Resting
Given the warning signs yesterday, I wasn’t surprised to wake up this morning with a rheumatoid flare. It’s not too bad, luckily, but it’ll probably be a few days before my joints settle down again, and in the meanwhile I’m … Continued
Fat-bottomed boy
“Why don’t you go to Grove Hill?” said R, who hasn’t got where he is today without being able to recognise a wife who’d be more loveable were she several miles away. Last summer I was a little surprised that … Continued
Boys will be boys
There were three male Southern Hawkers patrolling the pond at Grove Hill this afternoon. As long as the whole pond was in the light they managed – within reason – to keep out of each other’s way, but as the … Continued
