I first spotted him as I was walking up the busy street, on my way to the library. He was pretty distinctive; a suit of mustard yellow corduroy is pretty noticeable. He was some way ahead of me and I merely noticed him as I noticed others. Then I turned the corner, and I saw… Continue reading The man in the mustard coloured suit
I have a piece of writing to do at the moment. It’s not of the sort that I have done for a while, and so it brings a certain amount of “unknowingness” with it. I have a deadline appraching (rapidly) and a word limit. I am enjoying doing it very much – I love the… Continue reading The difference between stopping and finishing
For various very good reasons, the evening that I had thought would be busy and full of people has actually been spent alone with a book. I have enjoyed this very much, in part because it was unplanned. It’s not that I don’t like the people I had thought I was going to spend the… Continue reading An unexpectedly quiet evening.
When I open up to write the blog each day, there is a handy little widget that offers a suggestion of what to write about if one is stuck for inspiration. And today, it’s raining, I haven’t slept and there’s too much to do, so I am short of inspiration. So I clicked on it.… Continue reading One person’s delight is another person’s….
There is a definite quality to Saturday evenings, even if I’m not preaching the next day. It’s not quite nerves – that’s there, but it’s not all there is. It’s more a quality of attentiveness. Whatever is going on, from having fun with friends through to watching mindless telly (I don’t want to concentrate on… Continue reading Saturday evenings
I am off today, and I was full of good intentions to do a lot of work on the dolls’ houses. There is a table, a bench and a rocking chair to paint, a cupboard to make and a wall-hanging to sew. There are clothes to make to fill the drawers, and a mirror to… Continue reading Not a dolls’ house post
“Can you speak on the phone in about a half an hour?” A text I got today. And because it is somebody I care about, and don’t speak to often, I texted back “yes”. And back came the answer “That’s fine. And don’t worry!” Which was very helpful 🙂 When I was a student and ∞