Climbing an impulsive ladder
I’ve made another irrational purchase. Two in fact. The second need not detain us. It’s a tin of wood stain that I bought for the floors. Purchased online, it arrived next day, and turned out to be for exterior use only.
Robert McNeil
Single track minds have illogical fears
I have developed a phobia. It’s arguably my only one. Like many decent ratepayers, I am afraid of spiders, but a phobia is an irrational fear, and it seems to me perfectly sensible to fear spiders. All these legs!
As interesting as watching cement dry
I have a new toy or hobby: cement. My unlikely love for this grey matter started when I needed to replace a missing brick at the top of the shoogly steps that lead into the back-garden.
Missing my parking space
All I want for Christmas is a parking space. One of the worst things about being back in the city is not having a place to park.
YouTube is just the place for watching the world go by
I was having a perfectly pleasant discussion with an older friend about the many shortcomings of the modern world when something she said put me in a quandary.
Hiding out in the Cubby Hole of Solitude
Well, have I had a time of it? I can answer that question quite easily: yes, I have had a time of it.
Magic lights in the dark back garden
I have created a little bit of magic. It came out about when I needed some light in the darkness in the back garden.
Why does the chicken cross the road?
I was intrigued to read about a bed and breakfast establishment in Blairgowrie which had puts its chickens in high-visibility jackets to protect them when they crossed the road.
Driven crazy by cleaning
I reeled back in shock and spat my breakfast Honey Loops across the room. Could this learned article in one of the nation’s public prints be correct?
Tired of tyre changing
I have changed a tyre. Oh yes. That surprised you, didn’t it? Thought I was totally hopeless, didn’t you? Yes, so did I. But we must upgrade our files now to read: “Mostly hopeless.”