Category Archives: Bad luck
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
Read crumbs…
Today I have been profligate with time. I spent some making a vegetable curry and, while the pot filled the kitchen with its perfume, I spent some more looking at pieces of writing which I have shared with you, and … Continue reading
Failing to get the point ..
It’s been a long time coming, but it looks like the first pencils are pushing through. Sharpening the trunks to reveal the graphite core has not been easy and has been, in many ways, a disappointment. Ideally the “lead” would … Continue reading
One fine morning…..not
I, like Caesar before me, walked out into the ruins of what was, but yesterday evening, a garden in the full pomp of June flowering. On surveying the flattened, flowerless, green mayhem Caesar would have addressed his trembling gardeners in … Continue reading
…and all in the best possible taste.
That mice should ever have been laying plans is surprising, but less surprising to hear that those plans often went awry. No place for smugness here: do we humans need reminding of our own best laid plans? So, in the … Continue reading
Soft centred Sundae…..
There is such a silence this Sunday morning. Even the birds are in quiet contemplation. The soft hum of the computer and the click clack of the keyboard is all that breaks the hush. Once it would have been the … Continue reading
I think we might be doing it wong…
“This is going to hurt me a lot more than it’s going to hurt you”is a phrase that is only vocalised when the exact opposite is true. Had I been in Sidney Carton’s shoes, that thought would have correctly passed through … Continue reading
The pain of separation….
I was thinking of meringues and then it started raining and the car wouldn’t start. That was one the sequences of events that will eventually make up today. A perfectly blue sky filled with puffy white clouds, reminiscent of a … Continue reading
Days of little miracles
There’s a corollary to chasing death which is a blind determination to hang on to life.We were watching a butterfly in our garden gloriously living its short span by floating ethereally from bloom and bloom like a fantastically rigged aerial sailing ship. … Continue reading
Beans talk
The car was laden with fresh poison for Algy which I had just specially purchased to celebrate his unexpected return. I had been to his favourite shop in La Rochelle where once again the friendly salesman took more of our … Continue reading