It has been a sad day, and the weather matched it perfectly. I think, in literary circles, this is called pathetic fallacy. I remember the phrase from studying that comedic masterpiece, Tess of the D’urbervilles. Feel free to correct me if I have got the wrong end of the stick, it was a long timeContinue reading “It’s Just a Shower”
This morning I had a haircut, the first since lockdown. It was a bizarre affair, with masks and visors and trepidation. My lovely hairdresser did her upmost to tame my barnet and sent me, newly coiffured, off to The Mantle’s Estate. Standing in front of Their ‘Ships I waited for their opinions. Her Ladyship saidContinue reading “Haircut”
Flower, bee, pollen. The End.
This installation has appeared at The Mantles. I thought it best not to ask.
I’ve started back to work. Not for all of my clients, just those who feel they are ready, and of course where it is safe to do so. On Monday I returned to The Mantles. They have done me proud. It seems that they have been listening after all. Weeded, mulched, dead-headed, the greenhouse fullContinue reading “Obsolesence”
We are all learning how to make things work for us and at the same time keep everybody safe and happy. Luckily we are well versed in such things at the Mantle Mansion. This is how Lord Mantle always serves me my coffee.
A very enjoyable day at The Mantle’s. Apple tree and rose pruning. Spanish bluebell extraction (and to think we got rid of every single one last year). Cheese on toast and slab cake. Omphalodes and hellebores. Magic waterproofs that worked once more. Waterlilies and a truck load of frog spawn that you can just aboutContinue reading “Too Soon?”
As I may have already mentioned, I am not a keen driver. I do it because I have to. I don’t dread the more familiar domestic journeys, but longer excursions are not so welcome. Needs must. We all have our crosses to bear, and to be honest there are much heavier loads. However, there areContinue reading “The Journey”
True Story Lord Mantle: I like Francis Bacon. Me: Oh I don’t, he gives me the eebeegeebys. If I was to write a critique of his work, or even a thesis entitled The Artistic Merits of Francis Bacon, that would be exactly what I would say, “he gives me the eebeegeebys”. Except I am notContinue reading “A Little More Conversation”
Today Lord and Lady Mantle were called away on top secret business, possibly something to do with road testing custard slices, but I can’t be certain. I was left to my own devices. Dangerous you might think. And I wouldn’t blame you. By nature I am a flitter, jumping from one task to another andContinue reading “Stone Washed”