Getting Out of The Day Job 36: Love Is Land

What is love, if not that feeling of elation experienced when one pauses and notices; notices, the contrasting colours in the land where we stand?   The flowers in our hedgerows: The leaves at our feet: The homes of our little folks: And even the scars on our trees. Love is where love is –…

Laughter on Tap: Menstruation

It’s that time of the month again! And, no I’m not talking about my menstrual flow. I’m a middle-aged woman – give me a well-deserved break! It’s that time – first Wednesday of the month! Brewery Tap time! Time for a laugh with another of many hilarious Suffolk Punch Comedy Club gigs. I say, it’s…

Getting Out of the Day Job 21: Monks Eleigh Meets DD

Yesterday was wasted. Today, therefore, is going to be The Day! Action required. First stop – the doctor’s! Still have three months of The Day Job to get through, so must restock on the magic mood-boosting pills. The doctor is thrilled by my imminent redundancy and suggests that I wean myself off the higher dose…

Getting Out of The Day Job 19: Spectacular Blinds!

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A Medicinal Stroll in Chilton

I’m sitting here staring at a book about the ‘Wrekin Giant’ wondering when I will finally get around to creating my own version of the Salopian folk tale. No point sitting here just thinking about it. If I’m not going to get on with it here and now, it’s time to get out. Not out…

Getting Out of the ‘Kitchen’ 16: Evolution

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PJ’s Perky Jaunt: A Comedy Club Review

Disclaimer: Should you choose to purchase a book (or a bath towel) via any of the book (and towel) images included in my blog posts, I will receive a commission from Amazon at no extra cost to yourself. Here I am again. Pint of mango cider in one hand. Pencil in the other. Unfortunately, it’s…

Second Happiest

  If this is the second happiest place, then where is the first?   And surely, then, if there is a first, there must be a first star, and, above that, a first double-star. To my mind, that makes Babergh the fourth happiest place.   What the papers don’t say, however, in courtesy to Babergh,…

Dippy Bit

  I slice the top off my soft-boiled breakfast egg and watch as the little crackly bits start to cave in. But its a start-stop moment.  Most of the cracklies find themselves held back by a sticky membrane. Have the cracklies been saved from a great fall into a disaster zone, or have they been…