That’s correct. I’m clearing out! No,no!…. I’m not leaving – but my excess rubbish is.
It all began with a bag of old cards… well four bags actually which I decided there and then were to be ‘dumped’. My mind was made up…… I put my foot down with a firm hand. I needed more space and I was determined to be ruthless in getting it. I mean what’s the point in holding onto bits and bobs which, I fear, will inevitably end up in a dustbin once I really do clear off? Makes sense to me…. unlike the neverending ‘Brexit’ n’ Boris Balderdash’ which continues to spew hourly from every media outlet and has succeeded only in scrambling my poor brain with information overload. I need something mundane to occupy me.Continue reading →
I swore to myself that I was done with all this! Writing, I mean….. ‘cos I’m becoming too frustrated to say exactly what I want and what I want to say is so ‘lumpy’ and jumbled inside me that I don’t know how or where to start ….. give me a few moments…..Continue reading →
‘The Straw that Broke the Camel’s Back’, as you know, gives rise to the phrase ‘the last straw’ or ‘the final straw’.
How many times have you uttered those words in yourlifetime? Not as many times, I’ll wager, as you have in the past year. I’m not talking about personal or family ‘straws’, I’m talking about ‘public’ ones and I know I have declared more ‘last straws’ than you could shake a stick at (never quite understood that saying….must look into it...like one of the dangerously large potholes that Motherwell Council are looking into………!!)
To be honest I have abused the ‘last straw’ expression many times when I now realise that I was/am merely exasperated…….eg.,Continue reading →