Tag Archives: housework

Flickr – ing.

I’ve been putting some (hundreds) of my trip photos on Flickr. Trawling through them, sorting, fiddling with, listing, uploading, tagging, labelling, admiring. It’s a big project I’ve taken on. I live my days around it. I don’t do it all … Continue reading

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Ballad of the one arm.

This is a one-handed, five-fingered post. Why? Because I went to have a sleepover with my friends at the beach and after tea we said let’s take the dogs for a walk and at the gate they got into a … Continue reading

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It’s that time again.

The reflections of the year that’s about to pass are all around. News, pictures, stories, tragedies, disasters, events. What was news makes news again. Lest we forget. I look at the year I’ve just lived and see, easily in my … Continue reading

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Reading in the day time.

One day, long ago and in my youth, I went to collect a bed that had been stored with the daughter of a woman I worked with. We arrived at the appointed time in the morning and the woman, young, … Continue reading

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Saved by nanna naps and twitter.

I begin an alarming and new relationship with housework. Cleaning a cupboard out, a smudgy window or the fridge gives a sense of achievement to my days. I have done something constructive. I have justified my day. I develop the … Continue reading

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