Stray thoughts, tamed.
No one named Alfie is going to walk out of the ether and give me a coherent and comprehensive answer to that question.
Today is dedicated solely to the story about dogs for two reasons. The first is that the illustration of the puppies appears in the dedication of the book, and because I came across a couple of photos of the dogs mentioned in the story, and thought that a spot of colour from some real photos... Continue Reading →
I should finish telling you about going shopping after gardening while still wearing my gardening clothes. My shopping was of the unexciting kind. It involved getting a new gas canister on which the production of hot water in my household is dependent, and putting fuel in my car, on which so many aspects of my... Continue Reading →
My handwriting is very scribbly these days, so here is a transcription of the words on the pink bit of paper: Someone in the tax office today reminded me how much I dislike the sound of finger nails drumming on wood. Since the arbitrary delineation marking the passage of time has recently clocked the addition... Continue Reading →
It is with a sense of enormous privilege that I am able to derive the benefit of another translator's wisdom gleaned from slightly more years' experience than I have in my own bag of goodies. What is more, I was able to obtain permission to quote the perspicacious and precise woman immediately that my mind... Continue Reading →
I was quite conscious that the next story in this potted story of me so far was ostensibly about whisky when I attended the convivial gathering after the English Carol Service in my village on Thursday evening. I cannot claim, despite a burning desire for it to be so, that I experienced the expanded state... Continue Reading →
This story was one of my submissions in a MOOC held by the University of Iowa entitled "How Writers Write Fiction", which was an exercise in revealing character through dialogue, with a word limit. I was disappointed that I could only do about half the course because of work obligations. The wealth of material made... Continue Reading →
In my previous post, I promised you a lot of cow manure when I next wrote. Now, my dear old Dad is very sick, so this is probably a good time to relate how silly we could all be when we were young enough to be called cheeky. He loves this kind of story: REVENGE... Continue Reading →
The coloured bit of paper used when crafting the above image means that I am in planning mode. I say that with a strange sense of victory, since the commencement of planning coincides with the first free day I have had for months and months. In this very moment my obligations to other people are... Continue Reading →
That elusive pair of jeans 