The bee is being busy in the garden. So was I, as my dusty boots prove. Advertisements
I caught a train. First I shot it, then I took it. If you see what I mean.
Some things change. And some don’t. And yes, I do realise I’m obsessive about taking pictures of my coffee and my legs. Well, I’m simply glad to have both of […]
My view of the apple was never the same after Frost’s “After Apple-Picking”.
Always when I’m waiting for a bus, there is a crack in the spatio-temporal continuum and time starts running backwards. In response to the WordPress Daily Prompt: A Bend in […]
My cats in the act of mirroring each other. No charges of plagiarism were pressed.
I wish that the language of the future be Oxford English. Yes, I know, but an EngLit person can dream, can’t she? In response to the WordPress Daily Prompt: 2100.
Seeing a belated dandelion in the garden, I promptly plucked it and made a wish.
I love to come to a standstill – sitstill – with my favourite chipped mug of coffee. In response to the WordPress Daily Prompt: Standstill.
I met a heart lost on the road. Fittingly, it was in a hospital complex.
Granddad smirked at me mischievously. Come here, I’ll show you something. He popped open the car trunk. There was a roebuck shot dead. With his guts open and disembowelled. I […]
He tried to hit me with a forklift! And he apparently succeeded. In response to the WordPress Daily Prompt: Non Sequitur.
Making coffee in the cezve is very much like making a storm in a teacup.
I do wish I could drive properly. I wouldn’t need the hazard button ever so often. In response to the WordPress Daily Prompt: Practice Makes Perfect?
The weather grew suddenly Scottish. Ideal for New Writing Scotland on the train.
Without meaning to be mean, this student essay was good only for a paper ship. Either I’m not a great teacher, or not all my students are great or both. […]
The odd day when I coach myself into devouring despised fruits or vegetables.
Returning home makes me invariably happy.