Category Archives: Beachville
A Norman’s eye view (belated black cat appreciation and photography homework)
I forgot it was black cat appreciation day last week. Again. Sorry Norman. I have tried to make it up to him though. Homework given at week 4 of my photography class was to do ‘a day in the life’ … Continue reading
Cooking wth Mummy W part 1
When I was between having sold Pog Towers, trying to buy Pog Towers 2, failing and moving to Beachville, Norman and I stayed with Mum and Dad for a few months. Mummy W and I took the opportunity to teach … Continue reading
Popping my football cherry
What’s a really good way to spend a Sunday afternoon when your girlfriend is not terribly keen on crowds and doesn’t do football? Go to a football match together, of course. The sort with a record number of well over … Continue reading
My daftness match
Between me and Himself I reckon most people think he is the sensible one and I’m the daft one. I thought it to start with too. Not so much these days though. First this week we had the incident with … Continue reading
Lights, camera, action
I had two dawning realisations last week. Remember that film I told you I took part in at work? Well, I saw a rough cut of it. And it turns out that I don’t actually look how I thought I … Continue reading
People, pictures and…a lack of spice
I’ve always loved a course. Not the sort with pressure and exams; I love the sort where you learn and you chat and you hopefully have a bit of fun. And I like the opportunity to meet new people. It … Continue reading
Not taking the biscuit. Or the cupcake. (Surprisingly)
A few weeks ago I met Maureen and Margaret over the garden fence. They invited me to the Macmillan coffee morning they were planning at the supported living residence up the road. That day was today. Not being one to … Continue reading
Bring the party food! (A guest post by Norman)
My Pog and himself have just informed me they are leaving me once again for ‘a bit of sun’. I got in the suitcase but they said I wouldn’t like it. I am unimpressed. So I propose instead we have … Continue reading
No trainers needed
My words seem a bit small in the shadow of yesterday’s post, so I’m just going to tell you a little secret then show you some photos: The secret? I don’t always like running that much. I LOVE the feeling … Continue reading
Meeting the neighbours
I’ve always found it a bit tricky to meet new people. I’ve often thought that it would be easier if I had children as there are more opportunities and an obvious common ground. In fact, since moving to Beachville, I’ve … Continue reading
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