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Past Imperfect

I have returned to sorting family photographs. There are too many for my comfort. Stashed in a half-sorted manner in a combination of crates and boxes, they snag at my mind burdensomely. A task not completed. A mess unsorted. A treasure … Continue reading

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So long as we can breathe or eyes can see

Mum’s friend, Joyce, is in hospital and I visited her yesterday.  Mum and Joyce. They met, and served together, in the Second World War and they kept in touch for the rest of their lives. They lived 240 miles apart … Continue reading

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Stepping out

On holiday for a few days, in Paris. 5 days and so I have 5 novels. This feels about right. Fewer than five makes me anxious. These are holiday reads, nothing long or challenging, and I am quite a fast reader – … Continue reading

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Turtles all the way down

I returned to my therapist last weekend. I feel I can write that in an expectation that you, dear reader, will respond with an ‘oh, yes’ of recognition. But I do want at least to try to check my privilege … Continue reading

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Changing the Matrix

We became ensnarled in a Bank Holiday tailback on Monday, just north of Cambridge. We were about two-thirds of the way home after a weekend at a Folk Festival, the pace slowed and the forest of red tail-lights appeared. I … Continue reading

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Impeccable

I love etymologies.  I love the ‘trailing clouds of glory’ words bring with them, discovering associations from their history which enrich them now. Because of my ‘O’ level, Latin echoes often come quite easily: crescent from crescere to grow, the … Continue reading

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