Pullets & Bullets

Half-way through Friday afternoon, I saw a flutter of feathers out of the corner of my eye, and glanced up to see a fox in my hen run. I am all about Economising on things these days, so I’ll re-use my phraseology from last May’s post.
I nearly dropped my cup of coffee as I swelled with fury. A small [...]

Mixed Feelings

Regular readers of this blog may have picked up on the fact (as it’s been continually Bang! Bang! Bang! between your eyes) that I am an acutely over-anxious parent. I don’t mind admitting to it. In fact, I’ll put my hand straight up to it, even when I am being gently rebuked for it. The rebuker generally tends not [...]

Crime & Punishment

I have often mused on what I would hurl gleefully into Room 101 were I to magically be given the opportunity; I have mentally lined up entire squadrons of things that have monstrously pissed me off over the years.
But there was always the nagging feeling that throwing something away forever, as punishment for the unspeakably [...]

Cuisine III

You know that whole thing they used to do with sending a canary down a mineshaft to see if it croaked or sang? Yeah? Well, my culinary canary just fell off its perch and hit the floor with a sad little thud.
I have just had a dinner party trial-run and cooked a delectable coq au vin. [...]

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Cuisine II

I knew I could rely on you, innernets. Knew you wouldn’t let me down.
I have purchased my Wild West-themed murder mystery, cast my guests, stuck nine inch fucking nails into wax dolls of the 2 guests whose father’s piffling 60th birthday party clashes and have bailed on me, despite being totally told in advance when our party was preliminarily scheduled for and [...]

Syllabic Fog

I shudder to type this, but the possibility has to be faced. The evidence of the last few days leads me to think that eating vast quantities of chocolate, specifically my child’s chocolate, possibly, just might… gulp… give me a headache. Just when I’ve paracetamolled the thing into submission, back it comes. It could just be the guilt, [...]

Echoes Inhabit the Garden

Sometime last summer I realised that I should theoretically be able to see Burnt Norton House, of TS Eliot Quartet fame, from my front patio. Thanks to Google Earth, I reasoned that I should even be able to make out the rose garden, were a freak accident to obliterate all the trees in their front [...]

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