NORTH STAR ‘Come on, prezzie time.’ Stella’s mother slapped a hat on Stella’s head and held out a tube of sunblock, ‘You’ll need it to go outside.’ ‘I won’t because I’m not going outside.’ ‘Please, just stop grumping, see if … Continue reading North Star: a girl, an old friend, and a Christmas present
TIME LIKE THE PRESENT Arthur inspected himself: shirt, pullover, trousers (with belt), and sock. Just the one sock. The other was stranded on the end of his foot like a piece of flotsam at high tide, a pixie hat of … Continue reading Time like the present: a war time veteran and a dinner date across time
Santa’s IQ Test ‘If Santa really exists,’ Gary announced in the professorial monotone of his Asperger’s, ‘he will be able to read it.’ Trevor looked into the serious blue eyes of his nine year old son and took delivery of … Continue reading Santa’s IQ Test: a Christmas story
Christmas Chaos Clarice puffed out her cheeks, pink with the cold, and screwed up her eyes against the chill wind. She turned her face to the sky and peered through frosty lashes at the heavy clouds lumbering in from the … Continue reading Christmas Chaos: a little girl, a fairy, and a promise
New kitten Nora showing the rest how its done – if you can’t beat it, join it. Obviously that doesn’t apply to political situations of which we won’t speak until at least tomorrow and to which the ideas of peace and goodwill seem alien. Let’s all be good to each other. Continue reading Merry Christmas!
Always rather nice but this year, my goodness but it seems to have taken a step up. Here’s a batch of almost random photos from today’s short walk. Continue reading Steyning High Street
Somehow, normal time – the sort that plods predictably slowly during tedious meetings and gallops along through anything enjoyable – ties itself in knots come November. October is October – sensible and operating within the rules, as is most of November. Too early to think of Christmas so I don’t. Next thing I know we’ve been through a wormhole and here we are heading down a temporal waterslide to the last posting day for second class and no chance of parking in town without a scrap. To add to the mayhem, I started a Fine Art degree in October and … Continue reading ‘Tis the season
CHRISTMAS CHAOS Clarice puffed out her cheeks, pink with the cold, and screwed up her eyes against the chill wind. She turned her face to the sky and peered through frosty lashes at the heavy clouds lumbering in from the coast. ‘Where are you?’ she called, hot breath forming its own tiny weather front above her nose as it hit the freezing air. ‘Come on in, Clar, you’ll catch your death.’ Mother. Clarice stamped her feet, chilly in her spotted wellies despite the thick Huggy socks that hung pinkly over their tops. ‘But she promised!’ ‘I know sweetheart, but you … Continue reading Four Twinkly Christmas Stories