How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from ( Read more... )

"I thought I'd spend the evening screaming at the walls," said Gothly chattily.  "How about you?"

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I met my Virtual Friend Bunty on Friday. He was in the churchyard opposite the place where I teach, at the top of some steps that led nowhere; to lawns and a woodpile. He was lying in a patch of sunshine, eyes on the little clouds overhead, and looking as one would if one were thinking up a new tune (one part expectation, two parts spring sadness ( Read more... )

There are many canines in our neighbourhood, and most of them are a couple of sandwiches short of a picnic.


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It seems that the North Wales police are now taking a zero tolerance approach to graffiti. A couple of local kids have been fined eighty quid apiece for doing chalk pavement art. If they don't pay up, they will have to go to court. Were they my kids, I'd be inclined to take it to bloomin' court. But then, I'm rather fond of graffiti, even the ( Read more... )

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I shall forthwith take you on a photographic journey from my brother's house to my favourite coffee shop in Streatham.

First it's all quiet backstreets:


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I've fallen in love with a coffee shop in Streatham.  It's the place I go to whenever I'm in London, and it grows on me every time.  I was nattering with a camp middle-aged bloke in there yesterday--Deswald says he was "metrosexual", not camp, but anyway, this guy and I agreed that the place has a lovely atmosphere.  Apparently he goes there a lot ( Read more... )