In this life

British weather (ah, the final resort of the NaBloPoMo person who's running out of things to say?) is very variable. Above, you see our ...

Another mild, sunny November day. Presumably it was like this when Keats wrote "Ode to Autumn": "Season of mists and mellow ...

This afternoon Mr Life and I went for a little walk at Cramond, which is by the sea on the north west side of the city, about ten minutes f...

Ah, the subjectivity of pet owners. Our cats are obviously lovely: furry, cuddly, highly intelligent and ... loyal. All right, perhaps the ...

I have just written a post of such all-surpassing boringness (mirroring my life at the moment) that I deleted it. Posting every day for NaB...

The weather is very mild again after a couple of days of very slight overnight frost. See this begonia, still flowering away outside the fr...

My time at the moment is somewhat taken up with visiting Mum in hospital twice a day, but today I did also manage a visit to Daughter 1 and...

My life is so thrilling that I'm a day behind in recounting our amazing doings: these are photos that I took from the car on our way to...

So, Isabelle, you ask: what happened on Friday morning before your mother took ill? Well, since you're so polite as to enquire: the day...

Someone asked what NaBloPoMo is (I got it right this time) and since I didn't know the name properly I looked it up and found this page...

Well. It occurred to me this morning that I'd vaguely thought I might do NoPoGoFlow or whatever it's called but had then forgotten a...

These are the igloos that the cats sleep in at night, when we meanly shut them in the kitchen. During the day they prefer to lounge on a li...

It's been such a beautiful autumn. In fact, I don't really have any clear idea of what autumn is usually like, since for so many ye...