Dazzled by a sunset of headlights, but unable to stop and take a photo, I took a mental snap and here is the result: Credits: With thanks to my mum for her crossword input.
My garden fences being toppled by the high winds of Storm Dudley was only the start of it. A warning of the ferociousness of the storm to come. Today … the machine of destruction rolls in and over the right to be free from coercive dictators. Dragon fire. Death. Disaster. The price of fuel, aContinue reading “Doddering”
Days fast-forward into cloudy confusion, like conquistadors; each one squeezing its time in so close to my core that to count backwards is futile. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, February 2022
Days tumbling in on me, knocking me flat, and burying me in spent time. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January, 2022 Header image from pixabay.com
Is it new, to celebrate the start of a year in which one becomes older? Does the angst of youth miraculously dissipate, or does it accelerate until it can no longer be retained by the brittle shell of depletion? Copyright of Jay Cool´s thoughts owned by Jay Cool, Saturday 1st January, 2022.
According to The Sun, the coronavirus infection rate is slowing. According to The Express, today’s coronavirus data is delayed. According to the The Independent, the latest daily infection rate was 24 hours ago, at 183, 027. No new updates are due until 7.30 pm today. And yet. According to a Bing search, as of 15.43Continue reading “Joined-up thinking?”
They had nothing to do with each other. Not really. Nothing in the way of communication passed between them, although one, it could be argued, was a regular guest of the other. Not by way of invitation; but more in the way of a gatecrasher. Although to use the word gatecrasher might seem to implyContinue reading “Rebuff”
Caving in to my cravings, considering the consequences, is carelessly coquettish. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, December 2021
Looking again, Boris considers, The fiction that is the Christmas that is different for others; the Christmas that is smaller somehow – smaller and even somewhat less than a day in the land, upon which he plods and ponders. Reconsidering, after taking into consideration his own situation, Boris zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzhhh…… SLEEPS. Copyright owned by Jay Cool,Continue reading “Looking Again at Christmas”
Dreggy stomach. Confused head. Heavy arms. Covid spread? Back to bed? Changing tack. Stomach fed. No more qualms. And clear head. I stand. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, Friday 17th December, 2021