It’s been a beautiful day and, for once, I’ve spent very little time at my computer.
It’s the local folk festival this weekend and there has been music and a general festive air throughout the town. At the end of the road, groups played Led Zeppelin and David Bowie covers, neither of which count as folk to me, though I admit I enjoyed them rather more than I did the Morris dancing. Continue reading “running late”
I came across some old photos yesterday, which is just as well, as my mind is a blank and at least they give me something to post.I have been meaning to write this post since yesterday morning and the few thoughts I’ve had are rubbish. Continue reading “blank”
The lady in the photo is, of course, Europa. She’s sitting outside Madrid’s main airport, clearly enjoying the sunshine. She gives me an excuse to revisit a poem-in-progress – The three body problem – from which this phrase is taken:
[…] You’ll find persuasion – just
a little gentle bull – can found a continent
of opportunity. […]
It probably helps if the gentle bull is ruler of the gods on Mount Olympus.
This week I had to fill in a form to register for a new doctor. Last time I registered was when I returned to the UK after 25 years living abroad; that was a fairly painless process, the only confusion being when they asked for my National Health number and I gave one in a format that they stopped using last century.
This time, although I had the right format number, I had to fill in a ten page questionnaire with all sorts of slightly bizarre questions. The one that caught my attention most was:
If someone cares for you, what is their name and telephone number?
Many years ago I used to regularly read the Peanuts cartoon in the Sunday colour supplement; occasionally, I would cut one out and put it with other bits and pieces in a scrapbook. I remember the last panel of one of these cartoons showing a fairly despondent Snoopy saying, “Thomas Wolfe was right: you can’t go home again.” Continue reading “going home”