Post 338: Driver to Navigator, are Yew there?
A short way to the south of us is a collection of buildings halfway up the hill. One’s a church, and there’s a white-painted tower on the back of another unknown building. I’d like to s...
Post 337: Careful response to unnecessary regrets.
I woke at 7am, then at 8, 10 and 12 for the pills, but I didn’t know if I should get up or stay out of the way. I heard nothing from the other end of the cottage, so I guess I’ll be ok.
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Post 336: From pastures to pheasant-strewn lanes and dinosaurs.
After waking early and struggling to go back to sleep, I waited impatiently for my Darling to wake.
The first pills of the day wash away the nightmares and night pains that spoil my sl...
Post 335: The Dorset Holiday 2026.
Day one: Friday.
I’ve driven up into the quietest part of Dorset you could find, in a valley picturesque and very green.
We were met by the hostess, who had come out of her kitchen to greet us, taken from m...
Post 334: My attention fixed on Mr Vicious.
At any moment blood could leak from either of us.
She, the vet, had read his resume and had brought in the thickest towel I’ve ever seen, so she knew.
We both looked down at the plastic cat carrier ...
