For the children, it’s the first glimpse of the sea. They know when it will come, but fight even so to be the one to call it. Then we all break into song Si si si si doloda, yaku sineladu banaha. Continue reading Family Holidays of Old
Moth story, very moving, by an articulate cellist, and about ten minutes in I hear her speak of ‘a photo of my brother and I’, and I can’t really concentrate on the rest. Continue reading A Photo Of My Brother And I – Ouch!
Things are not right. Continue reading If You Don’t Know How You Feel, Do You Feel It?
Somewhat delayed in any case, then pacing up and down waiting to go into the tube, I was on the phone to a friend who had asked for help. Another friend had recommended a women’s circle, and I was going to give it a go. Inauspicious start: my friendly email had bounced back and there seemed no other means of contacting the organisers, so although the website said just turn up, I was now afraid that after a long day and a delayed start, the lengthy commute could very possibly end in failure. Continue reading Finding A Women’s Circle
Once again, I accidentally come across an email I sent myself long ago. The girls referred to are my two daughters. It was written at the end of March 2013. That means, five months after my husband walked out on us, and, if memory serves, at just about the time he made it clear after some dithering that he would not be coming back. Continue reading Sex and Companionship
I have a problem with my hand. Several visits to the doctor, several courses of antibiotics, and a month later I still have a problem with my hand. Continue reading Masochism
Over the xmas hols I have been feeling sorry for myself, possibly even a bit more than usual. Realising that I am nobody’s number one and all that. Couple of weeks off work – an unexpected bonus – I was full of plans to go somewhere hot, or take the kids to yet another European city for a short break, or take myself off to some kind of spa. Continue reading Something Has Shifted At Last