I googled ‘lost’. It said – ‘that which has gone and cannot be recovered’. That makes sense, and would apply to these things: – my youth, my cool, my eye sight. When I was young and foolish, I once lost … Continue reading Of losts and founds, friends and strangers…
Last weekend I went to Northampton with about 60 other women and 2 men and made a wonky star. Here it is: – I made it in a pyrotechnics workshop – actually, I think it was called pyrography but pyrotechnics … Continue reading My Wonky Star
“What colour is snow?” The child had topaz coloured eyes and dimpled cheeks like punched dough. “Well,” I looked down at him, puzzled, wondering if the cold had turned his head. Building snowmen on the field with thirty nine and … Continue reading The Colour of Snow
If I’ve said anything random to you lately, I apologise. There’s only a certain number of times you can acceptably say, “Sorry?” or “Pardon?” without being written off as decrepit or deaf. Though I am, it seems, the latter, for … Continue reading Fearfully and wonderfully made
At what point do you stop saying Happy Christmas and start saying Happy New Year? I’m never quite sure. After all, the Twelve Days of Christmas start on Christmas Day so perhaps we shouldn’t say Happy New Year until 5th … Continue reading Happy Old Year and the Little Painted House
I stare at the sign in amusement. Let’s all get home safely? What’s that all about? I know I don’t get out much and I haven’t, thankfully, been on the M1 for a while, but have I missed a sea change in … Continue reading Empty nests and the unnecessary use of signage
