Just a head cold
Just a head cold, people say. Most people seem to think that confessing to having a cold is a bit lame. The fashionable disease is the flu.
Prodigious
The creatures of the world debated which of them had most right to the title Prodigious.
Somnambulate
Come somnambulate with me
Through silver-touched night gardens
Where the oil-black stream slips slowly by
And poppies nod by winding paths
Slow night-dark heads in off-beat time.
Mother’s memories – interviewing Mum about her life
Mother’s memories – I’ve started interviewing my mother about her life. She’s been through a lot in her ninety-plus years.
Can’t sleep
Can’t sleep – a poem of despair! And the sound of the peal of bells in Holcot village church, Northamptonshire. Can’t someone switch them off at night?
Advice
Take my advice. Do not under any circumstances decide to start two new websites at more or less the same time.
The pleasures of a morning swim
There’s something glorious about swimming, especially when you’re not in competition and when you have a blessedly free sauna to relax in afterwards.
Adel, YWO and Elin’s Developments
Adel Publishing, the YouWriteOn website and developments with Elin’s Story – also the beginning of my daily photoblog about Gothenburg GBG365
Prometheus
went to see Prometheus yesterday evening. It was … hmm … ‘OK’ I suppose is the best I can do.
