When I Met Oberon ( Read more... )

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I have been sitting at the computer for hours... wasted hours, I'm afraid, as none of my efforts came to anything. And now I am drinking Campari... it is a lovely colour...

Anyway... here I am again... simply because I have been busily writing about things that happened eight years ago and thought, well, actually I would like to write about today... though, technically, I suppose I mean yesterday as I have drifted into Sunday morning. Saturday morning was okay... much reading of E.M. Delafield's "The Diary of a ( Read more... )

Well, the Satanic Mill fell away behind me several months ago... and there was a delicious period of freedom... I have now found a new mill but it is not quite so Satanic, in fact there are many books to be seen there and books are usually good things to have around one ( Read more... )

"How happy I was! I don't remember any time quite so perfect since the days when I was too little to do lessons and was turned out with sugar on my eleven o'clock bread and butter on to a lawn closely strewn with dandelions and daisies. The sugar on the bread and butter has lost its charm, but I love the dandelions and daisies even more ( Read more... )

a little chaotic as usual... today has been a day off... it is supposed to be freedom, isn't it? and, yes, I suppose it was but I didn't seem to feel free enough... never quite seem to get beyond the point of frustratingly far behind... something pops up in to my mind now and then about a manager who kept a list of jobs that his work force were ( Read more... )

I am alone in the house again. The sunshine coming in. Very peaceful. I sort of ought to be at work but still my right hand is damaged and not up to much. I have spoken to Isabel and said that I will go back tomorrow... of course I have no desire whatever to go back there tomorrow... But if I wait for that desire... well, of course, it will never ( Read more... )

I wrote to Annie yesterday... and the subject of love came up... so I wrote about Simon and Gerard and the importance they had in my life. Special beacons. And last night I dreamt of Simon. I am so glad. So glad that he came back to me. So glad that I had that time with him. Dreamtime. It's very vague now and hard to describe but I know we were ( Read more... )

Again months seem to have passed... and I never mean to be quite so drifty and vague... I mean, not QUITE so drifty and vague... I phoned Lily this evening and may go to see her soon when she sings at The Barbican, or else when she sings at a little church in Haslemere... it might be her birthday by the time I see her... I spoke to Sally as well, ( Read more... )