The goose is back!

Poor old Goosey. Like me, he’s getting old but I saw a hint of fire in his eye as he sat on my lap watching me negotiating my way into this Blog. He had to put his spectacles on to read the entries and hissed with displeasure when he realised how long it has been […]

My favourite view.

When I was at school my uncle lived in a Cornish village on the Rame peninsula. School holidays were often spent with my aunt and uncle. My cousin John was a couple of years older than me and took me under his wing. He teased me because I didn’t like swimming through seaweed.  He was […]

Ride a Cock Horse …

This is my grandson Michael. Shortly after he was born his father (my eldest son) decided to make a rocking horse. Lovingly carved out of wood in his spare time. The spare time became ‘sparse’ time and as Michael grew he began to help his dad with the project. Eventually it was abandoned and consigned […]

Bah humbug! (Goosespeak)

Goosey hates this time of year. He gets exceedingly nervous when he hears people singing ‘Christmas is coming and the goose is getting fat’.  First of all he feels it is not politically correct to refer to his increasing girth … ? Fatism? And secondly he is convinced he is on someone’s Hit List. I’ve […]

Daily Prompt: Expert

This is George – my husband. He is an Expert (with a capital ‘E’) yes indeed an Expert at teasing me or, to use an English term, at pulling my leg. Before we actually met face to face some 13 years ago he told me about the love of his life – he had admired […]

Just sailing …

When I was at school one of the things I wanted to do was join the Wrens. My father had a fit and I lost interest when I learned they didn’t go to sea (well in those days they didn’t). When I lived in Cornwall I met a man who became my partner for 17 […]