Category Archives: Nothing You Can Do, Duck

Strung out like the washing

Is one of my favourite racing expressions, it’s used to describe a line of horses separated by many lengths as they head (usually wearily if this term is applied) towards the lollipop. I see this sight once a week in … Continue reading

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Late

Mum is still in; should be out tomorrow – am over for the match v Sunderland; update on Sunday. Mark Rothko # 14. Life is simple and messy and pure, J.D. Nielsen

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Into the night

Mum was not so well yesterday and had to be admitted to the cancer ward at the City General for care, drugs, and observations. I drove over to see for myself where we were at because sometimes only the evidence … Continue reading

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The memories of others

The exchanges with sister Diane below show how partial memory is; there was once a Labrador in our family, which I do remember, but I don’t remember its sex, nor that it had a litter (of one, apparently) nor do … Continue reading

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Humble apologies/when a sister puts you straight

My post below appears to be full of wild inaccuracies. The true version of events as per Diane’s ‘comment’ – We did indeed do a flit to the Isle of Man, and we left early one morning … I remember … Continue reading

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When we were Manx

After her divorce from our father Mum took us to live in the Isle of Man for a year and a half. We cleared Stoke-on-Trent in a midnight runner and journeyed over on the Isle of Man Steam Packet ferry. … Continue reading

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Wedding Update

I was advised that it all went off lovely and that the bride felt well and ‘looked a picture,’ and that there were tears but not too many.

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