Tag Archives: sons

Fly on the wall

Posted on March 7, 2015 by Sue Vincent

“Leave it where I can find it easily.” This was said with a grin of pure, unholy glee. I duly placed the small, plastic object in a convenient location, knowing full well what he was going to do with it. … Continue reading →

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Notes from a small dog XLIX

Posted on November 21, 2014 by Sue Vincent

I thought I’d better step in today… you’ll get no sense out of her at all. She’s gone all weird. Again. Well yeah… weirder… Sort of… gooey… Don’t ask me why… all I know is it feels a bit like … Continue reading →

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Life cycle

Posted on October 29, 2014 by Sue Vincent

“Do you mind?” Well, yes, actually, I do… choking on a filched Brazil nut from his breakfast is not the most enjoyable of experiences, even if it does serve me right. I splutter an incoherent reply between coughs. “You can … Continue reading →

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As if…

Posted on October 11, 2014 by Sue Vincent

Five o’clock and I’ve been awake for hours, unfortunately, though I remained doggedly in bed with my eyes closed until an hour ago. The dog is not happy. The world is still silent and she would prefer to be sleeping … Continue reading →

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Going down…

Posted on October 10, 2014 by Sue Vincent

I’m watching the weather rather closely today. There are blue skies, a few big, fat clouds and a gentle breeze but it looks like it could rain again at any time. The forecast is not cut and dried and yesterday … Continue reading →

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Toxic crusader

Posted on September 26, 2014 by Sue Vincent

My son was still in bed when I arrived and we established, very early in the morning’s proceedings, that I am still feeling fragile. Largely because I was curled up like the small dog, groaning on the foot of his … Continue reading →

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Almost…

Posted on August 10, 2014 by Sue Vincent

This morning my sons almost jumped from an airplane. But not quite. Not yet. The five a.m. alarm was futile although we could not have taken anything for granted. Local weather conditions vary and it might have been better at … Continue reading →

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The problem with sons…

Posted on August 5, 2014 by Sue Vincent

“What in God’s name made you come up with that idea?” “‘Possum ergo facit,’” my son replies. “‘I can therefore…’” It stands to reason. There are many things Nick cannot do since the attack that changed all our lives. He … Continue reading →

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