Category Archives: not letterish nor bathish
The increasingly long tail tale of when Ruskin was shot
Ruskin Shot: On Thursday morning, the fifth of May, 2011, a man shot our dog, Ruskin. Ruskin has been with us since the 12th of February, 2004. He is still with us. Ruskin lives. The man in this car shot … Continue reading
Really Terrible Architecture
I actually typed “Reallly Terrible Architecture” and now I wonder whether it would have been better to leave that third “l” in there. We are visiting my mother-in-law. Ever since she came to live here, I have been trying – … Continue reading
Stray Dog Saga
The story of the abandonned dog has reached one level of denouement. She’d been “around” a long time… But… As long ago as the 25th of November I first saw her in a field apparently limping. That isn’t too strange … Continue reading
Stalking Storks
[Editorial note: This post began to be composed on 22 September 2011.] “Normally” every Thursday (and we’re back to “normal” now the summer courses are over) I go shopping in Guissona. The ancient Roman town of “Iesso”. Thursday is Market … Continue reading
It’s happening in lots of places…
Daffodils come up in an unused vegetable garden on my dogwalking route. Every year I think: I should climb over the wall and steal them. I should remember where they are and steal the bulbs, later. But I never have. … Continue reading
Ante-Bath Notes 