Wake up and smell the roses

Sometimes an alarm ‘clock’ is unnecessary. Notwithstanding the fact that many of these clocks have been replaced by a mobile phone, it is the case that with the gathering of dust and years, one’s anatomy and slowing failing physiology does the job of jolting oneself awake, perfectly adequately.  It is with a regularity normally associatedContinue reading “Wake up and smell the roses”

“I can hear clearly now…”

(Warning: there might be a really rude word in this) Once upon a time there lived a faerie. Rosemary Dingleberry Fattarse lived under a rock near the red capped white spotted toadstool, sheltered by the fallen oak, riddled with the bore holes of wood lice and beetles, in a green fern shaded glade in theContinue reading ““I can hear clearly now…””