tonight I feel exquisitely pissed...and for hours and hours I have been wishig that I had some sort of communication with Aunty Mary... cannot explain more now...

mmm... yes, still loving some of these Psyche tracks especially September Moon and Buried Alive ( Read more... )

I am alone in the house again... I have lots of time like this... good time... I listen to the Psyche CD that came today, that was waiting for me, halfway through the letterbox, sort of stuck with its brown card packaging wedged against the edges of the aperture. But Psyche is no good in the daylight, so I draw the curtains and wallow in it... 11th ( Read more... )

I suppose I did spend a few hours in The Satanic Mill but it seems barely to have touched my consciousness... so I must be doing something right... I remember slipping out of The Mill during that time that is supposedly a tea break... I went through the nastily orange-tiled subway to see a nice lady who creates wonderful reproductions of old ( Read more... )

the world is still very cold and the lawn, rooftops and cars in the street are sugared with snow... the wren, robin and blackbirds are all in the back garden, pecking and hopping and looking for things to eat... I dare to open the back door... just long enough to put out food for them, though the action of opening the door sends them scurrying and ( Read more... )

mish-mash of days... it is Monday and the world is cold... drops and flakes of snow seem to fall or think of falling... the house is cold... when I get home from The Satanic Mill I drink habitual tea and feast on biscuits but then all life drains from my body... I sleep for hours as if waking will be quite beyond me... hundreds of things to do but ( Read more... )

On Sunday I went in to town to meet Lily... we had lunch in The Ben Crouch and of course I had one of those delicious Thing test-tubes... mmm ( Read more... )

How sad that Simon Thomas is going to be leaving Blue Peter... I cried when I heard the announcement.

Years ago, I was coming back across the Channel from Le Havre after a family holiday with my children. We had to have our passports stamped on the ferry, and there was a huge queue up to these very bored immigration officers. I'd made a passport for my small son's cuddly toy, a 3ft panda called Adnap (he used to hold him upside down, you see) I'd ( Read more... )

A truly modern man, William Rackham is what might be called a superstitious, atheist Christian; that is, he believes in a God who, while He may no longer be responsible for the sun rising, the saving of the Queen or the provision of daily bread, is still the prime suspect when anything goes wrong.