Last 30 posts
- Another price-check
- Three bags full
- Not had my chips
- Re-use and recycling
- First morning after half-term
- Traffic-chaos tomorrow?
- Fallen down a crack?
- Obsessions of our children
- School of Silas Wegg
- Clumsy parking
- Multifarious gossip
- Mowing, running, furniture-moving
- Not caught by surprise
- Conversation, 1990s
- Price trimmed again
- Dodgy customers
- Relics of the age of coal?
- Uneven day
- The Golden Age of Emerald Rail
- The madness continues
- Shoes and two school-runs and golf
- Shoures soote
- Battered roads, battered fish
- Walking in the rain
- Neighbours and dogs
- Travel, explore, delve
- One penny cheaper
- Dressing-up day?
- And the madness begins again
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Tag Archives: October
The Deceased Lady went into residential care in 2002. Twilight Towers was the second care home she lived in, after a brief stay elsewhere. That autumn, I was at the Old Man’s house, and he was telling me about a … Continue reading
Again, I filled the black bin with junk. This time, it was all from the garage. In my bedroom, I found what is probably the first book ever bought for me: Prayers For Children, illustrated by Rachel Taft Dixon. It … Continue reading
At Bert’s, as well as the silver hatchback there was a minicab on the forecourt — it was about to depart with some customers and their lunch. Tall Woman was more affable today than a week ago. I didn’t see … Continue reading
I filled the black bin with junk from the house and — especially — the garage. [Original posting 23 October 2012]
My journey to Peakville was quick, smooth and pleasant. There was sunshine, and beautiful autumn colours. I noticed that the silver estate car owned by Mr & Mrs GS was no longer on their drive. In its place was a … Continue reading
I said hello to Mrs Jebec, who had (most unusually) parked her car on her neighbour’s drive, and had her back to me. She didn’t respond, and went indoors. A few minutes later she came back out, and said hello … Continue reading
I took three full drawers of oddments back to Suburbia Somnolenta with me. Mr CJ, Del and Della, Charlie and Karl were gathered on and near the bench in front of Mr & Mrs CJ’s house. I showed them some … Continue reading
When I arrived at the Old Man’s house, Mrs CJ was hanging out her washing in her back garden. She was wearing a dressing-gown. Mrs CJ was surprised to see me in Peakville this weekend. “Change of plan,” I told … Continue reading
In the Old Man’s bedroom I found another of my baby congratulations cards. This was from the Deceased Lady’s cousin Evelina and her husband Edgar, and their daughter cousin N — who would have been very young at the time.
The fence between Mr & Mrs JG’s back garden and that of Mr & Mrs CJ has not yet been repaired.