I’m not quite fifty yet, but looking back I still can’t figure out why they decided to add Scrappy Doo.
Monthly Archives: November 2021
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 blogEight 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.