Squidge's Scribbles

Just outside my lounge window, I have a very old winter jasmine bush growing against the kitchen wall. It's dense, about a foot to eight...

 Last October, our cat, Timmy, died.  Since then, we've noticed rather more birds in the garden, and I've strung feeders round the g...

 In just the last week, I've seen pictures of two things that could have come straight from Tilda's world.  The first is this amazin...

When you read the next line, imagine you're playing a trumpet. Pom-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-paaaar! Delighted to let you know that I have publicat...

 I don't usually post book reviews on the Scribbles, cos I never feel I'm very good at them. I do post over on Goodreads, but my rev...

I've realised that I'm perhaps a rare breed - I'm a social writer.  That doesn't mean I like to write in a roomful of people...

 2020. The year no-one expected. The year where the only certainty was uncertainty.  We've been fortunate, Chez Squidge. Of course life ...