Category Archives: musings

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 […]

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 […]

Dec 27

Oh Christmas Tree

This is the first year in 4 that we’ve been to my parents. Covid kept us away last year, OH beung a retail pixie account for the others. Being home is bittersweet. My parents are in their twilight years. Christmasses yet to come, as a family unit, are likely to be counted in years not […]

Dec 26

An Up and Down Year

I cannot say I will be sorry to see the back of this year. Quite the opposite. It cannot leave soon enough. Stuff personal, family and work, have kept me from my keyboard in a creative capacity. Live, online lessons are all very well and good but when your hobby is writing, it’s a bit […]

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

Yes You Do Know

Is the latest call going around the marina. And quite insistent it is too. I’m pretty sure it’s got something to do with Bill Hates Youuu but I’ve been transported back to my first secondary school maths lessons, where despite my protestations to the contrary, I was told I did know. Cheers bird.

Day 1 of Apocalypse 2: Small Wins

I don’t like change. I suppose it’s because I’m somewhere on some special needs spectrum, which when I was at school was called the Lazy-Thick-Naughty Scale. So the 12 hour scramble to Remote Teaching notice knocked me sideways and not because I wasn’t ready. I was. I had a new laptop. The old one stopped […]

The return of the wood pigeon

Bill Hates Youuu is back. Less vitriolic than before. It feels like he’s just going through the motions; maybe because  he’s getting no response. The song birds aren’t giving him the solo. They’re carrying on, doing their thing. He’s having to compete for air time and this fact is affecting Bill Hates Youuu big time. […]