June 2008

Sunday funday. (22 June 2008)

After a breakfast of scrambled eggs - Bill Granger style - bacon, fresh coffee and toast, I drove Aj back to his car. 21 year old boys who play American football really are sweet arm candy. The wind was fresh,...

night time reveries (22 June 2008)

The cottage has a hole where the dog used to be. Emmy, the cat, sleeps on the bean bag. I wonder if she is missing him too. But It is only my vain imaginings. The clematis flowers, huge great big...

Humbugs (18 June 2008)

Its Wednesday evening. I don't know whether it's me, my age, the planets, the weather, the time of the year, my impending holiday, my impending tax bill, my impending birthday. I don't know whether its because I am not exercising,...

Chewsday (18 June 2008)

Why Oh Why do I do it to myself? It's too late for anything really BUT... I've just watched a documentary about The Berlin Philharmonic. The individual working within the group. The sense of excitment and terror at performance, the...

THE CHALK GARDEN (12 June 2008)

By the time I got home last night my feet were humming, my back singing and my brain all of a concert. I fell into bed, cut out the noise of the old git, the daughter, her friend and the...

Walk on the West Side. (10 June 2008)

The weather was 25 degrees. The little red car had its roof down, made for a comfortable drive to LBC. The show went so quickly. A really swift 3 hours. Straight to the acupuncturist. After which I made a decision....

North, South, Eats and West. ( 5 June 2008)

Dear June, Is my 'oosbind in mint condition? What do you think? He was six years older than me 32 years ago which makes him nearly 92%older than the number you first thought of. It's 00.04. Four minutes past the...

A Band On Men T! ( 3 June 2008)

The rain is here, its not big globules more a continual light spray of wet droplets. The flat is vey quiet, but not for long... B and the beau have just arrived. Jim the oosbind has left for the cottage....

I can see clearly now the smudge has gone ( 2 June 2008)

I have finally broken my hikers block. At 7.00 this morning, after a hugely naughty night of champagne, roast chicken and conversation, I hauled myself out of bed, looked at my fallen arches, fallen jowls and concluded I was just...

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