Summer is in the sounds. Not in the date, although I have to go with the original and official one of today. Nor the long hours of sunshine, nor the heat they sweep through the stifling streets. Summer enters through … Continue reading
As she runs downstairs, late as always, her perfume lingers on the landing then slowly makes its way under my door, floats across the room and seeps into my nostrils which are half asleep. They had determinedly been ignoring my … Continue reading
One of my colleagues recently told me that she thought I was ‘anal’. As a Scot, brought up in the sixties, this is not a word I’d readily use about myself, or anyone else for that matter – it has … Continue reading
Fire’s on. TV’s on. Feet are up on the coffee table. The poor girl in ‘Don’t tell the Bride’ is going to hate what he’s preparing for her. And even if I am loving this moment there are still two … Continue reading
Why on earth did I end up doing this job? I have no recollection whatsoever of applying for it, being interviewed, negotiations taking place, a contract being signed, or a big monthly salary being transferred to my bank account every … Continue reading
What exactly is this? A newly discovered planet? Cookery channel? Perfume with a yellow tinge? Justin Bieber’s latest album with an Indian sitar playing in the background? Asterix’s new dog? None of them (as far as I know anyway). It … Continue reading
Great ugly block of concrete bricks. Yer driveway strewn with leaves and sticks. That stupid trailer on the grass, Still taunting me each time I pass. Two rows of logs outside the door, When they are gone we’ll stack … Continue reading
Me, the scribbler
