This odd story came out of the blue.

We did have two coackroach experiences.

In Perth WA, dining outdoors at friends in the early eaving under a pergola, a cockroach dropped onto Margaret’s food plate.

Whoopee!

In Melbourne, in a fancy restaunt, a cockroach scuttle up the wall and stopped just above my head. A waiter came with paper napkin and ‘removed’ it.

Crunch!

As in recent times I used Perplexity AI to inform my writing but only for the facts, these are my own words you are reading.

I hope this snippet piece amuses and informs.

Thank you for reading me.

This is a memory dump tale, a collection of snippets from my time living in Arden, an SSHA slum clearance project where hundreds of tenements were thrown up with shoddy workmanship to a flawed design. (More of this can be read in my story called “Moving On”.)

The core tale is about a Winter Walk out to ‘The Dams’, our local name for the reservoirs which served the Gorbals Water Works.

These reservoirs still exist and like six decades ago, they contain wild brown trout. In theory fishing is prohibited but back then this ban was not enforced.

On that long ago winter’s afternoon, I would come close to death.

Read on........!

As before I have self-edited using the Read Aloud feature in Microsoft Word. If you spot errors, please make you best jugement as to my intended meaning and read on.

Thank you for reading my stories.

This is a memory fragment which we often talk about, particulary the day we moved to Westbourne Drive.

Susie was a lovely, affectionate cat. We still miss her.

As a wee boy, we briefly had a Roller Canary. My father’s older broher, Uncle Bonnie (real name William), bred canaries for a while and gifted us one. My Mum was scared of him and when she was cleaning Rusty’s cage, he escaped and flew out through the window. When I was a teenager, my father told me Rusty would not have survived as he was not a wild bird.

There is another story which features two budgies offered to us as a gift. Here is the link:

https://www.thebuzzinbee.co.uk/updates/2019/10/american-cream-soda-2500-words-100-minute-read/

The first version of this mini-treatise was tapped out on my iPad while sitting on our veranda in Tenerife during a recent winter sun break.

It began with a morning chorus of the birds in our garden and expanded to uncover a few new surpises.

Ah, Tenerife, ‘The Island of Eternal Spring’ is indeed full of suprises.

The images were provided ‘royalty free’ from the Internet. Much of the other information came from Google.

This final version was self-edited using the ‘Read Aloud in ‘Microsoft Word’.

Please forgive typos etc.

If you spot any, please make your own judgement as to meaning and read on. Thanks.

This is another tale tapped on my iPad on the veranda in Mallorca last month.

It is a memory of my 14 year old self at a BB Camp in 1962, a mere 62 years ago.

Jump in your Tradis and join me.