Day 97
THE RITES OF SPRING Counting spiders instead of bombs In unknown cellars distracts Children from death, like toys Distract from nightmares. What If eyes don’t close until bombs Outnumber the… Continue Reading
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Day 96
Night sweats. Weird dreams. Imagining something’s happened which hasn’t actually happened yet. I pondered any number of ways to start this morning. Instead, I have another fragmentary. Or because. As… Continue Reading
Day 95
M agreed yesterday to give me a Number 1 haircut (that’s very short, by the way). I had started to feel the weight of my long (for me) hair for… Continue Reading
Day 94
For the first time in some years, I have not wanted a holiday to end. As A said to me in the car last night when I picked her up… Continue Reading
Day 93
When I got up, I stood in the garden and toyed with the idea of just writing self-censored four hundred times and leaving it at that, and giving Aggie a rest…. Continue Reading
Day 92
Interesting stat – less people read my polemic than read my retelling of my life. That either means I’m a dreadful politician and a wonderful person, or that I write… Continue Reading
Day 90
One of the reasons Bregman says to stay away from the news is that it only ever focuses on the extraordinary and the awful rather than the mundane and normal,… Continue Reading
Day 89
When I was walking back from my very intense acupuncture session yesterday, an old song came into my mind that I’ve not hummed for an absolute age, and that I… Continue Reading
Day 88
Maybe being on holiday is a good thing, after all. I did nothing yesterday except fix the crackle on my mixer (thanks, Marty, for some brilliant ideas from an electrical… Continue Reading
Day 87
Maybe I shouldn’t have gone for a 3-mile walk yesterday afternoon, maybe I shouldn’t have gone against my superstitions and mentioned my stretches yesterday morning, maybe I shouldn’t have bent… Continue Reading