Day 164
It’s late afternoon, I’ve got Test Match Special on, listening to the fourth day of the test match of England against New Zealand. I have to admit that I had been… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
It’s late afternoon, I’ve got Test Match Special on, listening to the fourth day of the test match of England against New Zealand. I have to admit that I had been… Continue Reading
It doesn’t do to question the wisdom or usefulness of this public journalling, even with its self-censorship, to spend time thinking about if anyone is actually reading it or absorbing… Continue Reading
M and I watched Le Week-End last night, which (spoiler alert) despite its hopeful ending (and great acting) left me feeling a little deflated. Maybe that was in part due to… Continue Reading
M really dislikes it when I say the damp gets into my bones. But this morning, my back is aching, my joints are stiff, and I’ve been awake on and… Continue Reading
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
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
Originally about the end of the cricket season, Season’s Close is also about the ending of any era, with the hope that the good times will be back before… Continue Reading
Summer always comes to its end Too quickly, too soon, and Regrets are too easily dwelt on, And sadness inevitable, after these Days of joy and fear, and the Bonds… Continue Reading
All night he’s fought the urge to call her, to hear her voice, to go to her, to lose himself in her arms. Now, out in the middle, on the… Continue Reading
I’ve been too busy with real life to blog about this wonderful election campaign for a few days, which may or may not be a good thing. Only you can… Continue Reading