Bloody believers, damn birds
Sometimes the advantages living near a pub are so obvious: When I look out in the morning I see the sea and the Union Jack, I see France’s white cliffs and under good conditions even the green – not the …
Category: reality
Harsh – Rough – Demanding. That’s our idea of reality, apart from transition, but what is it in truth?
No dictionary in the library
It took surprisingly only two hours to clean the whole house (as far as this is ever possible). I did not get up until half past eleven…even sitting by the window with my morning tea I did not wake. Breaking …
The tourist illsuion
Reading the newspaper…about the Olympics and the expected travel chaos. It made me upset…I am not often upset but…that is just ridiculous. Tourists truly believe (and I cannot even blame them as foreign media is just doing its job) that …
remote commentary about beach boys, cheese and grannies
wow it is so hot out there…when I come back into the house I have to be careful not to move too quick so my body can acclimatise…inside the temperature does not rise over 25 degrees. I did some cross …
Today is beautiful… Did you know that it is illegal to eat human flesh, even your own!? I changed my appointment with the doc to today as the rest of the week is going to be all busy. The test …
A piece of art
Holidays by post I am doing good with a piece of art every morning, either a poem or a blog entry…there are days when I do both. There are days when I leave work late, take the last bus back …
Penny clouds
You could have told me earlier, honestly…it seems so obvious now. The penny drops slowly in the right direction. Although I still shut my eyes from seeing it…I begin to see that I cannot have a perfect love and I …
Banishment
Tonight I banned his teddy bears out of my bed…I might have more courage to take them to the charity shop, unlike his trousers and socks which…against all legality…I threw into the purple rubbish sacks – which are not recycling, …
Gentle licks
Although I deal with the tightest budget I booked a flight from Berlin to London, meaning beginning of September I’ll stay in Germany for a few days. Somehow knowing so makes me jolly. In my head I sometimes seek revenge …
Oh, very much Thankz to Mrs Katherine Larsen for her poem Love at Thirty-Two DegreesIt is a little too hot (the thirty-two degrees I mean) for me but the fifth part of it answers all my questions!