Tag: black dog

Hi, How’s things with you, dear reader? Hopefully good, and if not, fingers crossed they’ll soon improve. Expect rain A few of you have been kind enough to get touch and to mention your concern about – how to put this? – that there’s been a darker turn to my writing of late. First off, thank you to those who got in touch; it means a lot. ❤️ So, secondly, I may call of the sage wisdom of veteran news reporter, John Sergeant. He said (and I’ll paraphrase) for any good report, focus on: what’s going on, what’s next, and will it get worse. Oh, you might want to get a cup of tea and settle in. This may be […]

Hi, There are times when it feels a strange thing to be a blogger. To be someone who writes and shares what they do and who they are. Occasionally, these can be very personal moments. There is something that nags at me, like a stone in a shoe or a rough nail on cloth. It’s a… if I can be honest here, I sometimes worry that this is all vainglorious nonsense, an edifice to ego, and perhaps, pointless. But then, isn’t a lot of such ilk easily dismissed by reductionist thought? Why see a film if it’s ultimately a series of flashing lights and noises. Why go out for a walk when you’ll only come back to your home. Well, […]

Hi, How’s things with you? Over here in Chez Jones, it’s been somewhat up and down. Not just with yours truly, but seemingly all of us. Perhaps I shouldn’t be dosing the tea with medical grade hallucinogens? 🤔 The Ever Lovely Mrs J had a bit of a dip given her health issues got on top of her. Wee Man, bless him, has restarted his medication and seems to be picking up after a rough start to university. Finally, Child 2.0 didn’t go to school today and they were in tears this morning, bless them. We think that maybe down to too much on at school. But sometimes, I think the best thing you can do is stop. Walk away […]

Hi, As I was getting ready the other night, I had one of those moments of why am I doing this? That sightly off-centre thought that makes you question what’s going on. It’s all the…. malarkey and faffing about. A close shave, packing a bag, strapping in to shapewear, painting my face various colours, and then putting on fake hair. It’s all a bit…. confusing at times. But, so to perhaps is yelling at eleven folk pushing a ball around the grass, getting involved in a fabricated drama about people who do not exist, or tapping madly on a plastic controller to move some coloured lights on a screen. Well, look who’s had their vitamin cynicism today 😉 Perhaps the […]