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The president and the slave trader
This morning, Sunday morning, for the first time in my life, I sat in bed with my laptop and watched a 40 minute video. It was emotional watching. There were tears. (I know, the tears thing – it’s becoming a … Continue reading
Baby, you’re out of time*
One minute I’m thinking, gosh, what a good and faithful reconstruction of the fashions and language and décor of 1963. The next, there’s a slip in the fabric of time. A man speaks. A twenty-first century expression in a 1960s … Continue reading
Amazing Grace – the flip side
I’d been back from hospital just twenty-four hours when a programme on television reduced me to tears. I suspect if it had been longer since my sawbones’s attentions I would still have been touched. But probably not enough to end … Continue reading
The Dark Triad and Me. And You
This post has been resting, in draft form, since 2015. I wrote it in response to a WordPress challenge but was too much of a coward to click publish. Then, just this week I saw the ‘Dark Triad’ mentioned in … Continue reading
The yellow of austerity – and a purple fuzzy cushion (with a button in the middle)
Have you noticed anything about the grass verges and hedgerows? It might depend on where in the UK you are – and whether your council has seen swingeing cuts under the government’s austerity programme or not – but there’s something … Continue reading
Balls. Or, to be more specific, men with balls
Groan. Not another feisty feminist-y thing, do I hear you sigh? Well, no, it isn’t. Hold on a minute and all will become clear. Well, clearer. And, please, stick it out to the end, it’s really, really not all about … Continue reading
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