Silly Adventure – Stranded in Cornard

Not sure what I’m thinking of but, for some strange reason, I give Hubby a loan of DD, my beloved, if somewhat unreliable, Dacia. Thinking I need some exercise, I get Hubby to drop me off at the far end of Cornard, en route to his workplace. I find myself deposited upon the pavement in…

Nellie – A Darlaston Wench: Book Review

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House on the Hill

House on the hill stands three storeys proud, aloof and haughty, ignoring its lowly neighbours of two storeys, and pretending that its three storey copies are just shadows of itself, lurking, awaiting an invitation into existence – an invitation that is no more than mere fantasy. House on the hill is aware that it, too,…

A Rushed Ending

‘Beach’ courtesy of Pixabay.com time circling itself each round of the circle getting smaller each weekend seeming shorter passing quicker than the one before until Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019 Inspiration take from ‘Mexicans Lost in Mexico’ by Nico Amador. Who is Jay Cool?

Love is a Bin

‘Wetherlite in Prado’ by Jay Cool Love is a Bin [A tribute to a lonely-green bin, viewed from a Prado window.] A green bin, super-sized, groans, as old lady swishes by in electric chair; wheels loving the rain. And old man, on pavement over, wheeled and water-eeled – follows on – unknowing, taking over. Green…

Boston Beans Brunch at Prado

‘Lost at Prado’ Inspired by brunch at Prado Lounge Café Bar . Egg yolk bursts forth. Happy vibes for ailing poets. Smoky beans begging to be seen. Skins spiced up to tingle tired has-beens. Mini-browns, promoted hash, bunched in old-tin cup, begging to be free – to be dipped in sauce – to be lifted…

Chains

  A small chain to bind. An invitation. A catapult. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2018

Selfie With George Clarke

  The Cool House at Signal Lane (1975-1985)   I think that Nanna Joan Cool’s most looked-forward-to day was a Sunday, because on Sunday morning, she got up bright and early, spent a long time selecting which hat to wear, and walked down to St Cuthbert’s parish church[1] in Donington to show off her finery….

Conversing with Cows

  Joan Cool nee Tomlin (1906 to 1992), Jay Cool’s Paternal Grandmother – Pendeford Mill, Tettenhall, Near Wolverhampton https://www.flickr.com/photos/scribe/1902475710/ My Nanna hated her christened name, Jennifer, and insisted on being known as Joan. (Little did she know what grief this name change was destined to cause her grand-daughter, Jay Cool – in future Ancestry.com investigations.)…