Devilish

Devilish

A very short post. The migraine is dancing on my head. Though the devil continues to dance on my shoulder. Those who have been reading for a while will know of my obsession with a figure which appears like a vein through art and architecture here in the UK, and though I know who he … Continue reading »

Socks Appeal

Socks Appeal

Migraine stops play. A repost …. There must be a scientific law which governs socks, specifically. Each belongs with an identical twin, does it not?  And yet it seems to me that, contrarily, that like socks repel. A few minutes ago, I sorted through the sock drawer which is supposed to jealously guard the family’s … Continue reading »

Talking to the doorman

Talking to the doorman

I remember sitting, butterflies in my stomach, waiting to go and fight a cause on a local BBC radio station, early one Sunday morning just as the day was dawning. There was barely another soul in the large expansive BBC building, and I fell to talking with the only other person in reception. He had … Continue reading »

Lines

Lines

Lines, lines, lines, a fascination with lines. Of course man needed them to navigate; of course he did. And so latitude was born, and longtitude. And the Equator and the Tropics. Total inventions of man’s mind, wishful willing the globe into submission. Encasing Mother Earth in a suffocating, methodical, navigable corset. And then there are … Continue reading »

Walking the Cat

Walking the Cat

Houston, we have a problem, Clive Bond, the family cat with the cravat and attitude, is well used to the cat flap. To say he and it are friends would be overstating the situation. He flies through it hastily, so it can not hit him on his furry behind. And then he sits in his … Continue reading »

The Cathode Ray Creature

The Cathode Ray Creature

He was the man who could do anything. His words are securely recorded at London’s Imperial War Museum, as a record of D-Day plus eight, the day he and his comrades travelled in an amphibious vehicle across the English Channel, up to their ankles in sea water. My husband learnt to drive in a cheeky … Continue reading »

A Cosmic Rabbit Hole

A Cosmic Rabbit Hole

So there are dictionaries that will tell you stolidly that a rabbit hole is a hole in the ground, dug by a rabbit. But the edgiest ones take the Lewis Carroll view that rabbit holes are much more than that. I’m always more than a little unsettled by the image of the little girl who … Continue reading »

The Hair of a Ghost

The Hair of a Ghost

Whilst I weave crazy tales of spectres for the sheer joy of it, my husband sits sceptically by. And this, when he has been haunted on a toilet long ago, and remembers it well; and when he swears he saw our little Cornish cat in our South-of-England garden the very day she was killed by … Continue reading »