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Thirty years ago my stepfather died very suddenly. He was sixty one. 14 years later my mother followed him. In this photo they are in front of Sheffield City Hall just after my graduation in 1976. He is forty five. My mother is 47. He is the slimmest he’s ever been. That day was one […]Read Post ›

Mallorca. Again.

Our plane was delayed. We had sat in it for an hour before it moved off. Then it did. Fast. Up and down. Too much turbulence for me. We were in business class. I was looking forward to my delicious meal. Instead we got something they called afternoon tea. But no tea. Little stale sandwiches. […]Read Post ›

St Nicholas’ day

For the Mhinisteir’s wife Today is the sixth of December. For me the real beginning of the Christmas season. This was the day when good children were given a little present and naughty children a birch rod. One year my mother gave me a rod. It was very small and gilded. Very pretty. But a […]Read Post ›

Lost and found

Universitas Studii Salamanticensis Decluttering is a very modern phenomenon, and one that I actually enjoy, not that anyone who knows me would believe, as I am always surrounded by masses of stuff. Even as I write, I have hardly any room for my elbows. On my right there are sheaves of papers as I am […]Read Post ›

Work Experience

I used to work in a school called Ealing Green. It was closing down for many reasons, but possibly mainly because it was a school for boys and single sex schools were rapidly going out of fashion.  I  had been there for almost seven years – first on general supply  ( the only supply teacher […]Read Post ›

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