Continuing my new series for Fridays: the contents of that Smythson notebook,one page at a time."If you think back and replayyour year and it doesn't bringout tears of joy or sadness,consider it wasted."John Cage{Usually, I don't add any comment to this series of posts.I let Mum's choice of words speak for themselves.This one however gave me a … Continue reading What Caught Her Eye #9
There are some things about autism that are hard to live with. It's all relative, because, let's be honest, autism is hard to live with.Full stop. Let's talk having an eye test.It's not about reading the letters off the chart.That he can do ... or can't, as it happens.It's about understanding all the instructions.It's about being in … Continue reading Autism and the Everyday #9
Spring in our bit of West London is currently looking her best.The daffodils may have finished, but the blossom is out in force.The temperature may still be a little on the low side,but the blue skies and sunshine more than make up for it.This post also links to Helena's Snap theme: three or more linked … Continue reading Spring in the Suburbs | Photos
Last week, when telephoning my aunt and uncle, I found myself dialling Mum's number.It was an automatic action, an unconscious action.I shouldn't have been surprised, but I found that later on, after I'd made the call(using the correct number), I felt very emotional.Those eleven digits have been our 'home' number for over 40 years.By my … Continue reading Eleven Digits
We collected The Boy Child's new glasses on Friday after school. Not quite designer, but approved by Liverpool Football Club.Just look at him.I mean, he suited the old ones, but my, he's so handsome in these!(And he's now a walking mini-me version of his cousin, Teenager E.)
Continuing my new series for Fridays: the contents of that Smythson notebook,one page at a time."In times of darkness, loves sees,In times of silence, love hears,In times of doubt, love hopes,In times of sorrow, love healsAnd at all timeslove remembers."Unknown
If you asked me to sum up my childhood in a book,Modern School Atlas would be the one I choose. When I found it recently on the bookshelf in Mum's dining room,I actually exclaimed out loud, picked it up and hugged it.Yep, I hugged a book.The address label inside lists our last RAF home, which we … Continue reading Modern School Atlas
The Barbican is a little like Marmite; you either love it or hate it.I fall somewhere between the two. The architecture is often described as brutal,which, when compared to other areas of London, is a fair assessment.The Brainy One has a friend from university days who lives here.In the penthouse of one of the tower blocks, … Continue reading London Through My Lens | Barbican
The Thorn Birds was first published in Australia in 1977 and quickly became a bestseller.Mum's penfriend Kay read it and then sent her a copy.That parcel arrived at our house the same day as the book was published in the UK. The gift tag is still inside the front cover.Scottie dogs were Kay's favourite.When I … Continue reading On How A Book Became Part Of Shared History
Yesterday, after around an hour in front of my PC, I gave up.The number of unread blog posts in my reader had reached four figures and was rising.There was no way I'd be able to read them all and stay sane. I did what any sensible person did and marked the lot as read.It was such … Continue reading On Blogging, Commenting and the General Lack of the Latter
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