Day 140
What am I doing not being on the radio on a Friday morning? I have done two unscheduled shows already this week, because of technological problems elsewhere, so I decided… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
What am I doing not being on the radio on a Friday morning? I have done two unscheduled shows already this week, because of technological problems elsewhere, so I decided… Continue Reading
I am very late today. Technology has conspired against me. Last night, I couldn’t sleep, so I stuck the past few days’ blogs into my journal. I went out into… Continue Reading
For the first time this year, which still seems new but is anything but, I put on my shorts to go for my walk yesterday. For once, I carried on… Continue Reading
There are juvenile thrushes in the trees. They scream continuously and are scaring the older cat who likes to come down to the bottom of the garden to drink out… Continue Reading
Yesterday was an odd day. I felt totally lethargic for most of it, even wrote a poem about how the greyness seemed to be sucking the life out of me…. Continue Reading
In the end, Ukraine won Eurovision by a wide margin. After the jury votes, it seemed touch and go, but in the end the result was the one we had… Continue Reading
Last night, I went to bed thinking about Aggie and how things might progress from yesterday’s chapter. Interestingly enough, although I have, in the past, dreamed whole long chapters of… Continue Reading
When I got back home late yesterday afternoon, it felt like I’d been away for 30 days not 30 hours. Seriously exhausted, stomach not right, I couldn’t wait until the… Continue Reading
London. Early morning. An aeroplane overhead every couple of minutes. I do remember it being like this, when I did this regularly every other month, being away from home overnight… Continue Reading
Off to London later. It will be my first in-person board meeting for 26 months to the date. It’s difficult to understand where those 26 months have gone, because it… Continue Reading