Years ago, I worked in a school where the secretary kept a box with pens, glue, scissors etc; it was labelled stationary box because it was not to be moved from her desk under any circumstances. My father had taught me that stationery was what was sold by the stationer (the -er- matches) so I understood the joke.
Today when I got home, I checked the till receipt. Now I am wondering whether the parcel will ever arrive; I think I bought an envelope that is going nowhere: 
Recently I don’t manage to update the blog as often as I would like, although I do try to write at least one post a week. The problem is, of course, that I am doing many other things as well.
Continue reading “summing up”
The local pub has scaffolding up and their noticeboard invites customers to “bare with us” while external decoration is undertaken. 
I went for a walk the other evening and found my path blocked by a tree. 
Continue reading “timber!”
After several days of glorious summer, the solid rain that woke me early this morning reminds me that “bad governments bring bad weather” and here in the UK it’s the day to head to the polling station.
On 22-25 May voters in the EU’s 28 member states will elect their representatives in Europe. Their choices will affect 500 million EU citizens.
The futures of 500 million people is a big responsibility; under our current system it is also a shared responsibility. I wasn’t really thinking of the bigger picture when I sent off my postal vote a few days ago; now I rather hope some of those voters in other countries are thinking more about me than I did about them.
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