How dull it’s been here lately. I’ve got a bike, crusty with all that crap that comes off the road in January (you know, the salt & grime they put down here to keep the ice at bay) in the garage, thinking about going rusty. I woke up this morning...
I waste the lost hoursplaying games—in the funof distant worlds, and words framedfrom disappointment, another hour ticks by. My disease is framed, in a circle.Two remote hands edge, a semaphoreto the knowing, ever closer,now nearer now far apart. My daughter cannot...
Dismal day here in Suffolk, raining, grey, that shivery kind of cold weather that gets in your bones, nose, everywhere and makes you remember the hot days of summer. One in particular I recall, driving down to Bev’s parents’ place in Abingdon. Get there,...
We’re in the middle of an English winter, one of the ‘modern’ ones, i.e. not much snow, lots of rain, gales, some icy nights; a bit of everything. Kids are happy with a few snowflakes swirling about for a couple of hours. Older people are not...
Blogging. The name has been jumping out at me for the past few weeks. I’m reading a book now on it, sort off jumped out at me from the library shelves. Blogging, by Biz Stone. Telling me how to get started. So, I thought I would have a look at the blogger.com...
