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
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
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
I am today mostly bereft of words. A and I are just back from the final match of the cricket season at Stradbroke, and stayed for Presentation Evening afterwards. Seeing… Continue Reading
I occasionally break the rule about all of this blog having to be new writing, but as we move towards the end of what has been a glorious summer in… Continue Reading
Today I actually did things I wanted to do. Had a lie-in. Drove down to Stradbroke (and dropped A at work on the way). Watched the lads play cricket (they… Continue Reading
Oddly, stupidly, weirdly, although I’ve retired from playing cricket, I am still shadow batting and shadow batting in my garden. But something has changed in the last few days. When… Continue Reading
It’s warmish, but the sun hasn’t really been shining today, which does put a bit of a downer on the whole thing, and makes it feel less like summer than… Continue Reading
Last night, after dinner, on our daily walk, an old sports injury in my right foot flared up. It hurt like hell, so when we got back (and I shouldn’t… Continue Reading
It must be quite warm. I’m not wearing any jumpers at all today, although that might change when I go for my walk later. I’ve also closed the blind of… Continue Reading
It’s late afternoon, I’ve got Test Match Special on, listening to the fourth day of the test match of England against New Zealand. I have to admit that I had been… Continue Reading
It doesn’t do to question the wisdom or usefulness of this public journalling, even with its self-censorship, to spend time thinking about if anyone is actually reading it or absorbing… Continue Reading