Day 206
When I checked the word count of this blog yesterday (and I’ve forgotten to say that much of Saturday was taken up with copying and pasting everything that I’d written… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
When I checked the word count of this blog yesterday (and I’ve forgotten to say that much of Saturday was taken up with copying and pasting everything that I’d written… Continue Reading
The wind is blowing any number of leaves round the streets and gardens. The trees are distressed, losing leaves and condition, bowing down in the face of the climate catastrophe…. Continue Reading
During therapy yesterday afternoon, and afterwards, several things coalesced in mind. The first, that I don’t really belong in this world at this time. I am too naïve. I take… Continue Reading
There’s a word in German – labil – which, about a person’s character, means weak or unstable (although I often got the feeling it also meant malleable, although the dictionaries… Continue Reading
It’s 38C in my office, too hot even for me, so I’m sitting in the garden typing this into my phone, just like I did in Agios Nikiolaos. Except I… Continue Reading
While I’ve been sitting on my backside most of the day editing and uploading the last three weeks of Radio Stradbroke podcasts, M has been busy and practical and has… Continue Reading
I wasn’t supposed to wake up until 07:30, but woke at 06:30 and felt wide awake, so I got up and had plenty of time to (sort of) prep my… Continue Reading
Today has been deliberately upside down because I wanted to get lots done before I did my Radio Stradbroke Show this morning, and had lots to do afterwards. Although it… Continue Reading
I’m doing the days upside down again. It’s a mistake to leave this until the evening, because my mind is so tired it feels half asleep. Before now, everywhere I’ve… Continue Reading
The time table for today so far: 05:00 – wake up to go to loo; open garden door for cats; go back to bed. 07:00 – get up; Manuka honey;… Continue Reading