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brick and stone
Some years ago a shopping channel was selling blocks of stone and the tools to sculpt them. I bought a small flat block, much the size of a standard brick, and a cube of limestone and the instructions to turn … Continue reading
Scattered energy.
One of my greatest challenges, other than horrible diseases and difficult other people, is focus. There are always a large number of things I want to do, as a result of which I have stockpiled dolls house kits, card making … Continue reading
Site for sore eyes.
I am living on a building site. This is not a metaphor for something, I am actually living on an actual building site, in the rain. This morning, early, I got up to investigate the dripping noise that was keeping … Continue reading
Min set up
If the builders manage to unload the bricks off the lorry on the drive I will be able to pack the car and drive to the NEC, which would be handy. Among other items I am taking are the new … Continue reading
The Min
This weekend. I will be taking some very reasonably priced paper pictures as well as the dolls and assorted porcelain miniatures. As you can see these are bass reliefs. As you cannot see they actually look better than this because … Continue reading
Unsaid
We die little by little By things unsaid Unexplained The mortal wounds to the living soul. Love, unexpressed. We do it every day, Swallowing the softer words. Less embarrassing stuck in my throat than hanging off your ears. Hugs, unhugged. … Continue reading
The Min.
In a week and three days it will be Miniatura at the NEC. I stopped telling you all about it in advance in a superstitious way because as soon as I did something occurred and I was unable to be … Continue reading
Time
Strange things happen to the time after a bereavement. Some hours drag by, most plod. Whilst each hour takes you further from the source of sadness, though it would seem to soothe, every second is one more in which the … Continue reading
A week
A week. Just seven days,so much can happen. So much emotion crammed into seven days and seven nights. My cousin died. He was only 71. I first saw him 65 years ago when we moved back to the North East … Continue reading
junk
In this column I have frequently written about junk. The detritus of living. The stuff we bought with actual money which is now cluttering up the corners of wherever we live, covered with a layer of dust and some cobwebs … Continue reading