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Martian Slavery, Expecting Too Much & The Food Stalker

Irritated beyond comprehension by the lack of Bear’s control over his bloody annoying daughter, both were in the firing line of my damned-near volcanic temper.

Floodwater, Procrastination, Sports Obsession & Wedding Avoidance

Great.! Nothing like stinking, stagnant water and flying, buzzing, bitey things to contend with while you’re trying to drag sopping wet, old, deteriorating cardboard boxes away from the water, and all the crap you (Bear) were supposed to have gotten rid of down the tip, three years ago while sweating like a turkey at Thanksgiving.!

The Mommy, Christmas Pudding & The Missing Bauble

It’s been a tradition since I moved here to steal a bauble from somewhere to add to our collection. Bear was a bit hesitant at first being an honest upstanding member of society…

Drax And The WhatsApp Video Call, Ten Year Anniversary & Vegetarian Food Delivery Menus

…throwing himself onto the footstool, which carries him to the sofa where he screeches to a halt before he ends up doing a Garfield on the window, barking like crazy, whining and whimpering…

Living On The Edge, Christmas Pudding & The New Niece

I’ve just spent a little over an hour sat on my own, in silence, waiting for him to put the fucking Internet down and spend time with me, while he’s been poncing about playing some Star Trek style game, waiting for me to sit in my spot on the sofa because it seems the TV remote doesn’t work if I’m even an inch out of place.!

Puppy Intelligence, Equity Transfer and A Dying Dad

Far worse than that is that for the past almost year he’s had a hernia and didn’t tell anyone, so it’s become twisted around his bowel and pretty much stopped it working, sealing the lower half of his colon so that it filled up and filled up and then burst, poisoning him with his own waste.

The Walking Stomach, A Great Niece & Shady Lockdown Dealings

He has a thing for my fluffy slippers and the strings on my hoodie.. well, my hoodie in general and seems to like biting my leg. From doing next to nothing, he’s now permanently doing something, usually something he shouldn’t be. Dear God, what possessed me to agree to this.?!

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A Family History in Letters

Letters from the women in my family to their mothers from 1910-1980.

What I found

The art of losing

The Belfast Belter

The Life and Times of a retired Soldier, Boxer, Pilot, Husband, Father and Grandfather

Reading Between The Lies

tales of untruths

Shine My Way

My adventures in trail running and awkward socials

Arts & Literature

A site by Clemens P. Suter