More than he wished for.


I haven’t written about Cheam, my boyhood location, for some time. And then on Guy Fawkes night I remembered the following story, told me by my father. Once again, I forgot to ask about details during his life, so have filled in the missing bits with my story-telling technique. The main protagonists are my father,Continue reading “More than he wished for.”

Chaos as a way of life. Part 3.


Destruction has started. The guys destroying my house said they have never seen worse woodworm. It’s a good job I hadn’t believed the surveyor’s opinion. But the worst was soon over and we were left with a huge hole where the floor had been. The muck of decades was removed – everyone who had workedContinue reading “Chaos as a way of life. Part 3.”

Start slowly and let the chaos linger.


The day has come to empty the bottom of the house, and thus facilitate the floorboard removal. More boards are wobbling and the kitchen tiles cracking at an unprecedented rate. The little munchers have done their worst. Rentokil assure me the munchers are dead. I’m sure they are right, but the floorboards are so weakenedContinue reading “Start slowly and let the chaos linger.”