Finding things to blog about Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com I confess that serialising Jay and Robin saved me much guilt when I couldn’t think of anything to blog about in what has been a cha…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
The female swan was out swimming with the male earlier this week, with no sign of cygnets, despite the earlier nesting. I wondered if their eggs had filed to hatch – or been stolen by wildlif…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Moving On Robin No regrets. It’s good to be back in Tarfen. In Fendle, I appreciated being the one to set the pace for a change, while Jay floundered. Now I have made that mental break from my fixa…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Buying Time Jay I lay in bed and surveyed my room. For tonight, it was still my room. The mutt lay curled at the end of the bed on a heap of my clothes. How did he get in? Fin had turned up at the …| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Retaliation Jay In my room, I found garments that would fit Fin, loosely speaking, and we changed out of our travelling clothes. The stray dog followed me whenever I emerged into the yard. By the t…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Back Home Jay We settled the bill and left the tavern together. Outside, I stopped and checked that my pack was securely fastened. “Um… my family doesn’t know everything… about the breakup with Sto…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
I don’t often enter poetry competitions, but Writing Magazine wanted a sonnet this time, which has to rhyme, so a level playing field. Although mine didn’t win, I was mentioned in the s…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Friends in Need Robin Eden had been quiet after work yesterday, even offhand. Ro seemed puzzled by the silence, so I made reassuring noises about work being busy. Eden was still uneasy at the prosp…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
The swan is still sitting on her nest, but other birds are already multiplying. The geese and the moorhens are ahead of the ducks and swans. Sadly, my phone isn’t up to the challenge. I shoul…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day One Ira Fern had barked at the youngster climbing through the window, but she was used to tarlings coming to admire her litter and had no expectation of harm. Her nest smelled of milk and warm …| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
