Tag Archives: Beatles

Missing the dark

Memory of the Solstice fades. The comfort of those longed-for days of lessening light, increasing night. I love that time of year – but then, I’m one of the lucky ones. With a home, heating, and warm clothes. A plentiful … Continue reading

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On loneliness and ear-worms

Where do ear-worms live, do you suppose? An ear-worm farm? Fed on the wasted energy of YouTubers? Wherever it came from, it’s been about about three weeks since a big, fat, Gilbert O’Sullivan ear worm crawled into my internal sound … Continue reading

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Young girls picked them, every one

For the last few days I’ve been wondering what I can do, if anything, to make things better in this mad, mad, post-truth, us-and-them world. And I think I have a solution. That’s quite a claim to make, I know. … Continue reading

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A Beatles kind of day

Nights are a bit of a trial at the moment. Sleep comes in shifts, my body grumbling every few hours, forcing me to grab my crutches, prod my way upstairs, then poke my crutch-supported way back down to the bedroom … Continue reading

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A taste of (Pygmies’) honey – and two of the lonely people

 ‘You look tired.’ Just what you want to hear when you’ve put on the face you keep in a jar by the door and stepped out to face the day.  [There’s a bit of a Beatles vibe to this post … Continue reading

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