Month: July 2026

The old git wanted an Eastern European song, at his funeral, sung by his three dawters. Close harmony with discordant intervals. I drove my kid down to Brighton and dropped her off. It was hot and sunny. Very hot and very sunny. Brighton was scorching. I drove left at the Pier, towards the Marina. Squillions … Read more

It’s been a month since the old git flew the nest. A little robin visited perching on the back of the garden bench and hopping around on the garden table. Sid decided to satisfy his cravings and kill it. We couldn’t be angry with the cat, he’s missing the ‘oosbind too. So now we await … Read more

32 days since the old git passed. People ask me how I am. ‘Fine.’ I say mechanically ‘Really I am. Fine.’ I put the telly on to watch Wimbledon. Endless commentators talking about Serena Williams, and her age and her career and her comeback. John McEnroe said something and I caved. I broke, after 32 … Read more