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
Searching for something else I found this very old (two and a half years ago) email written to myself (why?). Subject: ffs.
Easy to forget how things were, the forgotten details, you get brought up short. Continue reading Oh FFS
Feeling weepy. Not sure why. Very tired. Continue reading There Is A Crack In Everything. That’s How The Light Gets In.*
I used to worry about my Things. I’d have said I didn’t, that it was only stuff, etc. But looking back there was a sense of comfort from having that stuff around me. Continue reading What To Take With You When You Move
I was on my way to the closing party of an art exhibition in Dover Street, by one of my nephews. (That makes me feel old.) Continue reading Regressing, Or Going Gaga?