Category Archives: Broadbeam life

Marina Geese

I’ve learned a lot about geese in the last year. They’re good parents, they’re fiercely protective but oist of all they’re foul, potty mouthed birds. When not crying ‘murder’ every five seconds during gosling season, the marina geese aren’t afraid to hold fire. Yesterday, when Sir Sid and Lady Vicious paraded the cygnets – allowing […]

Jul 04

Ode to Tired

Leave the hamlet of A Little Bit Tired and walk slowly till you reach the village of Tired. If the dog is available (and not called Tim Johnson) scratch ears and limp on towards the small town of Knackered. Take rooms in the I’ll Be As Right As Rain Inn. In the morning head to […]

Marina Birds

Been a tad worried this last 24 hours. I was woken this morning to ‘Murder. Murder. Murder.’ Followed by ‘ Not me. Not me.’ Expecting every TV detective in history to arrive on the marina. When I know more….

Jan 01

What Will 2020 2 Be?

A year of change. That is for certain. I’m not sure it’s all going to be for the good. Nor that all will bring happiness. But after last year, I’ve learned that happiness is in the small things. Like a lonely cat, finding friendship with a dog. Seeing my Mum and Dad at Christmas. Spending […]

Jun 04

Marina Bird update

Had some newcomers yesterday, if all the “hellos” were anything to go by. Haven’t heard them today. Hope the row between Bill Hates Youuu and Too Cruel Anthony hasn’t put them off…

Jun 02

Facepalm

Not to self, switch on oven not grill. Twit. Boat now boiling hot and smelling of burnt fat

May 29

Marina Bird Mystery

It’s hotting up on the marina. Bill Hates Youuu  is back and I remain none the wiser as to what the cause of Bill’s vitriol is, though, I do have two theories. The pair of cuckoos seem to have had a fight. There is a lot of Cuck but no Coo. Perhaps Coo is Bill? […]

May 02

Marina Birds

The Canada geese were on a hurry up this morning. Obviously they hadn’t set the alarm as I heard one of them quite distinctly tell the others “We’re Late! We’re Late! We’re Late!” Hope wherever they’re going is used to their tardiness 🙂

Mar 13

Earworm again

For weeks my earworm has been mumbling incoherently to a orchestral refrain I can’t place. I’m wondering if it’s a ring tune. It sounded like dumb dumb dairry /dumb dumb dairry /dumb dumb dairry daaaaha The fog has lifted on the lyrics. Apparently they are: Tons of berries Tons of berries Tons of berriesTa! Better […]

Dad Sitting

I am currently Dad sitting. It is an interesting concept and one I don’t think I could do for more than the fortnight that I have. He is a very intelligent man but at 88, he is wearing out. His routines are fixed. His ability to cope with change difficult and he is facing one […]