THE VIEW FROM HERE

Robinson and I have been in a hammock for a while now but in the haphazard way of our lives we still regard ourselves as unsettled. That may seem contrary. We’ve lived in this house since last century. The house itself has been here since the century before that. That’s a very slow metronome. But …

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FEED YOUR HEAD

Previously… One minute later I got an email advising that my alcohol dependence hypnotherapy download had arrived. All I needed now was a quiet room and the rest of my life. I’d always thought the sunroom was a quiet room in our house. It has a leafy outlook and exudes calm. I told Robinson I …

TOMORROW BELONGS TO ME

Years ago when I was still working in the City I was held up at knifepoint by a couple of young hoodlums. They wanted my ‘fucking wallet’ and eventually I gave it to them. Actually I threw it onto the pavement and they grabbed it and scarpered. It was a shock. Didn’t they notice that …

EVERYTHING NEW IS OLD AGAIN

Sometimes as I pass through the kitchen while Robinson is preparing dinner I ask ‘Can I help with anything?’ and she retorts ‘I doubt it.’ Ha! It’s one of my favourite bits of kitchen cruelty. Along with being spanked with a wooden spoon, on the buttocks, on request. It’s not as though I never do …