Fitted bloody sheets! My Ex had a way with them, but if I was on washing duty they’d end up as a tangled pile that wouldn’t fit on the shelf in the airing cupboard. She found it hilarious that, because my new house came with a basement rental let out on Booking.com, I am now… Read More »
I came across this today. A while ago, when I was still seeing Mistress Elita, I considered turning my blog, and the experiences therein, into a book. I got as far as putting together the first three chapters and a synopsis and sending them to an agent who seemed to represent some writers in this… Read More »
I went to play poker one Saturday a couple of weeks ago. I went because I was lonely and bored in my rental house and could not bear to be there another minute. The trains weren’t running properly so I drove. The traffic was awful and by the time I arrived I had added stress… Read More »
I’ve been “Cruisin for a Bruisin!” For the first time in what feels like an age, I’ve been, to use the dictionary definition of that phrase: “following a course of action likely to result in injury or other trouble for oneself.” I followed all the familiar, or at least remembered, routines: contacted a Mistress, set… Read More »
I sat next to a woman travelling alone on the train. I wouldn’t normally do that but I was tired and it was pretty much the only seat. I asked if she minded and she moved her bag out of my way with a smile, so I sat down.
I wrote this after a pre-Covid (just) ski trip with my oldest lad, a friend of his and my longstanding skiing buddy. I’m posting it now partly because I’m looking at going again in the New Year and partly so the top post on my blog is not about a funeral.
(Content warning: loss, grief) Perhaps I worry too much about my kids. A few years ago, I wrote a post about my experience of boarding school and the effect it had on my later life and on those close to me. I regard it as one of the most important posts in my blog.
Choosing the dish is absolutely the key. Simple, but elegant; wholesome, yet not too heavy; flavoursome, but not excessively spicy. I’m not looking for a Michelin star here, all artistic little dabs of 3 different sauces adorning a single mushroom. I want a dish that delivers its simple message with clarity and confidence, something where… Read More »
I was down at my parents’ house last week, doing an awful job.
I prefer not to play poker in the casino just now; it’s a dauntingly crowded environment while Covid infections are so high. Instead, I play in a London flat rented by two well-known local players, one of whom is a longstanding poker friend. Last time I played, I stayed in the flat the night before… Read More »
Just a bit of a lie down. Won’t be long. A chance to just breathe for a while, here on the bed.
I changed my walk this morning. I’d planned to walk through the water meadows; it’s a beautiful path first thing in the morning, all reeds and tall grasses, criss-crossed with streams and waterways. Close to the town, and yet pleasingly wild and unkempt. It would be especially beautiful on this bright, spring day.