St Louis Blues, recorded live at the TTS studio/front room
Kate A. Hardy - writing and other stuff
Welcome to the attic of my mind. Mind the stairs, click the light on and have a rummage around my thoughts on writing, the art of everything second-hand, the natural world, music . . . just about everything. Probably not much about sport.
Friday, 13 February 2026
Wednesday, 11 February 2026
Life of inanimate objects
From the left
'Whoaaaa.'
'You all right?'
'Just ignore him - far too many bottles last night.'
'I know, disgraceful! I mean just look at these two next to me!'
'Hahahahahah - that bit when your wheel fell off . . . hahahah.'
'And then you crushed that bike . . . hahahahahah.'
Thursday, 5 February 2026
While I was slumbering
. . . A good night's sleep - how divine. Something I seem to be getting better at lately, and long may it last, whereas my other 'arf tends to get up at around 4am! and wanders like a gangly ghost around the kitchen in his pyjamas. However, the wandering is, luckily, highly productive. Yesterday, woken by the scent of baking bread, I slipped from the bed and went downstairs to find Sir had made bread and rolls, yogurt, Kiefer and had prepared lentils to soak, while intermittently playing the cello.
I think Mark must have been a baker in some other life, possibly in the Middle Ages as from what I've read, getting up in the middle of the night to do household chores was quite common before returning to attempt to sleep again amongst the various other family members and uninvited insect populations. This he still has to re-master - the re-sleeping bit, at least we don't have the insect population, or not that I'm aware of . . .
Wednesday, 28 January 2026
One of two reasons to use the internet
Friday, 23 January 2026
A tique might look at a lion
Saturday, 17 January 2026
Is he dead yet?
Just saying . . .
Incredible how much pain, conflict, pollution, death to the biosphere, racism, and mistrust of other human beings one person can inflict. Obviously, you can take your pick of who I mights be speaking of . . .
Here's a lovely picture of a magnificent pebble/small shale rock, on its own, not doing any harm, not destroying anything; watching the tide's progress, possibly thinking about how incredibly beautiful the world is.