Day 349
Just back from London. It’s 23:15. Strategic error – wearing a pair of new boots that I’d bought 5 years ago but only worn once, and that M took a… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Just back from London. It’s 23:15. Strategic error – wearing a pair of new boots that I’d bought 5 years ago but only worn once, and that M took a… Continue Reading
So I’ve locked my twitter account, and will focus mainly on doing updates on Mastodon. Musk’s right-wing postings and lies about covid-19 scientists, and his short-notice dissolution of twitter’s Trust… Continue Reading
Today has been too full. At work, report after report of death, misery, and need. December is the fullest monthof this, historically, but this one, and this day, has been… Continue Reading
When I woke up this morning after about three hours sleep (A had a late shift last night that over-ran, and I didn’t get to bed till about 3, and… Continue Reading
Yesterday, M and I were shivering upstairs in the house while we were working (this house is odd that way; it’s warmer downstairs than upstairs), so I ordered the two… Continue Reading
Someone has stolen half the hours at least that I’ve been awake for today. I was up at 8 (I needed a lie-in after yesterday) full, of good intentions. And… Continue Reading
On the go since 06:50. It’s now 21:15, and I’ve just got back from my walk (a short one tonight, in the perishing cold; should have worn more than two… Continue Reading
O asked the other day if we had a chessboard/chess set. We have several, but probably still buried in all the boxes that we haven’t yet unpacked from the move… Continue Reading
Thirty-one days left in the year. Thirty-one days to finish Aggie. Time is speeding up again. I did write two off-line chapters earlier, a touch longer than the ones I’ve… Continue Reading
ANGLIA SQUARE The irony of the undertaker called Stork, The slide of the street into the city, The Square under the flyover That’s not a square, and where the Buses… Continue Reading