Shoe shopping ought to be a simple affair. A straightforward transaction. And yet, here I am, wrestling with what seems to be an impossible quest: finding a decent pair of shoes. I have no desire for ostentation, no need for trendy embellishments or impractical flourishes. Just plain black leather, perhaps with a modest brogue pattern … Continue reading Wish Shoe Were Here: The Perils of Finding the Perfect Shoe
Category: My Words
Thoughts and memories-a-plenty!
The Chicken and the Egg
I straightened my tie with a practised tug, pulling the knot snug against my throat before shrugging into my charcoal-grey suit jacket. The weight of the fabric settled against my shoulders with familiar gravity. Then came the overcoat - black, thick, a bulwark against the creeping chill of a winter’s night. I turned the collar … Continue reading The Chicken and the Egg
White Christmas!
I can’t recall many years when we actually had a proper white Christmas when I was little. Snow always seemed to be the stuff of Christmas cards and festive telly adverts - pretty, twinkly, and about as real as Santa squeezing down the chimney. On my desk at work, I have a desk tidy - … Continue reading White Christmas!
Gaudete! A Tale of Two Chickens
Advent, with its quiet reflections and flickering candlelight, often stirs up memories - some sacred, some sentimental, and, in my case, one involving a chicken that met a rather undignified end on our kitchen floor. It was during a Christmas service, listening to others share their treasured festive recollections, that I found myself smirking at … Continue reading Gaudete! A Tale of Two Chickens
Barefoot and Beaten…
This tale is not meant to evoke sympathy - just another memory, a recollection that, with the benefit of hindsight, carries a certain wry amusement. Perhaps I deserved it. Stepping into the shower the other day, I felt the cascade of steaming water wash over me, coaxing a sigh from deep within, whispered aloud without … Continue reading Barefoot and Beaten…
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