Post 406: The Pen, the Car and the E-mail
Is it time to admit that I’m liking the pen-and-paper book expedition? It’s a pretty wild time considering the facts about my past experience — or lack of experience — in writing or r...
Post 405: “I love you no doubt”
Inside my head I’m nowhere near dead
Yes I’m okay let go out to play
Stop treating me as if I’m already a stiff
I’m really okay let’s sail to Bombay
I know I’ve been b...
Post 404: A bid, finally with one day to go.
No, I’m not bothered. It’s a whole day and 17 hours before it’s done. So what if it doesn’t sell I’m not going to cry or anything. It’s only a car.
What ever.
This mor...
Post 403: My bum’s sore from keeping in the shade.
If there’s one thing that my Darling can’t stand it’s the heat. Born in the frozen tundra an hour west of Dublin, her 40 years living in the temperate zone down South you&rsq...
Post 402: Trailer Takes Trash Away
The phone tells me it was 31°C (87°F) and, after walking, pushing, pulling or doing anything really, I am sweating from every pore — and I’m not prone to sweating at all.
It’s flipping ho...
