for CHANGE have been made under the banner of democracy. It could be a joke – if it wasn’t so damn sad and tragic. Brexit was sold to UK…

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