December Lonely man clutching a bottle for a prop, a friend Rain lashed faces hiding tears, hiding fears of loneliness, of pain of longing for times past Grey days The dark days before the Joy of Christmas Day of days lengthening of tears in seeing loved ones near in flesh or faces smiling in my …
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November Notes 2018 Definitely turning into an increasingly Grumpy Old Woman as Christmas advertising seems to be reaching a crescendo…and it’s not even Bonfire Night as I write this paragraph. The local radio station annoyed me even further with their announcement that after a big Firework Display the next major event would be the Christmas …
Tales from the Basement Inspired by working in a basement sorting and archiving files. To Bob who kindly maintained a remarkable equanimity while working with a somewhat nervy colleague. Contents Shadows Page 7 Cold Memories Page 10 Ghost Writer Page 12 The Web Page 14 Archived Page 16 Who cares? Page 18 Shadows The Archive …
A hog roast accompanied by tasty, colourful salads kick started August. The whole hog arrived in a metal ‘coffin’ like contraption emitting mouthwatering smells. The event was a lovely anniversary party in Offwell which meant I would be likely to bump into some old familiar faces from my Honiton days. I did and it was …
The sleepless nights The bugs that bite Routine in disarray Tempers fray Icy sea No cream teas Lost on the moor Waves pound the shore Swimming pool warm Insects swarm Bathers are bold For the air is cold, cold
July Notes Reminiscent of 1976, the heat is scorching...and I am so glad to be working in the Subterranean Area of the local council offices...which continue to be fun and a great conversation opener with other members of staff! Although I am only a temp member (albeit a long term one) I feel valued and …
June began with the wedding of Alison and Tim and what a glorious day this was. It had everything a dream wedding should have: a smiling bride, a smiling groom, pretty colours, blue skies and sunshine, organist playing the organ for all it was worth, singers bringing tears of emotion to our eyes as their …
Easter joy and hope for the future Oh the sweet sadness of Springs swiftly sliding by Thankful hearts beating to the rhythm of wings Resting in hope in the peace of the evening Endings and beginnings; new paths just emerging Eostre, Easter, Season of Hope
Dementia, demented, slightly mad. Dad continues to be a jumble of memories and glimpses of Dad past and present. Finding pictures for him to look at is now part of daily life and is a great help to him. It is as though his memory box has been shaken up like the snow in a …
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