Author: Diane

“Who are you and what have you done with my wife?” That’s how the poet greeted me yesterday morning when I bounced out of bed at the crack of dawn with him. He was off on a long-haul drive across t’hill (over the Pennines). It was 7am, so not that early. Even so, it was Very Early for me. However, since...

I seem to be spending less and less time on Facebook and X (formerly Twitter) just lately. I wouldn’t mind, but I’m not sure what I’m doing instead. I’m still tidying the books I uploaded to Google Play Books, deleting duplicates or failed uploads, and replacing any I’ve changed, such as found a cover instead of the generic ones and...

The first thing I did after hitting my desk yesterday morning was, well, hit my desk. It was so untidy I took a picture of it to remind me not to leave it like that ever again. It really has a negative effect on me and is something I’ve always disliked in all my working years. Perhaps it was brainwashed...

Friday! Well, that came around quick… I don’t want to get ahead of myself, though. Here’s how Thursday went. We had a good night. The dog stayed in his basket for much of it again. And we were all up in time to start our days on time. My day started with me hanging washing out. I hung out three...

Tuesday night was a lot better. Rufus got in his basket and went to sleep, and he stayed there for the entire night. Of course, that didn’t stop me waking up every other hour or so, to check that he was okay. But he was okay, he just didn’t want to go out and he must have been very, very...