About three weeks ago I was walking my Jack Russell as usual on the Green near our house and I noticed a crow hopping about the field. There had been quite a few crows about the field this year, with at least two couples producing offspring.
This crow stood out as it appeared to have no tail feathers. I proceeded to watch it from a distance, and it became clear that it couldnít fly. I continued to see the crow, and usually another pair with it or nearby. I presumed they were its
A few weeks ago, my Boss came and asked me if I would like to change my role in the organisation. Iíve been a Literacy Programme Manager for a few years, but recently, with the insecurity in the Public Sector, I have studied Maths in order to give myself another iron in the fire.
So, as I did the L3 exam through my organisation, this has been noted.
As an incentive I was offered the chance this year to study for a L5 Maths Subject Specific Qualification at Warwick University.
When we moved into our house, we discovered to our delight that the close Ė a dead end road with no through traffic - had quite a community of old folks living in it. It was very friendly, and, as my wife and I donít drive, we would regularly see the other residents wandering round to the shops or walking the dogs. We soon got to know all of them, in particular Old Frank who lived over the road.
He was an irascible, bluff character who had served in the Fleet Air Arm in WW2. He would
The ones coming to the end of their careers I mean. Not the quiet ones that we all have to watch.
Yes it was a funny day today Ė I wonít say weird as it didnít have any supernatural content, in the strictest sense of the word. It was funny watching the unfolding of a last day after watching the unfolding of the last six months.
It happened that my colleague, who sat opposite me all year, decided to take voluntary redundancy in order to enjoy her horse riding and all
A Kestrel for a Knave by Barry Hines
I posted this in the book review section, but on re-reading it, I though it was perhaps as much about my experience as the book and film. It is cetainly relevant to an Uncle of mine.
A Kestrel for a Knave was written by Barry Hines; a writer who originates from a South Yorkshire mining village. It is based upon the stories and events that Hines came across through his childhood in the 1950s and 60s.
Billy Caspar is a lad