Alcoholic Daze

My late husband, Greg, wasn't a carpenter, although I suppose he had it in his genes - his grandfather was a carpenter in Northumberland...

picture from decanter.com With Covid-19 still wreaking havoc where it can, our supermarkets are getting into the fine art of making cus...

I cannot believe that it is twelve years since I wrote my first tentative post on my blog. At the time, my life was so topsy turvy, living w...

Leisure by William Henry Davies (1871-1940) What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand be...

We are into our third week (or is it more? - it seems forever) of Coronavirus reality in the UK. Each day's television press conference ...

You may have heard something about a little bug called Coronavirus (or Covid-19, as it is grandly called) that is doing the rounds. It's...

I have been a little more absent in Blogland of late, as you may have noticed.  This has been partly because I have been preoccupied with ot...

It's hard to believe, at times, but today is the tenth anniversary of Greg's death. Ten years since I watched him die after a week o...

In an attempt to stop myself grazing on chocolate and other unhealthy rubbish, while I watch TV in the evenings (something I do far too much...

Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle. Or aunt. For the last two months, I have had a penpal relationship with Opodo, the company who in Se...

Well, we're already one week into The Roaring Twenties. The Christmas decorations have been taken down, dusted and wrapped back in their...