Isolation boredom or Russian Roulette?
These are indeed strange and unsettling times. Such that they have resurrected thoughts of Parkinson’s Law, which famously stated way back in 1955 that “work
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It was only a few days ago that I suggested many of the words and phrases that have already become lingua franca during the recent
Self-isolation: it’s situation normal for loners and introverts
THERE is something to be said in favour of being an introverted loner at times like this. While all about us fret and fume about
A hot (and wet) book at bedtime
NEVER fall asleep in bed holding a book and a hot drink. The book gets wet and you get woken very suddenly, and painfully. Lesson
The Perfect Wife weaves a near perfect tale
As one who is forever wary of book cover blurbs, I approached this much-praised offering with even more caution than usual. Look at those blasts
The fearsome fantasy of a garden
Having so far remained free of the horrendous effects of Covid-19, I will however admit to suffering what might be considered a supplementary impact. Not
It may be just a small point to you …
WHAT is it about apostrophes that is so difficult to understand? Yes, I am well aware it’s a question that has been asked hundreds of
Sweating on finding a Covid repellent
You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone, sang Joni Mitchell. And right now I am hoping that will be the case. Hoping that
Strewth, it’s Strine
You’ve gotta love what the Aussies can do to the English language. No time was wasted Down Under in adapting linguistically to the present crisis.
The man, the virus and the nightmare
THE elderly man flicked through the pages of the newspaper. Back and forth. Flick, flick. Stopping occasionally to re-read an item, perhaps check a headline,
There will be no stopping my insults.
Things are not going to change. All you poor sensitive souls out there, and you seem to multiply by the day, will simply have to