Thought For The Day

I’m not quite fifty yet, but looking back I still can’t figure out why they decided to add Scrappy Doo.

Claws For The Weekend: The Circus Doesn’t Come To Town

I took this photograph a few weeks ago in my town centre, just before nightfall.

It looks like the circus was in town. It wasn’t. Those gazebo-marquee thingies were put up to encourage people to still use the local cafés when Covid restrictions wouldn’t allow people to sit inside.

We do have a few clowns though.

Hope you all have a great weekend, juggling (😆) any commitments you have.

See you on the flip side.

Are You Okay, Jen?

I’m worried about the wife. She looks a bit pale.

Eight Lines, Relenting

from my poetry blog

Eight Lines, Relenting

Whenever I Lay My Hat

I met up for coffee on Friday with an old mate. Our roots go right back to high school. We were in the local Costa for five and a half hours! 9.00am to 14.30pm. That’s two meal times. I think it’s a hitting fifty thing.

There was a time in the past when we’d both have been hammered by spending that length of time together, in a pub rather than a coffee place.

However, I think this photo that I took of our caps, while he was getting served at the counter, is indicative now of our current stage in life

His umbrella had fallen just out of shot.