The Favourite
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Voice
A few weeks ago I had laryngitis and lost my voice completely for a few days. Obviously I couldn’t go to work but unfortunately I couldn’t do much else. I felt rotten and isolated and powerless. I couldn’t pick up the phone and talk to anyone and when on the third day I tried to […]Read Post ›
A very old piece.
Written In 1969Spot the spelling mistakes. I’ve put this in because it shows such a different way of life. Who remembers Marjorie Proops?
Teapot
Arcadia. The countryside. Horses. Pink. Wooden barns. None of these symbols of joy have ever had much meaning for me. Yet this is one of my most treasured objects. It came as part of a large tea and coffee service most of which I still have, but this teapot is what I have used the […]Read Post ›
Good morning, good yawning –
via Good morning, good yawning –
The Umayyad Mosque of Damascus
I have been thinking a lot about Syria recently, especially in the light of Poland refusing to accept Syrian refugees – or any others for that matter. How is that possible? where the Polish diaspora is all over the world, her refugees and displaced persons – as they were known at the time- having been […]Read Post ›
Paris May 2018
Our 39th wedding anniversary. We were staying in the Marais in a trendy young persons’ hotel, the Hotel Georgette, as opposed to our usual hotel Sunny, all shiny white paint and graffiti knowingly placed on the walls; op art pictures covering the bar/breakfast room, jolly perpex statues welcoming us in; – a sight for sore […]Read Post ›
Damascus 3 – in the street
Damascus 2
Immediately after taking our bearings we decided to go to the Souk Al Hamidya on the edge of the city. Jacek tends to avoid markets because of the crowds, but he agreed to go with me. And was very glad he did! I am sure what will follow is very cliched but that is how […]Read Post ›
Feather
Today the 11th of July is Andrzej Chodelski’s birthday. Who is he, you may ask. Indeed, I am surprised that I remember his birthday. I haven’t seen him since my 21st in 1974, and when I last got in touch with him after I had written a previous blog mentioning him he could not remember […]Read Post ›
Life Through Basia's Eyes 