A Lost Rosary & Two Angels
I may seem to have a particular interest in angels, though I hadn’t realised until I started to include them in the blog that this was so. I do not set out to offend anyone, so if my take on them, and indeed on all matters religious, is seemingly lighthearted to...
A Series of Little Encounters of the Tyred Kind
I think I had a series of angelic encounters a short while ago, starting at a motorway service station. Which is, if you think about it, the sort of place where angels would consider it very important to hang around, in order to look after careless and unthinking...
Close Encounters of the Third Age Kind – Part 3
I found myself enjoying writing up little incidents under this basic title over several years. It seems good to share them, hopefully without anyone trying to work out if I’ve got the arithmetic right about when each one came about. These two, each in a different way,...
Close Encounters of the Third Age Kind – Part 2
Now I would like to fast forward again and look at some of the things that happened when I retired—sort of—in 1997 at the age of 60. By that time, five years into widowhood after the death of my husband Ken, my son Rupert was away at university studying Electronic...