Category Archives: Thinking, or ranting, or both

Blame and shame – an unhealthy game

Posted on March 30, 2015 by memoirsofahusk

‘I’m sure it all started when I fell off that bus,’ said a friend who’d been diagnosed with a serious cancer of the digestive tract. This was a long time ago. More than twenty five years since. The friend, a … Continue reading →

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The ruder world. Some random thoughts on spring, joy and harsh reality

Posted on March 24, 2015 by memoirsofahusk

Come, luscious spring, come with thy mossy roots, Thy weed-strown banks, young grass, and tender shoots Of woods newly-plashed, sweet smells of opening blooms, Sweet sunny mornings, and right glorious dooms Of happiness, to seek and harbour in, Far from … Continue reading →

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Taking morphine with Martin Amis

Posted on March 11, 2015 by memoirsofahusk

It’s been a rough couple of weeks. And why, I ask myself, did I knowingly introduce Martin Amis into the nightmare? I can only blame it on the drugs. Martin Amis, in case he hasn’t crossed international boundaries of name … Continue reading →

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Posted on February 21, 2015 by memoirsofahusk

Something happened this week that makes blogging seem totally trivial. Bad news from a friend. I won’t share it, there’s enough bad news in the world without me foisting my small part of it on you. But I’m feeling rather … Continue reading →

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No roses. But, ‘I’m ok and everything is going smoothly’

Posted on February 14, 2015 by memoirsofahusk

I just looked in the mirror.  A mistake. I’ve not been up long – given it’s lunchtime. I slept really late. Later than at any time in the last 35 years or so, I reckon. And now I look as … 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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