Tag Archives: Writing
Leaving
There are so many ways of leaving, of ending things, aren’t there? Paul Simon sang of fifty. Which reminds me of ‘Still Crazy After All These Years.’ Which reminds me of a sad end to a strange relationship. But that’s … Continue reading
Tangled up. Sometimes in blue
‘You’re keeping busy’, someone said to me to me this week, as if I were a retired person going on serial coach trips. Not that there’s anything wrong with coach trips. Especially if they involve drinking illicit alcohol on the … Continue reading
Sweet, or soft?
Updated again (more haste less speed)… I’m posting a couple of pictures today, as a vehicle for telling you I’m going to hibernate from blogging – and reading other bloggers’ words – for the next two weeks or so. I … Continue reading
Did you miss me?
I expect not. Though now you’ve had this reminder perhaps it’s occurred to you that it’s been a while since I posted. Don’t fetch your cuppa, though. This is merely a stopgap. Not a fully fledged rant, nor a eulogy, … 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
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 