seeing the humanity and joy in our everyday
It was a hot summer’s day, it was school sports day, 8am and no school lunch. Or rather picnic lunch.
It was a hot summer’s day, school sports day, 8am, no picnic prepared – no problem. I was going to attend the day, and bring the picnic lunch with me.
Continue reading “The potato and the stone”
In a few weeks, the blog celebrates a year of existence. So I thought of telling you more about it and about the new challenge that I am launching. Continue reading “My hashtag challenge”
A Christmas jumper is ‘a top pulled over the head to cover the torso, themed with a Christmas or winter-style design.’ Save the Children UK encourage people to wear a Christmas jumper on a specific day in December (it’s the 14th this year) and raise money for the charity. Most people wear Christmas jumpers outside of that one day, during Advent and Christmas.
And did you also know that you can still see the living proof of the seas on the London Green Belt? I did not. Continue reading “Round ocean pebbles”
I had with me one photo album, one diary, pens, a couple of books, a Walkman (do you remember those?), my university diploma and a very small wardrobe of mainly tops and bottoms. The only pair of shoes I had thought of taking was on me and it lasted a whole year. I still retain wonderful memories – my best ever shoes!
‘It’ is the leftover lunch that is awaiting, unopened, on the school rack. It was abandoned since Friday, so it had a whole weekend to work its way into life.
My uncle, forever the erudite, would list clouds in their Latin names: cirrostratus, altostratus, stratocumulus; he might say something about the troposphere. My youngest daughter would ignore the question altogether and would quiz me on the lack of planes and helicopters in the sky.
Continue reading “On clouds … and how to keep warm in winter”
It is the same day, 11am.
Let us piece the rest of the day, from various sources:
My feelings: of embarrassment, or rather pure terror. In my usual life, I smile and laugh a lot, especially in inappropriate moments. I was somehow convinced I was going to burst out with laughter, so pinching myself I sat, in a fixed uncomfortable position, throughout the ceremony. I remember nothing else.
Continue reading “Our wedding – PART II, or how to piece one memory from different sources”