Author Archives: memoirsofahusk
I’ve published a post on my other site, the one where I express my nerd-like interest in things being made or done in Britain, about a printing company in Lancashire that has the last Intertype line-casting machine ever made. A … Continue reading
Teamwork, followers? A ‘doing good things’ idea
Hello everyone. A very short post today with one question about this charitable scheme which helps entrepreneurs in ‘developing’ countries and only requires small, returnable donations to work: https://www.lendwithcare.org/info/how_it_works would you be interested in joining a team if I set … Continue reading
Bush fires, long spoons and lightning
The old Coca Cola chiller was a solid red beast of a thing. No see-through door on the side – no door at all – just a lid on the top. It hadn’t worked for years, what with it being … Continue reading
Dogs, logs – and more important things
It was a two walk weekend, after a week of only one. And that one was to the shops. With a brief diversion into the cemetery. Those angels. They need watching over. Something about having strangers working in the house … Continue reading
That little girl in red sandals
OK, so my last post was: heavy/silly/vain/weird/interesting/other (no need to delete as appropriate). On the plus side, in one comment, the seer said he could see the little girl I portrayed, running around in her pretty dress, red sandals and … Continue reading
The Ides of March
Beware, cried the soothsayer. Or was it the East wind? As I sit down to write this post – amid boxes of tiles, plaster dust and paint – I calculate that it’s XIII days before the Kalends of April. I … Continue reading
Through a glass, brightly
I did think about calling this post Chicken Oblivious. But you know how it is. The cyclist would have been offended. If he’d known. I’d spent the afternoon engrossed in watching a kind of ballet. Two people, dancing a pas … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 