Jeni Barnett

By the pots of Dahlias and Petunias a breathless hedgehog was rescued by the old git and our pretty neighbour. Into a cardboard box it went, with a saucer of milk and some cat food. The hedgehog rescuers arrived and the pretty neighbour, wearing thick rubber gloves, carried the poorly little grunter to the rescue … Read more

The leaves have lost their green. They’ve turned a marmalade orange. The woods in the wood shed. The beans have run their course. The strawberries have filled the patch with a blanket of foliage, not a piece of fruit in sight. The white rose bush has chucked out 9 delicious white roses. The geraniums are … Read more

So my lap top got rained on, well poured on more like. So I had to contact the insurance company and agree to pay the first 100 pounds excess. And then I waited and nothing happened. So I called them and they said all was good and gave me a coupon that I had to … Read more

August came and went. Full of celebrations. From next doors baby boy who was one, to our very own old git who reached 75 and lined up his whiskey gifts; Smoked, malted, Scottish, Welsh. And then a selection of Bitters, mixers, gin and a family pack of Toblerone for the man who needs nothing. I … Read more

The air feels like a water bed. Like a foam mattress that takes on the shape of your body when you’ve left it. And my body at the moment is cool. I don’t mean it in a narcissistic, vain kinda way, I mean it in a purely Celsius/Fahrenheit kinda way. Today I drove to Deer … Read more

So dear blogger ‘L’ it is not good to have a businessman as the Commander in Chief, it is not good to have a buffoon in charge who knows as much about diplomacy as a hyena. Why? Because ‘L’, business is not based on compassion and fairness, business is based on profit and loss, it’s … Read more

I do not like bigotry. I do not like hypocrisy. I do not like liars. I do not like selfishness. I do not like greed. I do not like bullies. I do not like racists. I do not like manipulators. Protesting any of the above is necessary, whether it’s with a big orange balloon or … Read more

The man with a basket of food let me go ahead of him to pay for my six pack of bagels. ‘I can’t believe I’m talking about football to a complete stranger.’ I said as I pontificated over Gareth Southgate, ‘our’ young team, the possibility of beating Croatia and – heaven forfend – football coming … Read more

I stood with my back to a cool wall waiting for the Angel of Mercy. First the battery light came on. Then the dial on the heating went into the red – dangerously. Then the steering wheel wouldn’t work. Then the old git, scratching his head said get onto the pavement. Without power steering getting … Read more

Sometimes, when the noise ceases, and the outside is jet black, when the cat is snoring on the bean bag and the old man has gone up to bed, sometimes when it’s dead quiet, and all around are asleep, I wake up. I know it’s bad not to sleep, but sometimes when the day has … Read more