Even though pandemic regulations don’t allow us to do half the things we might like to do at the moment, I don’t think I can be the only one who’s still finding it hard to find time to do everything that’s on my “to do” list.
I certainly intended to write two blog posts this weekend, as well as preparing several business-related articles and a stack of emails ready for the coming week.
Continue reading “just a thought”
Sometimes it seems you’re stuck in a place or a situation and can’t get out. There don’t seem to be any doors to open onto new possibilities and there don’t seem to be any windows, either, to cast any light on the situation.
It’s all brick walls.
But I was brought up in a London suburb, in an area where all the houses were built of red brick, so bricks remind me of home.
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Years ago, if you wanted a copy of the words of a song, if you were lucky you might find them included on the album cover. If not, you could listen to the song over and over again until you managed to write them all down.
In the first case, back in the days before photocopiers became common, unless you actually owned the album yourself, you still had to copy the words out by hand.
Continue reading “like a circle in a spiral”
There are things that we see and hear that are forgotten in a moment, and other things that stay with us for many, many years.
The things that stick with us can come from any number of different sources and, while some may be profoundly important and shape the way we see life from that moment onwards, others are as trivial as a phrase that continues to echo in memory or a scene from a TV programme that has no relevance to anything at all.
Continue reading “a sense of scale”
It’s been another nasty day, with no sunshine. The rain started early, then turned to sleet and then wet white feathers of snow that whispered against my umbrella and turned immediately to slush under my feet when I walked to the supermarket to get milk.
Despite a brief attempt at settling, the snow was soon superseded by more rain, and now it’s reduced to a mizzling dampness, which is expected to fade to mist or fog later on.
Continue reading “memory of summer”