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Travelling through time and space – with a crache
I watched Doctor Who last night. ‘I don’t know where I am!’ Such a familiar feeling. So now it’s Sunday morning and the wretched clocks have gone forward – depriving me of yet another hour’s sleep. But I’m ready for … Continue reading
HP Sauce, pipe tobacco, betting slips – and standing room only at ‘our local’
A bank holiday. A beautiful sunny day, the spring-blue sky marked only by a very few fragile clouds. A relief after all that glowering gloom and incessant snow. Sparse incessant snow. Enough to remind you it’s wretchedly cold, but too … Continue reading
Full in the panting: on dealing with disappointment and dodging the black dog
We’re still conducting the grand experiment, Atheist-man and I. A year of living religiously – well, in the sense of religiously going to church each Sunday, anyway. It’s making a big impression on both of us. We relish the time … Continue reading
Meet Gerry Carroll – son, brother, friend, sometime sleuth (and Catholic priest)
It felt like bleak midwinter, the earth standing hard as iron, even if no frosty wind made moan. For Gerry, it couldn’t have been a bleaker day. Was it midwinter? He didn’t really care if it was or it wasn’t. … Continue reading
The tolling of the iron bell*
The faithful have been called to their knees. Odd, isn’t it, kneeling? But if nothing else, it concentrates the mind, ready for hearing softly spoken spells. It’s the fourth Sunday of Advent, our fourth Mass (yes, I’m with the atheist**), … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 