Archive for month: February, 2014

On frogs and flags

24 February, 2014 (15:39) | All articles | By: Stuart Fraser

It is possible that Spring may be arriving. My first words each morning are howled from beneath the duvet at the symphonic trill of the dawn chorus: “Shut up!” And on my early rounds of Fraser Towers today, I discovered froggy passion being consummated in our pond. I did feel sorry for the frogs. Their […]

The gateway to terror

17 February, 2014 (16:48) | All articles | By: Stuart Fraser

I had been anxious for several hours. It had been a good day. Productive work; kids had a day out with uncle and aunt at the zoo; pleasant meal hearing all about it; family game of charades in front of the fire; then the boys took themselves off to bed. Management had not pointed out […]

A la recherche d’underpants perdu

10 February, 2014 (15:23) | All articles | By: Stuart Fraser

Underpants have occupied me this week. One by one, like Napoleon’s exhausted soldiers on the retreat from Moscow, mine have been falling by the wayside. A gusset torn asunder here, frayed elastic there, holes everywhere. The resulting search for serviceable nethertrouserings has been very interesting. Dylan read My Back Pages; Proust rambled on and on […]

Our underwater world

3 February, 2014 (20:30) | All articles | By: Stuart Fraser

If one more person says to me “Oh, but those poor people in Somerset”, I shall do something really terrible, like make that person live in bloody Somerset. Yes, yes, of course, those poor people in Somerset. What an absolute nightmare they are suffering, and who would want to share their underwater world with them? […]