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.
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”
Prado Lounge, Sudbury. Great place for some me-time. Me-time much needed after a hectic Christmas and New Year. Two weeks of non-stop sorting, cleaning and recycling to clear away the debris from the previous Christmas (yes, I did find a bauble from last year’s tree still under the settee!), before the guests arrive (returning prodigalContinue reading “Silly-Savvy Diary: Me-Time in Prado”
Do I really want to go forward with 2020, when I’ve just had the most bizarre carrot on a stick dangled in front of my senses? Who, in the UK, or for that matter, the rest of the world, be it of American or European ilk, would want to egg old Boris on, as heContinue reading “Silly Politics – Boris’ Eggy Feet”
What to do on a Sunday, when one has risen from their boudoir just in time to have missed morning service at the local spiritual establishment, and is in the company of God-fearing guests? Stand outside one’s clifftop cave with a box of orange-flavoured Matchmakers, and coax them out into the open. A winner everyContinue reading “Silly Adventure – Bunny Soup in Chilton”
Reluctant bridge crawls across from December into January failing to tip me off as the tips of my fingers reach out and hold on s t r e t c h e d whole wholly reluctant full of holes and unretractable. Not forContinue reading “Goddessed into 2019”
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com How can I shout my thoughts to the world, when trapped in my passage is something unfurled? Christmas is over – that much is true, so why can’t I shift, then, my arse off the loo? Year’s not done – I must see the end – so where is the bogContinue reading “A New Year Queue”