Day 207
Let’s start the day the right way round for once. The last few days I’ve been going to bed and getting up again, and staying up much too late. I’ve… Continue Reading
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
Day 205
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
Day 204
BAG OF WORRIES My bag of worries is still under my pillow when I wake up after a night of solid sleep but quicksand dreams. It rattles with the bones… Continue Reading
Day 203
BICYCLES IN UKRAINE Bicyles to freedom Pulled by white flags and The passion for life. It’s a picture but it’s The truth, and it moves – To avoid the bullets… Continue Reading
Day 202
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
Day 201
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
Day 200
Two weeks since we got back from Agios Nikolaos. Which means we’ve been back for as long as were there. The attraction hasn’t faded, and probably never will. I am… Continue Reading
Day 199
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
Day 198
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