Day 53
When I limped back into the house last night after cricket training, I said to M and A that it really was time to think about retiring because it felt… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
When I limped back into the house last night after cricket training, I said to M and A that it really was time to think about retiring because it felt… Continue Reading
The third named storm in a week. Its change in direction from its two predecessors chases it down our chimney, fills the house with big noise and drafts we didn’t… Continue Reading
L emailed me after yesterday’s post about the internal voice to let me know that it reminded her of the Highly Sensitive Person trait, and sent me a link to… Continue Reading
A very strange dream just now. My parents, two of my daughters, and me at a tube station, waiting. I wander off somewhere when the unexpected announcement comes that the… Continue Reading
I managed to cross the 70k word threshold on The Mortality Code yesterday evening on a day full of non-stop doing (except for household practicalities), so now my head is full… Continue Reading
Dr A, the honourable and wise dentist, says everything’s fine, the pain will settle and go away. He tells me there’s nothing to pay. I question him, tell him he… Continue Reading
Yesterday was a difficult and strange day. I started training with a different cricket club. It was like being 18 again, and starting university. Going somewhere I’d never been before… Continue Reading
The sky is yellow. When I was a boy, I had (and it still is somewhere in a box full of memories) what was a pamphlet or chapbook about, without… Continue Reading
My, now oldest, sister messages me from Australia that I’m overthinking things, and my younger sister up North (I suddenly realise I’m the problematic middle child now) asked me three… Continue Reading
Yesterday was a day of lost ideas again. Words running through my head and veins so constantly they lose their way somewhere. I did write a poem onto paper though,… Continue Reading