What Does it Mean?

Many years when we first started out with mobile phones and texting there was two camps. Both used the acronym 'LOL' in their messages but it meant very different things. You probably know at least one of those meanings, used it too. It's everywhere still. But there were whole communities using it completely differently. Over... Continue Reading →

Neighbourhood Ditty

One police car, two police car Everybody's screaming Three police car, four police car It's going to be a long day

Alphabet of an Evil Lurgi

I am adversely afflicted by an abundant ailment I am a braying beast of burden barking I am a congested cur who's correspondingly cantankerous I am a draught-fearing deathbed dowager deigning dainties I am entirely empty of energy I am a feverish flibbergibbet fidgeting furiously I am a grey-gilled ghost groaning I am a health... Continue Reading →

My Neighbour is a Werewolf

My neighbour is a werewolf He isn't keen to go to bed He'd rather be up and howling But he likes mornings even less They're a reason to howl Maybe he'd rather wide plains Or some very vast forest But he isn't happy cooped up It's another reason to howl We're going to watch the... Continue Reading →

Difficult Decisions and Brain Fog

It's a decision that I face every day, maybe even twice a day. Or, at least, I should be facing it but because of the brain fog I often can't remember if I have remembered to or not. (Life's got very like that). You rip open the packet, out it comes and off you go... Continue Reading →

Memory Loss

  Is there a word for forgetting what a word is? You know, just a single word A term, I think they call it I can't even remember the word for that So how am I supposed to remember the word for forgetting words?   I think there must be a word for it There... Continue Reading →

A Canary Conversation

We got talking about canaries the other night, Husband and me. We have recently found out that Norwich was once the capital of canary breeding in England.  Maybe that explains the nickname for the local football team, more than just the colour of their strip. Husband, however, was telling me that canaries aren't really yellow... Continue Reading →

It has come to my attention that I like wool.  No, not wool as in yarn, as any self-respecting knitter has to, but wool as in sheep fluff string.  I love the feel of it.  I love the smell of it.  Is that weird?  I want to be wrapped in woollens, preferably of my own fabrication.... Continue Reading →

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