I love using my fountain pen. I grew up with ink and pens and never really took to Biro though I can see their usefulness. But even today I still think my neatest and most beautiful writing is done in pencil, because I learned to write in pencil and I can still see myself trying…
Tag: mother
Love Makes Things Harder
It is very tough. Even though one is tired and even though the Government recognises this and had instituted a programme of respite care, giving both the cared for and the carer two weeks away from each other every two months, it is still very hard. When one’s mother doesn’t wish to go, says she…
Wet Dogs And Sleepless Nights
Yesterday it really rained for the first time in weeks and my rough collie, ever the eighteen month old lady, sat in the garden playing pull the garden hose (the lovely roll I make is now a squiggly mess around the flower beds) and was thoroughly drenched. Even after a hearty rub with the large…
Connections
Words pander to the literate. In doing this weblog I do not want it to become a kind of psychoanalysis, something to which I am not much given. Many years ago my mother told me that Ted Hughes used words as a form of therapy for some darkness within him. The reason why he is…