Saturday, 31 January 2009

Kindness and comfort

Bit of this
The wind sings four different songs through around the lamp post. Each fluorescent case sirensa slightly different song. I have never noticed before 4 light spillers on 1 post.

I have been cold to my very core all day, sprinting to the bus I just make it, but am unable to find my return ticket. "You are going to love me" I say pulling a 20 pound note. "No you  are going to love me" he replies shaking his head, eying me up he nods me on stopping around the corner to check I have it. A huge wave of gratitude floods me warming me slightly.

Coming out of Morisions on the way home my ears catch roar of enthusiasm and chanting from the footie ground. I promise myself when I am not so knackered, me and the camera will check it out.

Bit of that
Experience is not what happens to a man. It is what a man does whit what happens to him.
Aldous Huxley
(the sofa dog and cat moulded around me when I got home. I turn to liquid and all tensions ebbs away. The sofa is such a treat that I am not sorry I chose comfort over cold).       

Friday, 30 January 2009

Shape and illusion

Bit of this
Legs in black lacy stockings, pointing skywards, in the peddle position decorating M&S window.

Outline against blue sky. A workman knelt on the top of shed roof, hammering nails in.

The shape of grief. Today it is the same spiral, every atom of my being impaled, journeying down toward a thin spiky tip I cannot see. I am confused , I hear his voice so clearly.
From somewhere you can smell spring, you are reminding me. As you lay dying of your favorite tape Secret Garden.

Bit of that
Tired so tired. You only stayed alive to go to the school fete, some avoided us but most were so kind.
You felt it."All their love was like a shield mum". You whispered in bed as I talked about the day. When you finally slipped into sleep it was forever.
And then I slowly recreated myself.
And in the instant of finishing that last sentence I know why your tenacious spirit echoed within me.

Thursday, 29 January 2009

Book and bling were my bowl)

Bit of this
I step from the library into unexpected sunshine, deep in my bag is Simon Barnes how to a bad bird watcher, lately of the treasure trolly, now mine forever at 50-pence.

Silver talons delicately hand me my change and receipt, red shop store shirt, red hair, 2 inches of black beads adorn left and right wrist. Older face bringing bling into her day and mine.

I take cherries to share at work, to remind us that "life is a bowl of cherries", and am rewarded with a brilliant smile and eyes that instantly light up.

Bit of that
On the keyboard of life, it pays to keep a finger on the Escape key.
(just be on lookout for a chink to drift though)

Wednesday, 28 January 2009

No go

Bit of this
Rectangular, silver, sprawling, and shrouded in belching smoke, disappearing into the fog. Dominating the approach to the roundabout, I am fascinated and want to explore, but although inviting me, it is guarded by tall fence and security men. I miss the cheerful blue and yellow bird once logo on the main gate.

Hat at a jaunty angle, bright red swishing jagged skirt, straight black jacket, striding away on statement heels. Unapproachable?

Black cat peeking out of golden carrier bag, glinting eye daring me to move her.

Bit of that
(on the Berlin wall)
It is that Graffiti book again! a source of endless smiles

Tuesday, 27 January 2009


Bit of this
Thick fog, hedges trees and telegraph poles, a graphic world painted in black and grey.

New brick, 1 supports 2, 1 supports 2, 1 supports 2, on and on. Some perfectly cut to key in windows and corners. Precise line of cement. How do they such straightness?

Small boy, large black paper laid on floor. White chalk a dizzying maze of line. concentrated absorption of an artist at work.

Bit of that
The mark of a truly great salesman  is that he can make his wife feel sorry for the girl who lost her underwear in his car.
(bet he has never thought in a straight line ever)

Monday, 26 January 2009

History here and elsewhere

Bit of this
A Suluky runs faster than whippet throwing a punch. I find the vet and I have matured together, him like a good malt me like a plum!!!!

Loose myself in the Archive hour, an oral history of King Cross. The delights of a DAB radio that records. 

The stable clock chimes eight as I walk past,  it has been quiet for years, I remember a yard full of jockeys, and banter.

Bit of that
One thing you can't recycle is wasted time.

Sunday, 25 January 2009

Relaxation and play

Bit of this
Indulged in pure play the whole evening, painting with light. Beautiful blue venetian glass vase, 2 blowzy hydrangea, with an enthusiastic mate. What more could you want.

Midnight hot frothy chocolate, peace and book.

Found clue when I returned from playing, indicating men of house off early to Wales, up at 5 doing my "love is" bit making a picnic for journey. Returned to bed with breakfast on a tray and said good book. with furry friends.

Bit of that
One should take good care not to grow too wise for so great a pleasure of life as laughter.
(Joseph Addison 1672-1719)
Not much chance of me growing wise, now can't even publish comment on Blogger!!!!!!!
Am off to eat chocolate and dance to loud music to get rid of frustration.

