pensioners

We left our campervan at Froggatt Garage for servicing and MOT. It was 8am, very cold and we had to get lost for the day whilst they did the work. With Covid in mind, we didn’t want to use [...]

My move to another pagan paradise, a new tribal area, is about to happen. Blame it on lockdown. Ann and I reconsidered where we should be for the next decade, assuming we survive, of course. The [...]

Angels and prayers have become challenging topics since Covid arrived. For instance, they commonly appear on the leukaemia website which I frequently log on to. Consequently, every time a [...]

I sat at the dining table and stared at my toast. There was only one and a half slices; one half was missing. It struck me that I might have missed that half, might have left it in the toaster. I [...]

I needed some seed potatoes and could only buy 20 earlies, called Rocket, on the internet. The internet reviews were pretty bad; tasteless and bland was the summary. However, beggars cannot be [...]

My ears proved really functional in Poundland the other day. The fact that they stick out was key. Yes, it was putting on the mask to enter the shop. That mask sat firmly over my nose and mouth [...]

I love obituaries. It is one reason why I read The Times. There is something appealing about trying to summarize a life lived in a few paragraphs. The successes are prominent but the failures [...]

I periodically sprinkle the word woke into my posts. That makes me, a pensioner, appear in touch with the modern world even if I have no idea what it really means. Well, that might have to stop [...]

Urine has a bad press, which is sad. Consequently, it’s not a subject for the dinner table. It is, of course, a waste product and yet not included in the typical waste streams, like plastic [...]

As I slave over these posts I often have to fall back on the dictionary. Perhaps that is not apparent when you read them! The moment I sift through the pages, I recall a gruff man holding a [...]