My Week
My Week with thanks to the boy in White City who was talking to his phone about Scatterday Monday: Funday Tuesday: Boozeday or Snoozeday Wednesday: Mensday Thursday: Hersday Friday: Myday Saturday: Scatterday Sunday Oneday….
My Week with thanks to the boy in White City who was talking to his phone about Scatterday Monday: Funday Tuesday: Boozeday or Snoozeday Wednesday: Mensday Thursday: Hersday Friday: Myday Saturday: Scatterday Sunday Oneday….
For T When I was at the convent we had these very ancient nuns who had not seen the outside world since before the First World War. One of them, Mother Mary Austen, was particularly ancient and not terribly attractive physically. We were very unkind and spent a lot of time laughing at her, especially […]Read Post ›
Neck. That’s what you think about when you hear the word ‘albatross’, isn’t it? Water, water, everywhere. The Ancient Mariner trying to tell his story. Nor any drop to drink. Maybe this blog is the albatross round my neck as I try to tell my story through your words and ideas. I seem to feel […]Read Post ›
Woodpeckers. I have never seen a woodpecker. It is one of my greatest dreams to see a woodpecker. My son knows this and very kindly lets me know every time he sees one. A cousin of my husband let it be known that he has seen several. Today of all days – rainy, bleary, cold, my […]Read Post ›