Category Archives: Humour

Ode to a dead office chair…

Posted on February 8, 2015 by Sue Vincent

My dignity is damaged Since the wheel fell off the chair And sent me spinning backwards With both feet up in the air. There was that awful moment When I knew I couldn’t stop And wondered on which bit of … Continue reading →

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The mole…

Posted on January 30, 2015 by Sue Vincent

I’m pumped up on steroids and antibiotics, At least, just for once they don’t think I’m neurotic, But do we have answers? Oh no, we do not, They haven’t the foggiest clue what I’ve got. My blood pressure’s fine, they … Continue reading →

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The scent of a woman…

Posted on January 12, 2015 by Sue Vincent

The pigeon flew up out of the bamboo beside the door, scaring Ani and not doing a lot for me either as the wet dog jumped to the safety of my arms. Daft thing. The smell of wet dog at … Continue reading →

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…and the small dog does it again…

Posted on January 11, 2015 by Sue Vincent

Every time. Every ruddy time. The small dog conquers all, sweeping away any obstacles (and most small items) with a waft of her tail… Melting hearts with those big, brown, puppydog eyes. I may as well just hand the whole … Continue reading →

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Notes from a small dog (LII)

Posted on January 9, 2015 by Sue Vincent

What I want to know is, can I get a refund? Or an exchange her for a better model? Or maybe complain… Frankly, I’m disappointed in her. I mean, okay, she shares some stuff… cheese and custard and ice cream … Continue reading →

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Hopeful…

Posted on January 5, 2015 by Sue Vincent

“First day back!” says the mechanic, who looks well fed, well rested and uncompromisingly cheerful. I resist the unreasonable urge to haul him over the counter and disembowel him with his own monkey wrench. I smile sweetly. Explain the predicament. … Continue reading →

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To my visitor…

Posted on January 4, 2015 by Sue Vincent

Biting my ankle was out of order. And I know it was you. And it bled. Which is very inconvenient, given the sheets were white and it was four a.m. and I should have been asleep. Would have been asleep. … Continue reading →

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Happy Christmas from the small dog

Posted on December 25, 2014 by Sue Vincent

Images via Google search and courtesy of Darcy.

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Notes from a small dog… a letter to Santa

Posted on December 19, 2014 by Sue Vincent

Dear Santa, Whatever she says, it wasn’t me. I’ve been a good girl. Honest. I may…possibly… have not been good quite all year. Starting with the turkey theft accident last Christmas Day… and she didn’t really need the rest of … Continue reading →

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Terrified tanka… or how upsetting the PC is bad for the waistline

Posted on December 17, 2014 by Sue Vincent

When the terminal Seems to be too aptly named The writer cowers. Pleas for instant salvation Whimper across the ether… It has been going on for ages. The PC in fact, has never been quite right and I have got … Continue reading →

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