In recent years (the tropical chapter), the week before Christmas each year, my next door neighbour, Carol, would play festive tunes. Classics from a bygone era, Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra, Dean …
Christmas Day
I would like to wish all the readers of the website, a very Merry Christmas. We have people browsing from such countries as Ireland, England, Scotland, Germany, France, Holland, Italy, Asia, Canada, …
1964, Teady McErlean and Building Dreenan
Apologies, I have not been posting much in recent months. I have not been writing anything at all. But the creativity is still there, and I have been working in the evenings, on enhancing a lot of old …
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The Ploughman Alone is King
Several hours last Saturday were spent, rather than writing up a weekend post, brushing out the flood in my house. I had turned on the bath and forgotten about it. I stepped off the sofa, to …
Sweethearts Always
Every now and again — usually a glass of red into the evening, when the sensible jobs have been abandoned for the night — I take out mum and dad's old photographs. They met in the late 1950s, at a …
We’re all just walking each other home
When you have your own blog, you are able to write about your own life and what is close to your heart. This post may have limited interest for some. But I do know that those who know me well and who …
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