Tag Archives: September

Thursday 13 September 2018 After a rather chilly start to the day, it is a pleasant autumn morning with increasingly warm sunshine. At the hairdresser’s in downtown Suburbia Somnolenta, when I arrive the door is already wedged open, allowing cooler … Continue reading →

Thursday 8 September 2016 It occurs to me that Mrs Wayback is another of the school-run mothers whom I didn’t see on Monday or Tuesday.

Saturday 5 September 2015 There is rain overnight — the roadway is wet. I intended to set off for Cheerful Market by 09:00, but I have a longer lie-in than planned. Yesterday I left a trowel on the top of … Continue reading →

Saturday 27 September 2014 I pay Naomi a visit, setting off at about 14:00 and returning at about 17:05. We discuss a book by George Steiner, and another about Sergei Diaghilev. The former book is Tolstoy or Dostoevsky; Naomi reads … Continue reading →

Friday 26 September 2014 In the morning, I drive to Peakville. The weather forecast is for a dry day, but there is some rain about a quarter of the way through my journey Before going to the Old Man’s house, … Continue reading →

Saturday 7 September 2019 Ten years ago today, under a different URL, I started this blog, which I restarted five years ago today. https://bleke4.wordpress.com/2014/09/07/the-beginning/

Monday 30 September 2013 When Mrs Wheeler returns from dropping Josh off at the school, Maud runs ahead towards the car, and Mrs Wheeler chases her. No doubt it’s all a game. Not long before 08:25, Mrs Port is at … Continue reading →

Sunday 29 September 2013 I arrived at the Old Man’s house yesterday. Today I mow all four lawns. While I am finishing mowing and then tidying up, Vinnie is talking with Mr Kaufman on the far side of the street. … Continue reading →

Friday 6 September 2013 Just after 06:30, Vinnie’s partner is locking the front door of their house. She heads towards the driveway, where their car already has its lights on, and the double gates are open. The car heads off … Continue reading →

Thursday 5 September 2013 First thing, Mrs Trimot’s little red hatchback is parked by the garden-gate and front side lawn of the Old Man’s house. The Trimots’ drive is vacant; Miss Trimot’s car is absent, and Mr Trimot has presumably … Continue reading →