Making peace with the squirrels
Dusk dissolves into darkness. I listen carefully. Nothing, not even a single hoot or caw. The birds and squirrels have retired for the night and silence spreads like a snug Continue Reading →
Tag: Chigwell
My Mini and I
“Scrap it”, says the car dealer with disregard, as if my Mini was a piece of unwanted metal. Images of weatherbeaten men walking through the streets of India shouting out Continue Reading →
Late spring day
The garden security light comes on. Most nights around this time it flashes for just long enough to give a glimpse of a flea-bitten, scrawny fox scampering across the garden Continue Reading →
Spring
Spring has arrived. A subdued start. Maybe even the weather is reflecting our moods. As I think of sunny days, Lavinia’s sentences come to mind. It never is just a Continue Reading →
Mothering Sunday in lockdown
The day started like any other but it wasn’t just another day. Mother’s Day in lockdown has come around once again. The first time it was all new, the strict Continue Reading →
Friday 13
There are superstitions and then some more. It is Friday the thirteenth once again. What can possibly go wrong? I watch the magpie balance itself on the bird feeder, desperately Continue Reading →
Writing stories
The year is grinding to an end and the dark evenings are creeping upon us. Nature has been trying its best from the beginning of the year to cheer us Continue Reading →
Eating out to help out
Creating the same effect the second time around never works. At least for me it doesn’t. We are in our local pub ordering our evening meal. The same place I Continue Reading →
Another weekend with Lakshmi
The cherry blossoms are in full bloom and it looks like the clouds have descended and taken residence on the tree tops. The other bare trees look on with envy. Continue Reading →
Hair washing and Lakshmi
Laughter rings out. It is the weekend and the house is alive once again. “I want to catch you ammamma”, Lakshmi repeats as she runs after me. It is a Continue Reading →
