“There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated. Not in dreams; but here and now, in this room, with living people. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice with her hair blown back; she was about to grasp something…
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misogyny
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Far right or just right?
The only problem with being accused of being called far right is the stupidity and complete denial of reality of the accusers. I remember my mum saying to us as children when we asked ”you’re church of England”. I have no idea to this day what that meant but it…
Growing Old Wisely
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The sad old cat lady
My bro and Mrs came to visit me last week and it was just brilliant to see them both. Really brilliant. We laugh like hell and I love them both to bits. No drama or snide remarks. No walking on eggshells. I’ve gradually lost a sister in the last couple…
Sometime around now
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Sex and knitting
I’ve just finished watching The Obsession on Netflix. An excruciatingly bad remake of a classic but I was intrigued non the less. I can look back over my life and see it all now as clear as day. The good, the bad and the downright ugly. The ones I wanted…
Growing Old Wisely
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Hello to 2024
2023 has been kind to me in lot’s of ways. I’m very grateful for where I live, for my continuing good health and for my relationships with my daughter and big brother and his wife. I feel very lucky. Last year I gave up on the people that sapped me…
Sometime around now
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The Big Sixty
I reached a milestone this past weekend. The big 60’th birthday. I’ve entered the ‘elderly’ stage of life. It’s finally here. And it’s ok. I spent the weekend with my family and best friends: my beautiful, kind daughter and my precious, stinky little dogs. We gorged on unhealthy but delicious…
Words
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Keep your children close
I often think how lucky I am to have my daughter so close. In light of the recent atrocities in the world, even more so. I see my daughter several times a week. She often stays the night, comes for meals or sometimes we just go shopping. If she stays…
I remember in my thirties
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Memories in music
Following on from my post about Napster I thought I’d share a band that Napster introduced me to. I went on to buy several albums of theirs. But it’s been awhile and listening to the words of this particular song for the first time in years made me almost throw…
Forgetting
My sister asked me once why I wrote about these things. Why I didn’t let them go. It wasn’t phrased as sound advice. Just disdain. My weakness revealed to the world. I told her that we are not all made of stone. As hard as nails. Happier to forget than…