Gone to Pot – or The Mid-Week Ramblings of a Tired Man.

For some reason, we both slept badly last night. We were in bed shortly before 11.30 and I awoke for the first time around 1.30a.m.; again at 2.40 – I know the times because I went to the kitchen for a drink of orange juice as my mouth was dry. I woke several other times … Continue reading Gone to Pot – or The Mid-Week Ramblings of a Tired Man.

At My Happiest.

“You’re at your happiest”, she said. I could only look at her with my usual non-comprehending face, mouth open, jaw dropped and blank expression. It’s a regular expression of mine. Mary makes statements, like the above, which leave me, well, wondering; wondering what’s coming next or wondering if she had said something before this that … Continue reading At My Happiest.