Adullamite

 

I was attempting a quiz in a national rag, these once a week quiz's used to be easy, and this time I found how little I know about thing...

A bit of a conflict high above us this morning.  These two Magpie's have taken to living amongst the trees.  This annoys the Crows who l...

Trumpton   At last the shopping is done, the guilt about those missed begins to hit home, and I am left looking forward to the bottle of ...

 

I sit here sipping my 'Buttermint Green Tea,' cogitating on the condensation on the windows this morning.  I also cogitate on the ty...

Todays boring post concerns Bluebottles.  Yes those nasty large flys that usually come in one window,  flutter around and depart by the way ...

Not a great start to a day that has not started greatly.  Overcast, with patches of blue peeking through, wind blowing tepid air in my face ...

How quiet the morning appears when a holiday is on.  The rat race in the evening was very slow last night, and not because of the crowds.  J...

    I started the new month in the normal way, seeking for what day this is, working out what the time was, seeking coffee, and then hobblin...

Typical Saturday, nothing happening, too much football and not enough enjoyment.  Rushed dinners, bread like concrete (last sourdough I buy)...

Saturday has been a delightful day of rest.   I ignored Twitter's demands, read fitful news, and ignored the world's problems. Fair ...

 

I am flushed with victory!  I went out, trudged manfully, and lower than ever, across the wild Arctic like landscape (That will be flushed a...

Another storming market day under the grey cloudy sky.  The wind chill made me wish I had worn the cap, the prices of some of the Christmass...

 There was a pale sun shining through the thin cloud as I hobbled round to market this morning.  I went to obtain Thick Brown Tape for the p...

Early this morning, I limped around the town as the stallholders for the Christmas Market set their wares out.  There are two markets, one o...

  A Saturday, and nothing to say.   Inclement weather, another fancy phrase for constant rain, fills the day outside. I left before 8 am to ...

  Surely this is what women were made for? I had to iron today, a Saturday at that, as I found shirts for tomorrow were running out.  I mana...