It would seem the last words of yesterday’s diary (“If I didn’t suspect otherwise, I would say I have flu”) were, in all likelihood, highly accurate. I have just been given the...
17.13 Rising 07.00. Morning reading, thinking and writing. I Advance Masked – Before & After - Day Thirteen c. 12.00… Onto a quiet street. Within our small high street...
Those who know and who are known
Essays, Expostulations, Epistolaries, Elephantosities and words not beginning with an 'E'
18.02 Rising 07.00. Morning reading… Morning listening: Kaija Saariaho. Following three...
17.17 I Advance Masked – Day Eleven… … and down the garden for tea with T&he...
There is something wonderful about the moment that your body insists that you are ill and everything...
