Murder most fowl! I have just witnessed a brutal murder. It happened in the garden right in front of us. This is the perpetrator, but the guilt is mine
The safety pin job. The only photo I have of my paternal grandfather shows him sitting stiffly in a deck chair on some beach. He is wearing his hat, best shoes, a dark suit, shirt and tie. By the standards of the day, I presume, he is well turned out, even if he looks excruciatingly uncomfortable. I know that feeling.
Strictly for the birds. As I sit at my desk writing this, a pool is slowly forming underneath my chair. I can’t help it. It’s the weather. Last Sunday our normal, warm, wet, westerly weather was diverted by a blocking high, and the air began coming from the north and east. Intensely cold air crossing the relatively warm North Sea picks up a load of moisture and on Sunday it began dumping a lot of snow over…
The Cruel Game “Do you have a game tonight?” asks Long Suffering Wife. I think I detect a note of optimism in the tone of her question. I suspect an evening of unrestricted access to the TV remote will more than compensate for my absence. In my diary it says “Castlehill C away Dundee”. I hand her the remote. This is not an insignificant journey. Our chess team consists of the captain who plays a reasonable…