This morning was the first in over a week that I crawled out of bed feeling half normal. I’m spending the day disinfecting pretty much everything that can be disinfected, listening to BBC WorldService, and reading the two dozen papers The Euro can’t seem to stop subscribing to. Somehow I ended up back at the
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If any of my secret admirers have an extra seven grand laying around and would like to bestow it upon the object of their affection, please feel free to do so in the following manner: The Penguin Classics Library Complete Collection: More than 1000 of the Greatest Classics. Cheers, Buffy
“No, you do not have thousands of years to live. Urgency is on you. While you live, while you can, become good.” – Marcus Aurelius Everyone around me is sick. I’ve been saying little prayers all week that my house be spared, but earlier tonight The Euro started breaking out in cold sweats. We were
“The Writer must write what he has to say. Not speak it.” – Hemingway I can count the people who’ve seen me cry on half a hand. I joke that I’m emotionally stunted. And that’s the joke…that it’s not one. It’s something I’m working on. An ‘In Progress’ type thing. On Christmas Eve I sat
My mother is all about kitschy Christmas. She can’t help herself. Everything is red and green and mechanical with puffballs and candy canes and Santa Claus. I have a fabulous pair of elf socks, and this lovely trucker hat (of a sort) to prove it. Speaking of the mother…we always take photos of her Yorkie
If you live in Cheshire, or anywhere thereabouts, then Delemere Forrest is really the only place you should be getting your trees. The whole thing becomes a festive event. Like the opening scene from National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation. Trekking out to the almost-middle-of-nowhere. Hiking it from there. Except, of course, it’s so much prettier. Because
Cousin Bedford tried to kill himself today. My grandfather says it best. “That Bedford is the most bone idle person alive”. My grandmother clucks and shakes her head real pitiful like and says she reckons it’s brain damage caused by a shovel and he can’t help it. “You know what the Bible says. The Bible
“Of all the Charlie Brown’s in the world, you’re the Charlie Browniest.” I’ve been listening to Vince Guaraldi all week long. There’s something wonderfully calming about all the lovely colours in old hand drawn cartoons. Charlie Brown’s Christmas.
“One must never lie. Art has this great specification: it simply does not tolerate falsehood. One can lie in love, politics, and medicine: and can mislead the public or even God; but there is absolutely no lying in art.” – Anton Chekhov
Therefore, just the same, don’t you meddle with old unloaded firearms; they are the most deadly and unerring things that have ever been created by man. Mark Twain Only four days ago, right in the next farm house to the one where I am spending the summer, a grandmother, old and gray and sweet, one
Everything you could ever want in the world is just outside your comfort zone. The first flat I ever had was a teeny little place where each room doubled for the next. A two hundred year old, not-exactly-kept, terraced house converted into upstairs/downstairs apartments. I lived on the top floor and caught the draft from
