Tag Archives: old age

The Pensioner, the Urn, & the Number 99 Bus

Posted on January 6, 2016 by Sheila N

Some short futuristic fiction to round off the season The Pensioner, the Urn, & the Number 99 Bus My list specifies Mr McNeely – Mr McNoFeely, she called him – but a footnote from our Deborah says that he retired … Continue reading →

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Think of a Beatles Tune: a Poetic Blog

Posted on August 14, 2015 by Sheila N

Age, like that bus you so desperately needed to catch, just doesn’t hang about. So much love poetry, so little time. And so few celebrating when the hands which hold are both wrinkled, and have age spots, and not tattoos. … Continue reading →

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The Last Leaf’s Youngest Daughter

Posted on January 25, 2015 by Sheila N

“There is no love without loss.” There are two old men in my life. One of them is a rodent. Of all the relationships which hid the skids when I lost it, the one between myself and my father is … Continue reading →

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The Joy of Creatures

Posted on November 29, 2014 by Sheila N

I am writing this blog with a head full of bird seed, and cardboard. Not literally, I’m pleased to add. Whilst I’m mainly thinking about what I want to say about pet ownership, part of me is also wondering: 1) … Continue reading →

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When “Just Getting on With It” Is No Longer Enough

Posted on October 4, 2014 by Sheila N

I’d like to say my proudest moment at an October “Time to Change” event in Durham was when I accidentally swore – twice, it was a bad accident -during a talk in a Methodist church. Oh, and in front of … Continue reading →

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