The Sincerest For Of Poetry
Apprenticed To My Mother
Walking Into Trouble
Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle
The Last Will Of Sven Andersen
Booms And Busts
Buster & Moo
Salisbury Square
My Father and Other Liars
Life In A Conversation
Life, in a Grain of Sand
Life In A Flash
Tag Archives: memories
That Garden Update: 3rd August
I decided today that once this wedding is done and dusted I’m going to let the garden go fallow , natural and wild. Hmm. Probably not but just now that seems like a plan. Good news is lots of the … Continue reading
Parts Of My Past – Lymington
If you go down to the coast today… Staycations are all the rage; a lot of people showed up on Bournemouth beach this weekend for instance, including my son on his stag weekend – poor Bournemouth. A bit further east … Continue reading
Games For A Laugh #olympics #memories
It’s nearly Olympics time again and as happens stories around it brought back memories of my time working for the Organizing Committee of the London 2012 Olympics. I wrote a similar post six years ago but maybe this will resonate … Continue reading
Rain Of Terror
I admit it; I’m becoming paranoid about the garden and the forthcoming nuptials that will be celebrated here. Yesterday it hosed down and while I like a bit of rain, as much as the next man, this was to be … Continue reading
Doggin’ On #flashfiction
Odd word, dogging. At University dogging on meant hanging in there and showing resilience. These days there may be some hanging and resilience involved in the word but otherwise the relationship with al fresco exhibitionist copulation and how we used … Continue reading
Chalk And Parenting #memories #apprenticedtomymother
I’m redecorating the kitchen and stuck behind a radiator there’s a scribble or something that might be some sort of childhood graffito. As with many small things, it triggered a memory. My mother’s approach to child rearing had overtones of … Continue reading
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Tagged apprenticed to my mother, Memoir, memories
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Poppies, Kimonos and the Power Of Rain #gardens #memories
There’s a lot of work going on in my garden as we prepare for the upcoming nuptials of No. 1 child. One dilemma we knew was coming concerned the poppies. These have been magnificent but they needed to be stripped … Continue reading
Missing: One Farm #family #memories
The Textiliste heralds from Norfolk. There are a lot of jokes about that: everyone is a second cousin; the language is uniquely strange, the accent suggests a somewhat slow approach to rational thought. All rubbish and the language has some … Continue reading
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Tagged bradenham, family, memories, norfolk, scoulton, tufts
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Moths And Memories #nature #memories #garden
One thing that brings me back to my childhood is seeing a moth. Dad loved butterflies and moths and at some point in the 1960s bought a second hand moth trap at the Amateur Entomological Exhibition. Every night, when rain … Continue reading
Shoes And Towels
Today is Towel Day so my mind went to shoes, naturally. This is a small homage to the man who inspired so much in my writing esp. the shorter fiction and whose oeuvre is celebrated on this most wholly of … Continue reading
