Tag Archives: Debbie

WIT THEODOLITE JAMS: August 2025

Ahem August was a very fruitful month. Raspberries and blackberries, plums and greengages, even rosehips and sloes suddenly made a massive and early appearance in the hedges and byways along which I walk Max. There were reports from Burgess Hill of previously uncharted bushes within hedges suddenly producing rare and delicious plums. August was also […]

BONNIE PERIPATETIC RHODODENDRONS: May 2024

Our amazing dog Bonnie, possibly a Bedlington Whippet, or maybe a small Schnauzer Lurcher, born in a rescue centre over 18 years ago, and more recently very frail and forgetful, as well as nearly blind and deaf, disappeared about two weeks ago. She became confused one evening in the garden at Broad Oaks in Burgess […]

BRIDESMATES BIRIANI BRUNNER: July 2023

Ahem, Jessie, our first-born daughter, and Jurrat, our first son-in-law, made their memorable vows to each other in an unforgettable wedding celebration under a blue cedar tree in the garden of Broad Oaks, following their civil marriage in Brighton last month. Jessie and Jurrat (J2) had between them arranged almost everything about the wedding celebration. […]

VANDALS TUCKING CISTERCIAN: June 2022

Ahem The weather this past month has been ridiculous even by English standards, a confusing farrago of passive aggression and bipolarity. For several days it was just damply dismal; then it slowly brightened up in a faltering, febrile way, before becoming positively neo-African at its zenith for a couple of days; then suddenly sank back […]

FORSWORE WORSTED INTERNECINE: January 2022

Ahem The year started new-pin-brightly, with a hangover-free park run on a mild New Year’s morning. Also, I began a diet and forswore alcohol, once again, amid a barrage of friendly advice, some of it consistent. Many agree that lifestyle change is the key choice to make, then offer you a large pie and chips. […]

TRANSEPT GARNERED STINKHORNS: November 2021

Ahem My previous one-scener blue moon trips to London have now turned into weekly or twice-weekly trips into the City for my temporary stint as interim speechwriter at the Guildhall. I face down forlorn memories of my commute two decades ago into Greyface Gormenghast Gritty Thameslink, the grimmest railway station in Britain. I would slope […]