Author Archives: thepogblog
That flowery time of year
When I was born, Mum and Dad bought a pink rhododendron. It’s moved house a few times with them and I think it was only when Mum and Dad moved to where they are now that it made it out … Continue reading
Fun and games with Pop up Sue
I started writing this sitting at the back of a village hall watching twenty older people taking parts in an Age Uk strength and mobility class. That particular class was focussed on strength and coordination; watching Mum was like watching … Continue reading
The pheasant story
On Wednesdays I do a writing course / session / something (I get up and write with a group of other people who also get up and write so we are all held accountable) from 6-8am. Percy usually gets up, … Continue reading
40 years ago…
…I was sitting – age five, nearly six – in a school music lesson when I saw my Dad run up the school drive. I must have caught his attention somehow and he burst into the lesson to tell me … Continue reading
The spots didn’t change after all…
Himself has gone on holiday. I lived on my own for years and I was going to say ‘without incident’ but as I walked Percy just now, I realised that The Pog Blog came about due to the sheer number … Continue reading
Historic wormholes
As you probably know, it was Valentine’s day on Monday. If you’ve been around for a while, you’ll probably understand the level of excitement I felt realising that the next one I will be a married lady! Me, the one … Continue reading
Tangle-y words
For a hypnotherapist I’m scarily good at getting my words in a tangle. The good news is that ‘confusional hypnosis’ is a thing so when my words come out wrong I can confidently convince myself that it was what I’d … Continue reading
Well, good morning Mr Blackbird!
‘Why are you out here gardening on your own, Mum?’ ‘I thought I’d get started. I’ve only fallen over once.’ It’s a freezing cold morning, full of grey dampness. Mum already has dirty trousers from falling over, and looks like … Continue reading
Ooops
I only just came back and I already fell out of the habit! So here is a quick one: Last week mum and I want to exchange a pair of her trousers. This was quite an event as we threw … Continue reading
Being a teddy bear
I remember a friend telling me about teddy bear syndrome years ago. It’s what happens when someone hurts and they take it out on those closest to them. (Their teddy. Because a teddy forgives anything, doesn’t it?) Two weeks ago … Continue reading
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