Have you seen her?  The Trish-Trash of old who used to find humour in disaster, regardless?  I know it may seem, of late, that she has vamoosed (I did check that!)) but, no, buried beneath the all-encompassing doom and gloom, the spark remains.  So it was that, on...

Darkness fell all around.  Those are the words which came to mind as I opened my laptop.  Fitting in every way.  Ten minutes ago, downstairs, it was as though the light was being turned off by means of a dimmer switch; not suddenly but gradually.  I was surrounded by...

Is this what one calls a Go Slow?  I did sit down and type in the date, yesterday, but, then, life took over and I had to convince myself that it wasn’t the end of the world!  I’ve described, before, how, each day, I have a To Do list in my head and the pressure is on...

As Dame Vera Lynn departs this life, she takes with her all the qualities so sadly lacking in the world today: pride, dignity, courage, elegance …  There are few left, now, who embody that era when Britain was Great.  A national treasure, she was synonymous with WWII...

‘I hate big spoons and nail polish!’.  One of my classics, I jotted it down late on Saturday evening and promised it would mark the start of my next post.  None the wiser?  Who would be, really, but makes perfect sense to me!  Big spoons?  Well, some people must have...

‘PEOPLE!  PEOPLE!’  The cries of a little boy, to his Dad, as he scootered towards us on the pavement ahead.  You’d be forgiven for thinking that Michael McIntyre was going to appear from behind a bush!  As though something from a comedy sketch – surely, for the...

There is no light relief forthcoming, it would seem; almost requiring of a photograph of my hair, multi-coloured and growing into a style replicating one in which my mother delighted when I was a child – long, un-styled and just perfect for bunches or plaits!  No,...

I listened to Jeremy Vine on Radio 2 this lunchtime, interested to hear his approach to the latest news on Madeleine McCann.  I stopped what I was doing expecting some time to be devoted to the new information coming from Germany and the subsequent reaction but the...

‘The most potent weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed.’ The words of Bantu Steve Biko, a South African anti-apartheid activist in the 1960’s and 70s. A student leader, he later founded the Black Consciousness Movement which would empower...

Monday, 1st June.  The day after Sunday, 31st May.  I am still here and, I believe the world is still round but that’s about it.  Last night, at 8.31pm precisely (always fashionably late), I signed in to Zoom for a Murder Mystery extravaganza and … I have never...

I just ran out of steam!  To think I only used to write once a week before the world changed forever.  Suppose it’s good to have some sort of record of this strange time.  Remember back to Hogmanay and the bells?  Every year, we say this is going to be a good one or,...

What can I say?  Up until now, I have been sharing a house with an extremely annoying fitness fanatic who has been steadfast in her refusal to imbibe.  However, yesterday was her birthday and, following the inevitable Bucks Fizz whilst opening her generous gifts, she...