I have been on haitus; hiding away from the world, trying to work out where I belong and if and how I fit in ( Read more... )

I can't differentiate the weeks. I don't know when things happened, largely because they didn't happen. I went to work - in Dublin iirc - did some work. Swore about the frustrations of this and that. Came home. Ate, drank, tried to sleep ( Read more... )

Yesterday was not a good day ( Read more... )

Victoria Jane Ashton

Died February 14th, so many years ago

The wind is rattling the chains in the back garden. They are used in the summer months for the garden canopy; it stretches from the back of the house to metal poles and provides a beautiful shade across the decking. The wind, strong enough to make the metal links dance and eager enough to come down the chimneys in B flat; a Victorian pipe organ ( Read more... )

"Thanks for this inquiry which I have passed on to our PGR convenor Dr T-- r. Though your proposal is interesting, I am heavily involved in a REF sub-panel at the moment and unable to take on any more commitments at present."

It is all getting a bit much. Some weeks are easier than others, but this one has been hard ( Read more... )

Sometimes people don't know where to stop. They can't see the lines in the sand; or perhaps they don't know what they mean. You can't cross a ghost fence, becomes you mustn't cross a ghost fence, and finally the magic fades away and the power is lost ( Read more... )

I think the best summary of the last few days would be that I did not have enough sleep. The weekend passed pleasantly enough, but not enough of it was spent resting ( Read more... )

The week started with so much energy behind it that I thought it would be easy, but here I am on Thursday and starting to run out of steam ( Read more... )