Time to think (37.2021)

This week, I have been concerned about wasps: the winged insect kind, not white Anglo-Saxon Protestants. They have built a nest in my neighbour’s roof. I don’t know how long they’ve been there but on the weekend I saw a lot of flying things caught in the sunlight over their roof while I was doing… Continue reading Time to think (37.2021)

Putting the pieces back together (31.2021)

It's strange how pieces from different places connect sometimes. I'm not talking about jigsaws here (for once). I heard this week that one of the more interesting novels I've read in recent years, Drive your Plow over the Bones of the Dead by Olga Tokarczuk, has been made into a movie called Spoor. I found… Continue reading Putting the pieces back together (31.2021)

Back in the old routine (26.2021)

It's always tough adjusting back to work after a holiday. Being stationary for longer periods of time, having to think and concentrate, and worst of all, not having regular access to British TV murdering programmes. The last one was easiest to solve, and Husband and I - for our sins - are watching old episodes… Continue reading Back in the old routine (26.2021)