Category Archives: Pog Life
A touch of dust
About three years ago our conservatory roof started leaking. First a little, then the sort that required a bucket. We were assured that the old style plastic roof that had been fitted around 10 years before we moved in 7 … Continue reading
NOT for sharing
My sisters and I don’t share food. With anyone. We suspect based on Mums ability to inhale cake and then snaffle our portions when we take her out for coffee. it may be something to do with our upbringing. But … Continue reading
Well hello, Claude! (you really can see into the future, can’t you?!)
I take a while to try new things. Especially technology. And I didn’t (and probably still don’t) understand AI and Chat GPT despite hearing lots about them and even starting to form opinions. But while I’m slow, I do know … Continue reading
Goodnight, Norman
Dear Norman, I was going to say that you have been my faithful furball for over fourteen years, but actually, ‘faithful’ is not entirely accurate. ‘Indifferent’ is probably closer to the truth. We’ve been through a lot together, haven’t we? … Continue reading
a bit of a jump
According to Mr R, I am really, really good at coming to weird conclusions about things. Out of the ordinary noise in the house? Pretty sure it’s a ghost. Hot water not working? Boiler has broken (on this one I … Continue reading
Ten years ago…it started with a fridge
Ten years ago I did possibly the bravest thing I will ever do in my life. It started with a fridge. It’s a long story that I wrote a separate blog about, but with a huge amount of support from … Continue reading
Sleep well, my Lovely Nut
If you’ve been around here a while (‘here’ being The Pog Blog, or my actual life), you might remember The Lovely Nut. She was an ex boyfriends Mum who – when he and I split up – became my very … Continue reading
Same but different
The other night as we were cleaning our teeth, I told Mr R my right nostril hurt. Him: have you stuck something up it? Me: Yes, an orange smartie. Him: Really? Me: No, of course not…………..I did once though. And … Continue reading
The master manipulator
Norman, as you might know, is my cat. Norman, is rather old, grumpy and terribly demanding these days. He is soon to be 14 and while I know many cats live much longer, none of mine have. So, I’ve been … Continue reading