Monthly Archives: January 2015

A fraud journeys over water, encounters a naked man and brings home some reindeer

Posted on January 30, 2015 by memoirsofahusk

It’s been a bit husk-memoir-lite, lately, this blog, so I thought I’d retrieve a little episode from the 1980s from my mental archives. One I’ve been puzzling over recently, for no particular reason. Here goes … I’m working for an … Continue reading →

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I am not a number. Je suis humaine.

Posted on January 16, 2015 by memoirsofahusk

If you recognise the first part of the title as coming from ‘The Prisoner’, award yourself a silver star! But, be warned, that’s as cheerful as the mood of this post gets. Today I was planning to write something superficial … Continue reading →

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Scents and scent’s ability

Posted on January 9, 2015 by memoirsofahusk

A squeeze, a touch and there it is. A white plastic shrine, four or five inches tall, no more. Two tiny doors that open outwards. Inside, the figure of a slight, wistful-looking woman in blue, hands joined in prayer, standing … Continue reading →

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