Day 272
One of the weirdest things about yesterday’s procedure was my loss of memory. Or, to be more precise, to have temporarily lost “the ability to create new memories,” which is… Continue Reading
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Richard Pierce
Day 271
T, a friend of mine who used to be Bumfrey’s producer on BBC Radio Norfolk, posted a lovely picture of a moss-covered tree on her Instagram feed yesterday, and called… Continue Reading
Day 270
This morning, I’ve been reflecting on how many good people I know. Reflecting in a joyous and thankful way, not a melancholy self-deprecating way. In the past, I have often… Continue Reading
Day 269
PUZZLES We’re always looking at puzzles The wrong way up, and missing the Obvious answers because our logic Is opposite to the instinct which Answers difficult questions. We had it… Continue Reading
Day 268
Often, too often, I long back to when things were less complicated, back to when it was just M and me, or even to before that, when it was only… Continue Reading
Day 267
Today’s been very busy and, in parts, ailed. And it’s late now, so just a few lines to keep my promise to myself. M and I have been busy rearranging… Continue Reading
Day 266
If I woke this morning asking myself what I would write today, that question was painfully answered at about 11:20 when I was sitting at my desk, dealing with work… Continue Reading
Day 265
Another hectic day. And I’ve not yet prepared my show for tomorrow. But there are more important things. I’ll just make the show up as I go along. And for… Continue Reading
Day 264
Speaking of handwriting, as I was yesterday, I have today finally started Book IV of this year’s journal, which is about right, as there’s just over a quarter of the… Continue Reading