If, like me, you have birthed three boys it’s inevitable that most family days out involve one sports or another… there have been holidays with trips to baseball matches, basketball games, hockey arenas and even a football game in Thailand once. ‘Soccer’ that is, we’re still missing an American Football game. Yesterday we travelled 3 …
Lives of Girls and Women, by Alice Munro. In the limbo week between Christmas and New Year, life goes on, a little bit slower than normal, a little fuzzy at the edges but still on it rolls. I like it. I like not having a clue what day of the week it is, I like …
I heard the Bells on Christmas Day by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow I heard the bells on Christmas dayTheir old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet the words repeatOf peace on earth, good will to men. I thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all ChristendomHad rolled along th’unbroken songOf peace on earth, good …
… one of my favourite Christmas Carols… Four more sleeps…
Another Christmas poem for you… Searching for Christmas by Brian Bilston If you like this poem… check out the others! Brian’s poetry book is called You Took the Last Bus Home: The Poems of Brian Bilston…
… ok… I’ve been messing around with the design of this blog so… HELLO again… do let me know if things look a little out of kilt… Christmas (by John Betjeman) The bells of waiting Advent ring,The Tortoise stove is lit againAnd lamp-oil light across the nightHas caught the streaks of winter rainIn many a …
and see you all in the new year… let’s make 2020 the best one yet. Deal? See you soon!
Last night I went to the cinema… to watch the perfect Christmas movie… … so it goes without saying that today’s song must be…. …ah… the tinsel… the shoulder pads… the permed hair… the cheesy snowball fight… the giant sweaters…. They just don’t make them like that anymore! It was 1984 folks,… 35 years ago. …
I don’t know why I do this to myself… but the moment the calendar gets busier, the to do lists longer… my brain tricks me into thinking that I can do MORE and I can MAKE things… Yeah right. I should be laying in the bath in the dark with only a candle and some …
I felt a Funeral in my Brain (280) – by Emily Dickinson I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,And Mourners to and froKept treading – treading – till it seemedThat Sense was breaking through – And when they all were seated,A Service, like a Drum –Kept beating – beating – till I thoughtMy mind was …
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