Ellen
Ellen
Ellen 31 July 2022. 10:27am
Ellen: “I am only a little bear. I have only written one story. And then only the middle story of three in this blog. (more…)
A Summer Collection
A Summer Collection – Virginia’s Poem: The GA’s Walk: The Stick: From the Train Window
Virginia’s Poem
Virginia: “I thought a silly poem might bring the hint of a smile. I wrote it to try to cheer people up as the news continues to be so downbeat and generally depressing.”
Bertie: “Cheered us up, Virginia!”
Grandma’s House
Grandma’s House.
They loved that day at Spitalfields Open Gardens. Sitting in the beautiful garden of the Rectory of Christ Church was indeed heavenly, with the church towering above them. Friendly chatter with the little band playing in the corner. A perfect English country garden party in the middle of London’s East End. (more…)
Can it Kill You?
Male and female Stag Beetles.
“Can it kill you?” asked granddaughter Daisy.
“Totally harmless, Daisy.” said grandad Bobby. “I picked it up and put it in the undergrowth to stop it being trodden on. It’s a BFG. Like me!” (more…)
Finding Serenity at Kingston upon Thames (Again)
Kingston upon Thames
Kingston upon Thames Bridge.
Bertie: “NO! NO! NO! I’m not going. You must be bleedin mad!”
Bobby: “You aren’t invited, Bertie. I am taking Trevor, to introduce him to Al-Anon and the Angel.” (more…)
Pembrokeshire
Back in 1985. The happy couple, as it was then, had an opportunity to borrow a motor caravan for a holiday. Modestly priced, it seemed too good an opportunity to miss. And it was friends of ‘er indoors’ making the offer. Something the happy couple had never done before. North Wales. The Llyn Peninsular. What an exciting prospect! (more…)
Spitalfields Secret Gardens with Eamonn
Secret Gardens
The Rectory Garden. Christ Church Spitalfields, Fournier Street
Bertie: “What a lovely garden, Eamonn.”
Eamonn: “Ah! To be sure it was, Bertie. Tank you for suggesting I go to the open gardens. ‘Twas marvellous to be sure.” (more…)
Giant!
Phoenix Garden, Echium. “You missed the bleedin top off, Bobby.”
Sometimes we go on walking tours with Bob. Not that Bob. Another Bob. (more…)
Can’t be Easy
Bobby and “Bobby”share a joke.
Bertie: “It can’t be easy being you, Bobby. It’s hard enough just being your friend. A day of wonderful joy became a following day of huge muddle in your bonce.” (more…)
The Platinum Jubilee Thursday
Platinum Thursday
Platinum Thursday. Piccadilly Circus.
When Eliza Doolittle sat at the corner of the stage in a scene of old London and sang “Wouldn’t it be luvverly” Bobby knew it would be a wonderful show. That he had booked the cheapest ticket in the back row of the “gods”, not even knowing it was a very special day was lucky enough. (more…)