Back to the Future
On the whole I neither think about the past or the future, I tend to be in the present. Unless something has gone wrong, or I have something to look forward to. At the moment something has gone wrong and my head is in the past, mostly, reminiscing. I’m in Kent, and not at home in Moffat. I’m staying in the home of my youngest sister, Angela, because she died on the tenth (10.01.24) and her daughter is broken. I cannot leave her just yet. Being in Kent, where I grew up, and having lost my beloved sister, I am … Continue reading Back to the Future
American Pie
I haven’t had the most positive of years, two injuries, one after the other, left me unable to do much. I could barely walk for about a year and a half. I’m fine now, but it’s freezing out so I’m … Continue reading American Pie
Untitled
At the moment I’m not terribly good at anything. My head is full of storm clouds and thunder because my sister is very, very ill. And I live hundreds of miles away from her so I can’t do anything to … Continue reading Untitled
Mumsey
What brings a tear of joy to your eye? I’m not a particularly ‘tears of joy’ sort, but one thing that is guaranteed to bring such a tear to my eye is seeing my son walk through the arrivals gate … Continue reading Mumsey
It’s Physical
What do you enjoy most about writing? I like pretty much everything about writing. I like the way you start with a nugget of an idea that expands as you keep at it. You know how you can see someone … Continue reading It’s Physical
Homer
I am incorrigibly domestic. I love kitchens, and stripy cushions, and stationery. Today, at the local farmer’s market, I bought a pottery spoon, even though I can barely afford anything to scoop. Any shop I owned would have to sell … Continue reading Homer
Nurse!
Now, where was I? Ah, yes, stories… The Husband (TH) returned from looking for his friend. He’d gone to the address he’d been given by the woman in The Poetry Pharmacy, which he recognised as soon as he saw it … Continue reading Nurse!
Medicaid
Since its inception I’ve been wanting to visit The Poetry Pharmacy. It is, however, over a four hour drive away, in a tiny town in Shropshire, close to the border with Wales. And it hadn’t been long open when Covid … Continue reading Medicaid
We don’t need no stinking diamonds
My sister’s best friend just go engaged. To propose, her bloke booked afternoon tea, and a suite, at the Savoy. She now has an enormous diamond on her finger. My husband proposed between mouthfuls of cereal, in a rented room … Continue reading We don’t need no stinking diamonds
A habit of sorts
I pretty much do wear one outfit over and over again, or various iterations of it. I am a creature of habit, being autistic and all, and now I’ve found an outfit that works for me, I’m unlikely to change … Continue reading A habit of sorts
Eryl Gasper-Dick, still curious 