When I left the house in Spain, I had to pack up all my books and put them in storage. I don’t know how many there were but, around twenty years earlier, fifteen boxfuls had followed me from the UK to Madrid. I’ve never been one for reading and abandoning a book, so in the intervening period the number may well have doubled. Perhaps one day I’ll be re-united with them.
Since arriving back in the UK, I’ve tried to be reasonable about acquiring more as I simply don’t have the space. But for some reason, I like to own what I have read and my few bookcases are full to capacity. Continue reading “dirty habits”
The days after Christmas are always a good time for clearing up and throwing things out, ready to welcome the New Year into a clean and tidy house. In a fit of such domestic enthusiasm last week, I was checking sell-by dates and clearing out dangerous and suspect items from the kitchen when I came across this:The chillies were clearly past their best, but as I went to toss them aside, I noticed the date: September 9th – with no year specified. Continue reading “discoveries”
I’ve mentioned before the effect certain blue birds have on me: how they raise my spirits and how, for the (usually brief) moments that they are visible, I forget to do anything other than stand and stare.
This week, though, a jay has visited the vine regularly – I guess the grapes must be just about ripe – so I’ve had my camera to hand on my desk ready for when he appears.
a jay visits the vine;
high above, cirrus
whisper of autumn
Normally, even if the camera is easily found, opening windows or doors startles any wildlife away before I can get a picture. But after the recent cleaning binge, I was able to take this photo through the window.
inside and out:
how bright the world looks!
Even so, if this is the best I can do, I think next time I’d better leave the bird photography to the experts and settle for recording the image in my memory rather than on my camera’s memory card.
Yesterday’s post touched on domesticity and cleaning, so I think this is as good a time as any to post this poem.
is a messy eater. Each morning
I find tell-tale crisp crumbs
between its square white teeth
cracker fragments and
the improbably orange powder
of industrial snacks.
sat atop a take-out pizza box
and olive stones have never yet
upset its equilibrium.
to the desk by coffee rings
and gin-and-tonic lemon juice
has glued the disc drive shut.
a paper towel and I will wipe
that smear of melted chocolate
from the space bar lip.
Remember: Don’t confuse the narrator with the writer. You may have seen the photo of a dreadfully dirty keyboard the other day, but you should not assume that this poem is in any way based on real life!!