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Parish Notice.

Morning all! Listen up. The events of the past few weeks have been pretty exhausting. On a personal level, on a health level, and finally on the level of this blog. The news from the Doctors yesterday was not good – yet I am still here. They don’t know why! I simply don’t have the [...]

Confession Time…and Last Writes. (sic)

This is going to be painful and humiliating, but it is all pertinent to the big picture. The Internet is full of characters. Some delightful, some several points past barking mad. Because I started my internet life as a moderator – my choice – I was bored witless when we first moved to France, on [...]

Dying to be Heard.

This is not just any pink sponge on a stick – this is a M & S pink sponge on a stick.  Well now my beauties; have I got a tale to tell you! It will not be pretty; it will not be restrained; it will not be organised. It will emerge in the order [...]

Why Ms Raccoon is howling at the biggest moon since the year she was born and taking no prisoners.

Other than a couple of days last week, I have been in hospital for the past three weeks. First Sepsis, then the effects of the attempts to cure me of that. I am now the original Christmas Turkey – being fattened up so that I can die comfortably of the cancer. The irony is not lost on [...]

Vernon’s last wishes.

Vernon was probably about 70 when I first met him. A taciturn, socially awkward creature who found it difficult to meet your eyes. He would stumble into the tea room – he never seemed to be quite in command of his own feet; jacket akimbo – in dire need of a good woman to straighten [...]

Perchance to dream?

Put up with it folks – Ms Raccoon is in whimsical mood, having just enjoyed a romantic trip down a moonlit river to a tiny village with a handily placed Chinese take-away, and the world’s best breakfast the following morning. It were luvverly. Except that the MSG or whatever it is in a Chinese takeaway [...]


Ms Raccoon would like apologies for her absence to be noted in the minutes. I wasn’t in any fit state to deal with the bickering, carping, mud hurling, whinging e-mails, or bad tempered tweeting, from assorted individuals that fills the daily life of a blogger. So I came up with a very simple solution – [...]

Seitanic Travesties and Vegan ‘R’ Soles, Bovine Cheating and the Eyes have it.

Yet again, the latest example of the manipulation of our judicial system lies languishing in my ‘to do’ folder; and Ms Raccoon has found three more titbits of absolute nonsense in order to distract herself from the hard work of putting an unbelievably complex case into 1000 odd words. Who knows? Maybe tomorrow. First to [...]

All A-Broad for a Smudd-lark.

I can scarcely believe it myself but it continues to be the case that I am intermittently invited to stay with Ms Raccoon and Mr G – provided enough time has elapsed since my last visit to allow everything I did on my previous visit to be either a) forgiven or b) glued back together.  Suffice [...]

One man went to mow…

As night-time falls, the marsh becomes the province of the ‘will-o’-the-wisp’, that mysterious blueish light that dances hither and thither, occasionally picking up the slow beat of the barn owl’s wings, more usually skitting across the water meadow, leaving you wondering whether you really did see it or not. Was there a man out there [...]