Friko's World

yes, yes, I know that is not how the saying goes, but during the last year or so, what with the endless visits to all kinds of doctors and s...

I've been well enough to restart/continue this blog for at least two months. The last chemo was in November 24, it took me six weeks or ...

  I've mislaid Me, the me with a capital M. The Me that was strong and capable and bloody minded and able to withstand and stare down mo...

 that's me. My doctor persuaded me to go see a urologist for a bit of a problem that I'd had for a while; nothing major, I thought. ...

Once every 33 years Ramadan, the Christian Holy Week and Passover fall in the same month. If the stars can do it, how wonderful if we, manki...

  Oh how I wish. But, if wishes were horses, beggars would ride. This beggar remains just that, a beggar. No horse. I scroll youtube a lot o...

  After a mild period where lots of brave little souls have pushed their first cautious heralds above ground we have now been promised anoth...

I looked the term up, they are a thing. Maybe you knew? I didn't, until now. "Night terrors are episodes of screaming, intense fear...

I've been struggling, the black dog came down for a visit and, as always when that happens, I felt unable to blog. You all appear so pos...

 Picture a perfectly normal evening, supper, a bit of telly, a book. No alcohol. Bed at a normal hour, between 11 and 12, lights out and snu...

 or maybe several, at that. Not the flood, naturally; that’s more or less what is expected in January, although it’s never welcome. There is...

Everything arrives at my front door, heavies like sacks of bird feed, garden supplies like grit, potting compost, horticultural sand,...

It had to happen eventually, working like a madwoman in the garden had to lead to some injury or other. It did. Excessive sawing and secateu...

how are you doing? Getting a bit fed up? A bit bored with your own company? I am. Not madly depressed or sad, just a bit bored. Min...

I made a disappointing discovery: one of my friends, someone I was not only fond of but admired greatly, has turned out to have feet of...

Oops, there she goes, falling like a sack of potatoes, spilling herself all over the stairs. After a day spent largely in the garden, even...

strange though it may seem to you, there is something liberating about being in lockdown. “I’m loving it,” says Jay who rarely stays at hom...

there’s worse to come, Apparently. Everything is dead, there is no life in Valley’s End at all, except for the volunteers who help those f...

I’ve been wondering if blogging is still appropriate in these uncertain times but, maybe now more than ever, we need to keep in touch...

First it was Brexit, then the floods and now Coronavirus. The various news media have all been obsessed with just one subject at a time and...