The Chinese, Tea and Milk…

On that fourth day, Mother and I found ourselves seated at one of the long benches in the underground. A number of Laura’s group were off scouting outside. Some ripple of information had worked its way amongst them and they had organised themselves into small scouting parties. Maddie, the little girl who had twice come to... Continue Reading →

Flowers and The Dead…

He was waiting for me when I got home. He’s not a great talker and neither am I. That’s another gift from our creator. “New job,” I announced. “Cheating spouse.” The Leatherman nodded. We’ve been together for over twenty years now and I have never got round to giving him a name. He had one... Continue Reading →

For Mum…

I wrote this some time ago before the future became the present, and soon-to-be past. In the next few days, my own mother will pass. I always wanted to write about her and the life that she had lived. In the end, the only things I have written are in note form. When she dies... Continue Reading →

Normalcy…

People are using ‘normalcy’ these days. I don’t like it but accept that language changes over time as behaviour also does.  Life can be separated into the time that we are awake and the time that we are asleep. Trapped in our home, we are finding that sleep is becoming more prevalent. The days are... Continue Reading →

The Great Hall and Everything…

If my room offered a covering of darkness, the corridor was a block of it. As had become the norm, there were no comforting snores or reassuring farts, no mumbled half-remembered lines from the subconscious of sleeping minds. There was just the certainty of the silence which had probably always been there, plus the drumming... Continue Reading →

Recycling Old Selves…

So, after becoming a benign cast member of The Walking Dead, I was a happy soul if one considers happiness to be born out of indifference. Actually, that’s not fully correct. One could never be carefree or indifferent if one lived opposite a neighbour whose right wing views, privileged past, and belief in men having... Continue Reading →

Loose Ends and Everything…

Since thinking about the theory, there has been no smell of roast lamb in the morning. Whatever was the cause of the original smell had probably got a ‘wiff’ of what I was intending to do. Getting up from sleep was no longer an operation in subterfuge. Subterfuge:  Deceit used in order to get one’s goals;... Continue Reading →

And still more of Everything…

I have to think carefully about these episodes. One thing I have realised since ‘taking up the pen’ is that it is a mighty weapon, if there is anyone left to fight.  The first few weeks of the pandemic were good. All the staff in school were smiling more than ever before and these smiles... Continue Reading →

Almost Everything…

The school stood before me, the figure at the window had disappeared and the hawk flying overhead, in circles, seemed to have found somewhere else to draw patterns around. The dead oak, that had once knocked at my bedroom window, was now out of sight and mind. I had crossed the circular lawn that greeted... Continue Reading →

Almost Everything…

I had never thought about flying. I had thought about the goshawk which could fly, and catch, and rip, and devour, but I had never thought about flying. Flying meant power and control. Flying was to be like the goshawk, looking down on a world that was defenceless to your scrutiny, and willing to give... Continue Reading →

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