10th August, 2020

Hola Argentina!  Welcome to Trish-Trash and thank you for reading.  Jeremy Clarkson?  No, I don’t know him, personally, but I do enjoy his humour – his sarcasm, shall we say – and I am sure he did not mean to offend …  Confused?  Well, I happened to log into Google...

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7th August, 2020

Please tell me this is Saturday, otherwise I must ponder the confusion!  Admittedly, I have a large gin beside me but it is 7pm, after all.  It has been a glorious summer’s day, albeit for the hour immediately after I hung out some bedding to dry when, of course, the...

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3rd August, 2020

Look, I’m just corona-ed out.  White flag.  I can’t take any more!  Dawn to dusk, ridiculous updates, ridiculous rules.  People cannot be controlled; were never supposed to be controlled.  Admittedly, this whole thing has revealed just how many sheep do live amongst...

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31st July, 2020

In the words of the late, inimitable Rikki Fulton, ‘It’s been a helluva week’!  Firstly, I had £300,000 stolen from me.  Well, when I say stolen from me, I mean that it should have rightly been mine!  You see, occasionally, there are competitions which just must be...

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27th July, 2020

Am I stupid?  No.  Am I educated?  Yes.  Am I an hysteric?  Definitely not!  Then, why is it that the moment I feel a bit tired (read ‘exhausted’), have sore teeth and aching bones, the immediate diagnosis, in my mind, is coronavirus?  I didn’t even take the pill!! ...

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24th July, 2020

What do we know to be true?  I believe it is Friday.  I believe it is sunny outside and I know that the pigeons have just deposited the end result of their chosen delicacies all over my car!  Why?  Just why?  This hasn’t been a good week, as it is, and my only saving...

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20th July, 2020

The world is a mess and it seems that a cut and colour is just not going to fix it!  Yes, Friday marked the end of the weeks of longing; the weeks of mutterings and avoidance of reflection of any sort.  To be honest, I couldn’t see out of my mop and was gratefully,...

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17th July, 2020

Life is a minestrone, served up with parmesan cheese …  Why, in God’s name, am I singing that in my head?  Probably because the lyrics are perfect!  There is everything in Minestrone and the parmesan is just the icing on the cake.  It’s the everything one has to watch...

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14th July, 2020

Yep!  I’ve let myself – and all my readers – down again!  Believe me, I have every intention of posting twice a week – preferably on a Monday and Friday – but I’ve decided to go all hippy and Que Sera-ish (à la Doris Day) and let it all wash over me; any pressure,...

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10th July, 2020

Note to self: try not to make people cry!  I know my posts have been very heartfelt, recently, but the last few weeks have been nothing if not emotional, opening old wounds with an inevitable focus on the past.  As I wrote to a dear friend last night, who, also,...

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8th July, 2020

Forget the blog and get on with your book!  That’s what my reader says – note the use of the singular.  Yes, despite having two children, only one of them likes to err on the side of caution keeping up-to-date with my musings.  The other?  Life on the edge or, more...

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3rd July, 2020

I have an old leather-bound notebook on the front cover of which are five letters, ‘WORDS’.  Passionate about words for forever, that red book is positively bulging with quotes exposing my soul; my selection revealing so much of me.  I was on the point of writing that...

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‘You’re only given a little spark of madness and, if you lose that, you’re nothing.’

Robin Williams (Come Inside My Mind, Sky Arts)