Category Archives: Humour

Why you should own a feather duster…

Posted on November 30, 2019 by Sue Vincent

As time has run away with me this week… one from the archives: To some the humble feather duster may conjure nostalgic visions of French maids and uniforms, to others they are a rather retro adjunct to the broom cupboard. … Continue reading →

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Typical…

Posted on November 13, 2019 by Sue Vincent

I just wanted to sleep last tonight… The Small Dog stayed up late, She’s all excited, I can tell, Just by the prancing gait And, “Writer, please just come and see… I’m up at fifty-eight!” “It’s not the New York … Continue reading →

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Out now! Doggerel: Life with the Small Dog…

Posted on November 12, 2019 by Sue Vincent

I dream of literary heights, Of poetry and fancy’s flights… Of philosophical debates And tales the inner heart relates. She dreams of tennis balls in flight, Of sneaking cuddles in the night, Of muddy walks and open gates And chicken … Continue reading →

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Notes from a Small Dog: Sleeping dogs lie..?

Posted on October 24, 2019 by Sue Vincent

It is tough being under the weather, Especially when you can’t talk, When you don’t fancy playing or dinner And you don’t really fancy a walk. But everyone, four-legs or two-legs, Has days when they don’t feel too bright; You … Continue reading →

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In focus ~ one from the archives

Posted on October 20, 2019 by Sue Vincent

My son gave me a pink stress ball . An entirely appropriate gift from him…  The gel-like stuff is translucent, textured like an orange and looks almost edible. I admit it has a certain addictive quality as I sit and … Continue reading →

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Eyes as big as saucers…

Posted on September 9, 2019 by Sue Vincent

Walking through the damp woods, the paw prints in the mud looked huge. “Ah,” would say my Grandad, nodding sagely, “that will be the barguest.” He would tell me bloodcurdling tales of the great, black dog with flaming eyes… tales … Continue reading →

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The small dog suffers …

Posted on August 30, 2019 by Sue Vincent

I tap away, I’m in full flow when, from her perch beside me, The small dog reaches out a paw and touches me to chide me. “Do you not love me any more? Perhaps you can’t abide me? Oh, writer … Continue reading →

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Be careful what you wish for…

Posted on August 11, 2019 by Sue Vincent

They promised storms and wind and rain… But sun was blazing once again. No gales to threaten fence or tree Or make air breathable for me. I hoped it would be fresh and cool But in the dawn, stood, like … Continue reading →

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Doughnuts #YorkshireDay

Posted on August 1, 2019 by Sue Vincent

In honour of Yorkshire Day… I shall tell thee a tale o’ when I were a lass And came nobbut as ‘igh as tha knee When t’owd Yorkist Range were black-leaded and ‘ot And Great Granny were baking fer tea. … Continue reading →

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The Yorkshireman’s Coat of Arms… #YorkshireDay

Posted on August 1, 2019 by Sue Vincent

Today is Yorkshire Day. Being born and bred in that county, I feel it only right to mention the fact… and to share a little of the old lore, taught to me by my great grandparents  many years ago. Great … Continue reading →

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