Author Archives: WeeKeef

Bawbag

Six years ago today the Pater made his last, grand entrance, blown into the crematorium on the shoulders of four sturdy but bedraggled pall bearers, amid a flurry of horizontal rain, hail, wind and leaves. How those men didn’t drop … Continue reading

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The fruit bowl of shame

Our fruit bowl is a disgrace. I mean, it’s not filthy, or disreputable or anything. In fact, it’s rather a nice one – light wood, large, deep. It should hold plenty of fruit. But it doesn’t. Somewhere in the past … Continue reading

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Cross 

One of my very earliest memories dates back to Friday 4th September 1964. I was five years old and just about to start school but on that day I was sitting, helping the Mater shell peas for lunch. And on … Continue reading

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This bird has flown

On the tenth of August 1988, just after 3.25 in the afternoon, a nice lady in a nurse’s uniform handed me a teeny bundle which turned out to be Boy 1 (of 3). Much the same thing happened in the … Continue reading

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Don’t you wish your boyfriend was large like me?

Like Margaret Thatcher before me I am a big fan of Marks and Spencer when it comes to underwear. It’s especially gratifying when one finds the perfect pant and I’ve tried buying up all stocks of a particular style as … Continue reading

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