Yesterday at 9am it was still so dark I was hardly able to see whether the garden was still there or whether it had either disappeared under flood-water or been blown away by the wind. Today, though, at around 8:30am:
Early morning mountains sprawl
pink-blanketed
on the horizon
When I visit my elderly mother we usually spend the evening with the newspaper puzzle page. (A single crossword can distract from many cross words.) It’s the cryptic crossword that we enjoy most and, between us, we often complete it. Yesterday, we attempted the one from the i newspaper, abandoning it with some half dozen clues unanswered. 
The clue was “A free broadcaster?” and the letters we had were:
A _ N _ I _
Continue reading “dictionary delight”
Looking through some old photos, I came across this:**
Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
EDIT: Of course the title should say socket to me. Having posted it with the typo in, though, I shall be honest and leave it “as is.”
When I travel, I still try and keep working, so am pleased that many trains now provide electrical sockets where I can plug in my computer.
The labelling of this one intrigued me, though:
Continue reading “socket it to me”
In case anyone who read Boxing Day (posted on December 26th) might be envious of me enjoying glorious sunshine on an exotic beach, let me clarify that it was an old poem, and, as is usually the case, I am not the narrator.
To clarify further, this is a photo taken from the window of a train I was travelling on yesterday:
Continue reading “from a railway carriage”
don't confuse the narrator 