Pies and Fries

Dear old Grandad’s taken a tumble and as a consequence has been banged up at the NHS’s pleasure for the last few weeks. While it’s unlike...

As has been established in the previous post, my way of dealing with any lingering New Year malaise is not the gym and Dry January, but...

For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice. ― T.S. Eliot, Four Quar...

Anyone (or the one) who has read this blog with any regularity will know my perfect Sunday roast criteria; red meat should be rare, white...

Saturday sun came early one morning In a sky so clear and blue Saturday sun came without warning So no-one knew what to do Well...