I haven’t written anything for a long time. No time. Busy busy busy. But finally the time came to reset, recharge, rejuvenate. The reason? My husband’s birthday. Last year we went to Lisbon and had a fantastic time. This year we decided to go somewhere new. Not far from Lisbon in fact but very, very […]Read Post ›
It’s that time of year, when I realise that I still have some of last year’s written but not sent Christmas cards in a box somewhere, this year’s unwritten ones in a box in my bag, no stamps, no time, posting deadlines past, the Christmas tree is up but not quite finished, the food shopping […]Read Post ›
One of my readers commented recently on a throwaway remark of mine- fear of war- and I began to think about it more deeply. And this fear is indeed always at the back of my mind, as is my horror of being in prison. So I began to try and think why these two things are […]Read Post ›
Imagine the woman who can fold herself into a suitcase. Lithe, long of limb, lissom, luxurious hair, lovely large eyes. You know the type. Every day when I get dressed I have this vision before me. I grunt as I try to regain my balance as I put on my underwear. I groan as I fumble […]Read Post ›
We came back from Malaga about four weeks ago. Six days of bliss, mainly because we had six unadulterated days of our four month old grandson. Unfortunately I can’t share any pictures of him, but suffice it to say that if I did, the internet would be awash the most gorgeous baby in the world. […]Read Post ›
I found this yesterday. It brought back memories of my cousin Gustaw who died a few weeks ago in Poland. I met him for the first time when I was eleven, in 1965, in Częstochowa, Poland. My father had taken me by car and generally the trip was quite gruelling for me, partly because everyone […]Read Post ›
Today is the tenth anniversary of my father’s death. This photo was taken in 1982. He was a sprightly 63. Kasia was one and a bit. I am showing you this photo because it brings back so many memories. We were living in the flat above my godfather’s accountancy office which he rented out to […]Read Post ›
I can’t remember the last time I put pen to paper, metaphorically anyway, but I promise you I have written many blog posts in my head in the last few months. I have plenty to write about of my own accord, and other people, including family members, have asked me to write about specific things. […]Read Post ›
Happy birthday, Ciocia. Today you would have been 89. Aged about 2, in Lwów. Today’s date will stick in many Londoners minds, because of the London bombings 20 years ago. I remember the day well because I had taken some children on a school trip, and we were supposed to come back to school by […]Read Post ›
I left Sheffield in July 1978 after I finally finished my final teaching practice, and felt that my life was over. Little did I know that it was only just beginning, but I was sad, bereft, and dreading the future. What I really wanted was another gap year, to find myself as they say, but […]Read Post ›
Life Through Basia's Eyes 