Monthly Archives: March 2013
HP Sauce, pipe tobacco, betting slips – and standing room only at ‘our local’
A bank holiday. A beautiful sunny day, the spring-blue sky marked only by a very few fragile clouds. A relief after all that glowering gloom and incessant snow. Sparse incessant snow. Enough to remind you it’s wretchedly cold, but too … Continue reading
Small town, big lives
Snow has etched white lines into the wet, dark furrows in the fields. Spring is shivering underground, hiding under bark, cowering inside buds, slowed almost to a halt by the bitter winds from the east and the fallen, frozen flakes. … Continue reading
Full in the panting: on dealing with disappointment and dodging the black dog
We’re still conducting the grand experiment, Atheist-man and I. A year of living religiously – well, in the sense of religiously going to church each Sunday, anyway. It’s making a big impression on both of us. We relish the time … Continue reading
Eleven footballs* and a five letter word – a thought for the day
It’s dark. Curtains are drawn. If the outdoor light goes on when we lob the footballs over the fence the people inside won’t notice. (I retract that ‘we’. The man of this house will lob them over. Throwing balls was … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 