Cathy Cade's Blog: Writing Wrinkles, page 11

The Steady Drip of Disaster

You can’t escape a dripping tap in a small flat. Mine has been dripping for almost two weeks. It started quite suddenly and soon turned from a drip to a drizzle. I found that if I ran the hot water until the tap felt hot to touch, the dripping stopped. For a while. I then … Continue reading The Steady Drip of Disaster

Rhymers Rejoice!

I am pleased to alert fellow rhymers to a welcome opportunity. Those who follow my blog may recall that I occasionally stray into the realms of rhyme. I freely admit that I haven’t got the hang of blank verse. I am more of a puzzler than a poet, and enjoy the challenge of rhyming. But … Continue reading Rhymers Rejoice!

Quarts into Pint Pots.

(Sorry, but a metric translation just doesn’t sound right.) I am currently trying to fit belongings from two homes into one very small one. Formerly, my practice when I haven’t worn a garment for some time was to bring it to this occasional residence, and see if I wear it when there is less competition … Continue reading Quarts into Pint Pots.

Mementoes

While downsizing (again) I have come across several items I ought to be throwing away… …but here they still are, taking up space. There are the gardening shoes that were chewed by Pickle as a puppy. Staffies do love to chew. (Pickle died during lockdown at the grand old age of seventeen.) Chewed or not, … Continue reading Mementoes

Wordcounting, and other edits

Here’s one I prepared earlier. (A reblog, because I’ve been busy moving home.) I like editing. Back in the days when most of my writing output was instruction leaflets for library resources, I enjoyed re-organising paragraphs and sections to hold back information until the student needed it, rather than pre-loading with explanations they didn’t need … Continue reading Wordcounting, and other edits

Wobbly Walking – an update

Following my blog post last year about ways of walking that helped my hip pain (or not) I thought it was time for an update for those readers comparing experiences. I’ve not had another x-ray since last year’s, but as I am in the process of changing health authorities this isn’t the time to push … Continue reading Wobbly Walking – an update

Droning On

A story poem about fly-tipping, penned to a writing group prompt, and only slightly adjusted to fit with a photograph I had available. Droning On Bank holiday Monday has come and it's passed.Bin lorry workers are on overtime.The recycling centre is filling up fastand reports of fly-tipping are backed up online. Billy comes in late, … Continue reading Droning On

The Nature of Life

I wasn’t sober when I started this post. After an afternoon with my offspring when I drank too much – because I could and haven’t for a long time – and a short doze to sleep it off, I turned on the TV to a videomontage of England past with commentary by Sir John Betjeman, … Continue reading The Nature of Life

Best Friends, Part 2

Damned dog! ‘Mrs Osborne, can we have a look in that bag?’Constable Dawkins took the paper to the sergeant, pointing out what had caught his attention.Sergeant Eskin read out, ‘CafeConnect – wasn’t that a chain of internet cafés?’The constable came to take the bag from her hands. ‘There’s still one in town, back of the … Continue reading Best Friends, Part 2

Best Friends, Part 1

Here’s one I made earlier… First published in Scribble No.81 (20th anniversary edition) Spring 2019. Meg held the car door open for Barney to jump out. The terrier scampered to the porch and looked back at her with his tail quivering.She tried not to notice the arm-waving from next door, but Carla’s poppy-red gardening apron … Continue reading Best Friends, Part 1