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I get into bed and then I have a bit of a kip…
Says Eddie to Richie, in that episode of Bottom, when he is asked about his going to bed routine. After working an evening shift that is usually me. Get everything ready and get into bed as quickly as I possibly can. There are those who might say this is not healthy, that you need to…
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Hospitality in Pictures
“How was your night?” They ask. “How was my night?” I counter. “Simple question.” They remark. “Sure” I agree. “So….” “Well I cut myself on the mayonnaise jar….” …. …. “It’s made of plastic” Yep it’s been a night!
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Getting In Early
My father is a huge fan of getting up and getting in early. He says it’s like hard work in that it is good for the soul. No he’s not a philosopher, although I reckon he would make a good one, he’s actually a software developer like T. It is only in recent years that…
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You’re better than you think…
It’s been a pretty tiring night. The first Friday night I have worked in a long time. Needless to say I am not currently looking my very best. She’s a cruel mistress, Friday night. 194 covers from 5pm onwards. Just as well I did up a few birthday plates in advance. It was a bit…
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Room to Grow
The South Bristol Post is a great newspaper. Its handy for all sorts of household jobs. This morning it was pressed into service to protect the kitchen floor while we repotted the money tree. The money tree was a present from Mama A when I first moved into my flat in Bradford on Avon four…
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On Fridays we upload poetry
A complete change of theme from last week but in my defence it has been very cold today. To The Snow Walk with me my darling In the dreamlike snow It fell in a lullaby. And made the world softer Quieter. It rounded its corners. Made the night less dark. It softened its glare. But…
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Hard work. Its good for the soul
During the first lockdown, before I met T, I stayed with my parents in Pontypridd. My parents have two big allotments. They grow all kinds of fruit, vegetables and flowers. My mother is a wonderful gardener. My father. Well my father likes digging. One evening he was practically rubbing his hands with glee as he…
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On Fridays we upload poetry
This was sort of a sequel to Signs of Spring. All about finding some optimism where it wasn’t easy to see. Rain in Bristol, 3pm The clouds came at two, They stole the park’s beauty. Turned it in an instant to desolation. The whispered promise of the trees, Became an angry bellow. It drowned out…
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On Fridays we Upload Poetry
It’s probably optimistically early but hey we all need a little optimism on a rainy day. Signs of Spring The silver sunshine reflects on the roads, That are slick with the spoils of the nighttime storm. The houses on the hill sing out their colours. The grass grows greener, As the wind blows, No longer…
That Anxious Welsh Chef 