Day 277
I’m going to keep this brief today. I got back my histology results on the polyps they took out last week – all benign. A huge relief, I have to… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
I’m going to keep this brief today. I got back my histology results on the polyps they took out last week – all benign. A huge relief, I have to… Continue Reading
It’s the first working day of the month, so my morning has been taken up with reconciling spreadsheets, drafting reports, chasing reports, and focusing on urgent things, since I got… Continue Reading
The day has run away from me again. We stayed up until almost 4 a.m. this morning. A finished work closer to 2, and the three of us just talked… Continue Reading
A newspaper columnist I much admire most of the time, Marina Hyde of The Guardian, has an article in today’s paper plugging her new book (a collection of her past twice-a-week… Continue Reading
The more water I drink, the more dehydrated I seem to become. And I don’t like it. Only quarter to 7pm, and it’s dark already, and a storm is… Continue Reading
One of the weirdest things about yesterday’s procedure was my loss of memory. Or, to be more precise, to have temporarily lost “the ability to create new memories,” which is… Continue Reading
T, a friend of mine who used to be Bumfrey’s producer on BBC Radio Norfolk, posted a lovely picture of a moss-covered tree on her Instagram feed yesterday, and called… Continue Reading
This morning, I’ve been reflecting on how many good people I know. Reflecting in a joyous and thankful way, not a melancholy self-deprecating way. In the past, I have often… Continue Reading
PUZZLES We’re always looking at puzzles The wrong way up, and missing the Obvious answers because our logic Is opposite to the instinct which Answers difficult questions. We had it… Continue Reading
Often, too often, I long back to when things were less complicated, back to when it was just M and me, or even to before that, when it was only… Continue Reading