life is a parable

Our driveway has a pair of wrought iron gates which, like many others in our street, are rarely closed.

He was in the process of retrieving some things he’d stored in our garage and had come across a few large items draped in old blankets.

Have you felt the fear? Even though it’s only been around for a few years, I bet you have.

Some years ago, we were given a very expensive bottle of Champagne. It looked the part too - posh bottle, gilt labels and an enviable name tag.

Having been a professional property valuer, I understand how it is done; it is based mainly on comparisons and scarcity.

I was hiking the high moors with my canine companion, when the unthinkable happened: the soles began to come away on my walking boots.

I love natural geography. So, when I spotted a new book on it was soon to be published, I dropped a hint in the run up to Christmas and, amazingly, a copy arrived from Santa.

Once again, I hacked my way through the lengthening grass with my ageing lawnmower. It was hard work going back and forth over the same areas until it resembled something like a decent finish.