Friko's World

'There is no more ridiculous custom than the one that makes you express sympathy once and for all on a given day to a person whose sorro...

. . . . . . a bit of this and a bit of that. Still spending hours reading rather than writing or doing anything else creative. Still obses...

It’s really hard to come up with a worthwhile blog post when your mind is preoccupied. I may also be suffering from writer’s block, all my ...

Following news sources online is a mug’s game. There are too many sites which concentrate disproportionately on hyped and blown up bad news...

The Guardian The remnants of Gonzalo landed on these shores last night and today. It had long blown out its destructive fury across the ...

Sometimes, I just potter. Days without plan, without purpose, days when I can land on any activity I fancy, at any time, suit me well....

I just walked past a mirror and saw my dad reflected in it. Now my dad was not an ugly man as looks go; tall, broad, grey haired, with dee...

Sky over Valley’s End. It’s been a messy kind of day. First Beloved came back from giving Millie her short morning run covered ...

A respite from the rain for most of the day, there was even enough sun to bathe the castle in a warm afternoon glow. Millie and I went ou...

Anyone for Hopscotch? Make sure you don’t step on the cracks. The crops are in, the hay is in, the fields round about look smooth ...

Gardener and I may be falling out. Since he had his heart attack there is much less of him to go round, he has cut back on the number of gar...