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Mighty Mouse and You

This is such a brilliant post. Squeak. Which is why squeak I am blogging it. Hell … that cat looks tasty. SQUEAK!! 🐭🐁🐀🐀🐱🐈🐩

Life in the Boomer Lane

Those readers who are convinced that North Korean missiles are now, even as we speak, headed this way, have no need to continue reading this blog post. If you truly believe you have mere moments left, you certainly don’t want to spend them wallowing in Life in the Boomer Lane’s depleted mental universe. Please come up with something that has a bit more value, even if it just means polishing off all the snacks in the house.

The rest of you, those who believe you may have some time left in which to inhabit the earth, may be concerned about your aging brain cells.  Aging brain cells, like any other body part, are susceptible to deterioration. They become inflexible, unruly, and often run amok at any given moment. This wreaks havoc with daily schedules, interpersonal relationships and sexual activity.  They also send mixed signals about hair. They stop growing…

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I, Writer … #17

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You should if you like writing quotes or finding out about the work routines of other writers … plus the odd bit of plain daft. 🌞🍻👒

Routine Matters

I, Writer … #17

Much of a dayness (Part Two)

(Click here for Part 1 in case you missed it)

So here I am back at the table tapping this post on to my Kindle notepad. It’s almost 2 pm. and the wind sounds pretty wild out there. I always seem to hit a tiredness barrier at this time of day. Sometimes I just go and lie down for an hour in graceful surrender. Or I may go out for a walk and try to blow the cobwebs away.

Our cottage is situated in the beautiful village of Turnberry on the west coast of Scotland. It’s only a few minutes walk from the beach. Tell you what. I’m going for a stroll. Why don’t you come along and I’ll show you around.

This is the view from just outside the cottage. There’s usually cows and sheep grazing in the field…

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I, Writer … # 16

Routine Matters

I, Writer … # 16

Much of a Dayness (Part 1) … a.m.

I have been living in Full-Timeness for a little over a year now.
It’s hard to describe a typical day but with images taken here I will try.

At some point in the early morning I rise. This generally consists of a somewhat unwilling transition from horizontal to vertical. I open the blind and look out through the window just to make sure I’ve not been spirited away to the Village during the night.

I blink my eyes a few times. Everything looks normal. That’s definitely the garden out there. Good. I knew it wouldn’t let me down. Now I won’t have to answer any stupid questions about why I resigned. Not that I did. The security services are a bit neurotic about things like that. No. I went easy like a good man should.

Breakfast consists…

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It was twenty years ago today …

Routine Matters

It was twenty years ago today …

MUGGLES PRESS HERE

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John Kilbride (1951-1963)

1951 Club

john-kilbrideJohn Kilbride was a 12-year-old child victim of the notorious ‘Moors Murderers’ Ian Brady and Myra Hindley.He was born on the 15th May 1951. He was abducted from Ashton-Under-Lyne market, and taken up to Saddleworth Moor where he was assaulted, strangled and buried. The date was November 23rd 1963.
John’s body was later recovered and buried in Hurst Cemetry, Ashton-Under-Lyne, Lancashire.

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Music – A simple pleasure?

A Dog's Life? (Stories of me and him)

Music is such a simple pleasure isn’t it? We just select something on our electronic music box, or tune in to our favorite music station… listen… relax.

But what makes us choose our audio delight at any given moment? Our mood can certainly dictate a preference  at any given time. Are you in a happy mood or a thought provoking mood? Do you want to dream of things that might be, or dwell on the past? Perhaps you want to be totally absorbed by overpowering sounds, or perhaps you want to escape to serenity for a while? Perhaps you just want a background?

What makes us choose an instrumental rather then a song. An instrumental can certainly answer the needs in the prior paragraph… but lyrics? Perhaps you are in a social conscience state of mind and need to hear it vocalized, or perhaps you are in between relationships and…

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My Sunday Poem … # 14

I first posted this in March 2016. It is a beautiful Spring day here in Troon and the daffodils are out in force.

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My Sunday Poem … # 14

This is a poem I wrote many years ago when I was living in the wilds of north Norfolk. I’d joined a small group of mostly well established local authors and artists. Most of them could quite literally write (and drink) me under the table. Occasionally I came up with something half decent. 

To Spring 

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Spring
Sweet lady of the flowers
Waiting on the golden gates of Summer
Queen that lends thy beauty to the earth
Out of Winter’s bleak and lowly rags you came
A child of the mist and cold
And though each being in time created
Calls thee by a different name
They love thee with a single knowing Soul.

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