Category Archives: Reality
Hobson’s egg….
Given the choice, we humans will invariably choose to have a choice. The more extensive the list of choices may be, the more highly we regard that which is on offer. Not withstanding, that in this time of ours, knowledge has … Continue reading
feeling like a plum in Agen….
Nothing concentrates my mind more than nothing. After a short time, the nothing of this pale rain distorted image seen through the windscreen as I waited for something yesterday, took me away to another moment in time when I sat waiting and … Continue reading
a cake named Roger….
My mother once had a Pekinese dog whose given name was Brownie. As she did not have a memory for names she may well not have known that. I’m not sure whether this was because her mind was full of other much … Continue reading
Ma pomme….
Memories of my first visits to France, when I was very young, are full of the warmth of the sun, the scent of melons and peaches, the blue of the sea and a litany of tastes the like of which … Continue reading
You can’t always get..
My mind, or that section of the jumble of grey matter that remembers things, is light sensitive. Light, in all its nuances, is a trigger for my memories. The light then and the light now are inextricably linked..I think. Or … Continue reading
Note from a stranger to hunger…
In concert with a large percentage of the viewing public, I watched a BBC programme on the prevalence of real hunger, through poverty, in working people in the United Kingdom today. I had just eaten a simple dinner and, if … Continue reading
As I like it…
The warmth of the sun on my neck at this early hour together with the deep, dark shadows of my hand on the writing pad augurs well for hopes that my new blind date, July, is going to offer more … Continue reading
..the white rabbit…
The moment of waking, very often, holds the mood of the day. Today was such a day, as was yesterday. I’m not a person who readily believes in superstition and signs but when a giant rabbit smiles down on me … Continue reading
I seem to have lost my cherry..
Winter days start in deep darkness and summer days in bright blankness, two versions of one and the same thing: the empty sheet of paper. I dream a lot which means that my mind has been buzzzzing all night. Sleep … Continue reading
You can tell a book from its cover..
I’ve recently come to the opinion that we’re much more successful at preserving vegetables than we are at preserving youthful looks. In that half land of waking, this morning, the imagined strains of a childhood song, “With a face like … Continue reading