To be brave?
How brave are you? I mean, on a scale of 1 – 10 how easy would you find it to: – be admitted to hospital for an operation spend an evening with strangers make a speech at short notice go … Continue reading To be brave?
Category: Hope
Slowly, then all at once
Lately, to add to my other foibles, I’ve been staring at trees. I’ve always been a bit of a tree freak but in these STRANGE TIMES (sorry), I’m becoming a bit obsessed (in my defence, I am shielding, but not … Continue reading Slowly, then all at once
A Trusting Place
The ‘Egg Station’, with its one pack of gorgeous eggs, was literally in the middle of nowhere. Down a lane, behind the church where two footpaths crossed… Continue reading A Trusting Place
Looking the part
I read somewhere that there’s been a dramatic increase in the sale of eye make-up since Covid, and a decrease in sales of lipstick. I wear both and haven’t changed much, though I wear less lipstick. Reusing a lip stick-smudged … Continue reading Looking the part
Lifting the heart on a grey day
I don’t know what it is about daffodils but they’re such HAPPY flowers. The colour of a smile. Not that yellow is the actual colour of a smile (unless you have bad teeth) but it should be. I’m not going … Continue reading Lifting the heart on a grey day
Mud and compost, Sussex-style
I found out the other day that there are over thirty words for mud in Sussex. Although the local dialect is rarely used now, some of these beautifully descriptive words still occasionally pop up. And these were all behind my … Continue reading Mud and compost, Sussex-style
Making Sense
Does that make sense? I say this a lot, with various responses depending on the context: at work (usually a nod – thank goodness), at home (Yep – they know me), to friends (Absolutely! Bless them.) I can’t always hear … Continue reading Making Sense
Christmas lights
I’ve always wanted twinkly trees but in London we didn’t have trees to twink. So when we moved to this house in Sussex, the fruit trees by the front door filled me with quiet joy. At Christmas, we would have … Continue reading Christmas lights
Look up
Dad loved Christmas. His eyes would go all shiny and bright as he recounted stories of his youth, how he and his brothers would choose a Christmas tree, cut it down and drag it home by sledge through the snow. … Continue reading Look up
To sleep, perchance to dream…
Do you ever have a night where it feels as if you don’t actually sleep at all? You’re exhausted and desperate to slide into the pool of oblivion but instead, you lie rigid, brain fizzing, eyes popping, muscles poised to … Continue reading To sleep, perchance to dream…
