Author Archives: Paw Prints in the Butter

So (all good narratives have to begin with ‘so’ these days) … I’ve been running around the kitchen chanting to myself. Have I gone doo-lally? Lost what few marbles I still possessed? Nope. Bitten by That Worm again. You know … Continue reading →

Paw Prints has been a mite dispirited of late, struggling to make these mewsings heard. Now thanks to a wonderful Tom cat (you know who you are…) – I have emerged blinking into a new dawn of technology. Thanks are … Continue reading →

One of the reasons I have been so reluctant to post here is that I had a few problems with WordPress. The worst of these is that my ‘follow me’ wasn’t working properly. Now a kind friend has had a … Continue reading →

Is it really three months since I posted here? Mea maxima bad. But we have not been idle. It all started when three members of the Arun Scribes writing group (Rosemary Noble, Angela Petch and I) found we all had … Continue reading →

My new book ‘At Home in the Pays d’Oc’ is within a cat’s whisker of hitting the bookshelves and the e-sphere. The cover design was delivered today – now all I have to do is tread the independent publishing maze, … Continue reading →

The Best-laid Plans Well, woman may propose, as the proverb (almost) goes, but something – be it god, fate or the ‘lurgy – disposes.  In my case it was definitely the latter. ‘Oh, you’re going to learn about social media?’ … Continue reading →

THIS SOCIAL MEEJA LARK Part I: When dinosaurs become birds (or, for those old enough to get the reference, Grannie is about to Take a Trip) It’s not very nice to wake up one day and discover you are a … Continue reading →

For the Russians, let’s cry ‘Hip, hooray’! For a splendid athletic display. They ducked and they dived And always contrived To capture the gold on the day.

Cried an angry young lady from Goring ‘My boyfriend’s incredibly boring: Uninspiring in bed And, what’s worse,’ she said, ‘I can’t get to sleep for his snoring.’

A young vegan fellow of Leeds Ate nothing but salads and seeds. Till he noticed his ass Was covered with grass Intermixed with a fine crop of weeds.