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Category Archives: About artists.
The new normal.
When something as momentous as the death of a woman known all over the planet, just as ‘The Queen’, happens we can be shocked and disoriented for quite some time. Like most of the rest of the nation, I was … Continue reading
More thoughts about the Queen.
Like me, perhaps you cannot stop thinking about our late Queen, Elizabeth the Second. It may be only now that we have lost her that we can see, in retrospect, just how singular she was. The First Queen Elizabeth was … Continue reading
The Queen who had to be seen to be believed.
I have filed this post under the category of ‘About artists’ because no artist ever designed their entire life of public service with as much attention to detail as the Queen. She herself said she had to be seen to … Continue reading
Sundries. With Cornflakes.
This is a bit of a catch up before I immerse myself in dolls. First to news of SMIL, who, for new readers, is my Step-mother-in-law, who has Alzheimer’s. She has only been living in a care home for just … Continue reading
Bedding.
Absolutely not in the Shakespearian sense, though at the time bundling was very popular. The courting couple, dressed in every garment they had, were put in bed together, sometimes with a plank of wood between them and then further bundled … Continue reading
Nurses.
Eight days in hospital is a long time to watch. There’s not a lot else you can do if you’re not up to reading but hooked up to bottles and drip stands. I had pipes up my nose and everywhere … Continue reading
How now.
I am writing in a very self-obsessed way following enquiries as to how I am. What a very lengthy performance. It is three weeks today since the surgery. I can walk a few steps before I need to sit down. … Continue reading
Gutted
I actually have been. I am now missing 8 inches of small bowel and several pounds of scar tissue, which has been dissolved. All this happened on the 9th, this is the 24th and the first time I am strong … Continue reading
The squirrel.
I read in the newspaper today that grey squirrels, which are not native to Britain, are responsible for the destruction of trees and chasing our native squirrel, which is a red squirrel away. Well, I’m sorry. I have a grey … Continue reading
Three pinfalls and a submission.
There has been a bit of radio silence from me. You’ve not had any writing because I’ve been writing. As you, dedicated reader, may recall, what sustained me through the dreadful years of being a carer for my demented mother, … Continue reading