Day 268
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
Day 267
Today’s been very busy and, in parts, ailed. And it’s late now, so just a few lines to keep my promise to myself. M and I have been busy rearranging… Continue Reading
Day 266
If I woke this morning asking myself what I would write today, that question was painfully answered at about 11:20 when I was sitting at my desk, dealing with work… Continue Reading
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
Day 264
Speaking of handwriting, as I was yesterday, I have today finally started Book IV of this year’s journal, which is about right, as there’s just over a quarter of the… Continue Reading
Day 263
Back to normal again today, finally, at least on the radio. I decided it was fine, sitting in for Marty, to play some loud sweary stuff, and to play some… Continue Reading
Day 262
THE COUNTRY FALLS The country falls Silent. Christmas Day On a Monday In September. The nation mourns The hundreds of thousands Dead from covid, The excess deaths caused By underfunding… Continue Reading
Day 261
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
Day 260
M and I drove down to South Norfolk today to see L&F who are over from Belgium with their 10-week-old daughter, B. Cue broodiness, from me, as always when babies… Continue Reading
Day 259
our heat our heat escapes us so quickly here the gone the ice returns and burns instead a contradiction like everything and we say life wasn’t meant to be easy… Continue Reading