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
Day 258
Another fragmentary. This year’s blog now has over 266k words. Quite remarkable. I really didn’t think it would accumulate words so quickly and massively. Just goes to show how many… Continue Reading
Day 257
cupping the body the land stretched out an atlas to her fingers ley lines running every way which she can trace and understand the signal blocked here there and there… Continue Reading
Day 256
funereal procedures protocols rituals protests placards arrests public grief private secrets practiced masks peaceful objections criminalised orders servants uniforms divine proclamation tyranny subservience assumed required rising against rites worship imposed… Continue Reading
Day 255
freedom an illusion we are free free to think to speak to do to go where we want to travel without hindrance to use words in any combination to make… Continue Reading
Day 254
Late to bed last night, too late, as usual, when A is working a late shift. I can’t get into the habit of going to bed as soon as she… Continue Reading
Day 253
the golden thread history is not written by the vanquished nor the suppressed nor the poor a web woven around a single thread of passing time measured obscurely when did… Continue Reading
Day 252
A perspective. On average, about 2,000 people die in the UK every day. Yesterday, the Queen was one of them. Of course, when someone who has been at the centre… Continue Reading