Friday, 29 January 2016
People might call it the blues but it's not,
blue that is.
January is a grey month.
It infects us all with its greyness ...in my opinion.
The month begins with a bang,
Gunpowder is for wars,
Money going up in smoke.
It should be banned ...in my opinion.
As soon as the pyrotechnics cease,
the resolution-making begins;
new diet, new fitness regime, new hobby.
They never last.
You might as well make a resolution a day
(some call this a to-do list)
then at least you stand a chance of success ...in my opinion.
It's a month of long nights,
unforgiving north-easterly gales.
They conspire to wear us down,
deplete our energy
dampen our mood ...in my opinion.
It's a month of coughs, colds, flu, bronchitis
and, if we're not careful,
There's no magic cure,
even though health food adverts tell us otherwise.
It's all a matter of luck ...in my opinion.
Then I step out of the kitchen door.
I share a gust of biting wind
with a lone hellebore.
It's a sign,
a reminder that spring is on its way,
and though we're not yet through with the cold,
the sun is rising in the sky,
the evenings are getting lighter
and so are our spirits ...in my opinion.
Thursday, 21 January 2016
Last week I had to go to a meeting on the other side of town. This meant driving past the street where I was born and along the road that I used to cross on my way to school (I really mean the road that Mum used to drag me across. I hated school), the same road where I used to trail after Mum from shop to shop on her daily trip to buy food (no fridges in those days). There are still shops there but the grocers and greengrocers have gone.
I used to wait for the bus to Grandma's house on Gipsy Lane. The bus stop is still there. I can remember holding Mum's hand, looking forward to being at Grandma's, trying not to turn and look at the Towers Hospital behind me.
|An old photograph of The Towers Hospital|
from The Leicester Mercury archives
It's strange how we remember things from long ago as being smaller or larger, nearer or further away. Maybe our memories can't retain size proportions accurately. Have you ever returned to a childhood location and been surprised by your memory's inaccuracies?
Tuesday, 12 January 2016
The point I’m trying to make: Wouldn’t it be amazing to think that you’d created something brilliant, made a positive contribution to the world, and as a result your name would go down in history. I suspect I’ve left it too late to try to achieve that for myself but, if any younger people are reading this, then why not give it a go! No, I haven’t got a clue how you’d begin. If I knew that I’d have….
Wednesday, 6 January 2016
The food has been constant, the dinners, the cake,
and chocolates - so many they made my gut ache.
So I've gone on a diet of fruit and good stuff
cause I know that my tummy has had quite enough.
In a few days the goodness will reach to my brain
And then I can get back to writing again.
Monday, 28 December 2015
Sunday, 20 December 2015
Today I'll like you to meet my very good blog/Twitter friend, Jo Carroll, who has some important news to share.
Thank you so much, Ros, for inviting me to drop by your lovely blog. Dear Reader, you should know that this is especially kind, as Ros has fits of the vapours if she even reads about some of the things I get up to.
- All profits are going towards building a house that came down in the earthquake.
- I know the man who will build the house and the family that will live in it.
- I know the rubble that they lived in throughout the monsoon.
- If you want to know more about the appeal, you can find the details here.
But no book of mine about Nepal would be complete without the exploits of Tika, Shobha and their family.
(Sorry, it's an ebook only - it's very short and so it's not economic to invest in printed copies.)