Saturday, 24 January 2009

Out early

Bit of this
Feet cosy in fur lined boots crunching across rock hard ground.

Ice has formed around the edges of 3 large puddles, one has a pool of water in the middle surrounded by thin ice with circular cracks running around, the tip of by boot makes a thin tinkling sound as I gently tap. 

Looking down the hill track, a solitary tiny figure in a blue frost landscape wearing a bright red coat, following the contour of the river.

Bit of that
I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in the years of maturity.
(Albert Einstein 1921) 
Bang on the nail I reckon.

Friday, 23 January 2009

small things

Bit of this
Out of the corner of my eye, a 4 year old in shocking pink dress and pink feather boa floats past.

I feel a calm descend, turning around I see Mrs A in quiet meditation eyes closed hands surrounding warm mug. I notice the children on her dinner table are quietly munching lunch, it fills the rest of the space all are quieter.  

Whippet startles a flock of small birds feeding on stubble. They take off as one,  flashing molten wings picked out by golden sunshine.

Bit of that
This life is a test 
it is only a test.
Had it been actual life
you would have received 
further instructions on
where to go and what to do.
(found on a bulletin board)

Thursday, 22 January 2009


Bit of this
My first post card has arrived, I am tickled pink. Something I picked up from.
Clare of Tumbridge Wells , the site has been like a pebble in a still pond sending ripples and expending my own circles.

Felt the fist drops of rain, turned, behold, a perfect arc of color.

Caught sight of reflection, huddled against the cold in my luxurious white dressing gown, looked like an aging hoodie. Not a bad thing to be, my experiences wiv hoodies have been positive and it got me a cuddle. Courtesy of some politician's hug a hoodie campaign.

Bit of that
Whether you think you can or think you can't, you're right (Henry Ford) 
Thought I'd cracked copying links appears not. I can and will learn ONE DAY!

Wednesday, 21 January 2009

The need to be creative

Bit of this
Someone has been very inventive with white spray paint, I have a square and a pleasing curvy line right outside my front door. As I walk around the village it is a discovery of interesting works of art denoting 'oles the council have to fill.

As I watched 2 men board up yet another shop, I rather hoped local youth would come along and be creative with some colorful graffiti.

The concentration in learning to knit on 4 needles is huge, why I ever thought sox could be accomplished when I cannot do the simplest of jigsaw puzzles! June has spent half an hour being utterly patient, I feel she will be crying with exasperation before me, bless her. What with that and the huge learning curve required now I have discovered all these wonderful things on the internet, I realized to my horror I had created 3 blogs in my attempt to get this one started. I do wish I had a friendly teenager who could demystify the computer.

Bit of that

If you see an unattended bag - go up and talk to her. (The graffiti file)
I love it I should have similar emblazon on chest!

Tuesday, 20 January 2009

Looking and seeing

bit of this
Old stamps sparkle in water, some are tiny exquisite works of art, so colourful.  Coarse what I am going to do with them remains to be seen. They will probably be homed in a pretty tin but at least taking less room while waiting for inspiration to strike.

White dove lounging in J's small bowl of water, looks out at me with cool calm eye.

A whisper of pastel pink, the first sign of blossom. Sharp yellow beak spears a dark red  cranberry, gulp gone.

bit of that
People who say it cannot be done should not interrupt those who are doing it.
congratulations Mr president 

Monday, 19 January 2009


Bit of this
Wake up at 5.30, realize it is raining, dog and cat join our morning cuppa. Whippet snuggles between us. The cats throaty purr vibrates through my body as she slides into her most relaxed pose. We lay cheek by cheek.

Feel pleased to have created order from the chaos of my trail of books and paper, every scrap precious. books I want to track down, things that have grabbed my attention ready to Google, and words that have chimed into my consciousness as I live the day. Of course on closer inspection I realize I have just re-arranged the piles!  

Delicious home made sweet potato soup, with nan bread and smooth silky yogurt.

Bit of that
Turn off the television. Don't read the news paper. It's all full of what went wrong yesterday.
(Betty Williams PEACE, 1976) 

Sunday, 18 January 2009

this is going to be a learning curve!

bit of this
here goes you gotta a start somewhere my first leap into blog  
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Bovver boys from the blackbird brigade are bouncing about the garden strutting their stuff, having dust ups and attracting the girls, who are also getting touchy chasing each other off my postage stamp of a garden.

Rainbow colors dancing as the crystal sways madly about catching the winter sun. memories of Andrew x

Good neighbour June promises to help with sock knitting project, I am ignited into action by 2 events. 
1 Finished reading the knitting circle by Anne Hood, 
2 John's death.
stop reading your life away girl and start ticking off thing on your hit list.

Bit of that
Be alert. Your county need lerts. (picked from The Graffiti File - Nigel Rees)
Well I am blowed if I can see an isbn number to quote, it is official then I am definite a lert!