Life – Boadicea's Chariot

Conversation with my granddaughter

‘Pop pop, please may I have some tea?

‘Of course, sweetheart.’

‘And may I have it with no milk, because I want to drink it in the front room where George is.’

‘Do you want kinder tee then?’

‘No, real tea but with no milk in it.’
Why no milk?

Wisteria

I am very lucky, living within a few miles of Oxford. The benefits of the city while not living in it.

I have often thought what a different path my life may have taken had we settled in any of the various alternative locations where Cyclomaniac had job interviews back in the late 1980s. Continue reading “Wisteria”

Gray

I was watching a film. A typical The Conte of Monte Cristo adaptation. The good boy was betrayed by his best friends. He returns in another identity and starts taking his revenge. Step by step, bit by bit he was making them suffer in the very same way they had done to him. As a good audience I was enjoying to see them suffer. Continue reading “Gray”