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July 9, 2014

June 25, 2014

June 23, 2014

Less is More

I love reading articles about other writers and how they work. But when some of them say that they go to their writing space at about nine o'clock in the morning and finish work at six, I always feel a mixture of awe and inadequacy. For me, two hours of 'proper' writing is enough. Any more than that and my head starts to feel fuzzy and my body wilts. It has always made me feel rather a lightweight. After all sitting at a laptop or writing in a notebook are never going to make it on to a list...
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Published on June 23, 2014 04:36

June 18, 2014

June 14, 2014

Three Little Foxes

Even though we live in the city we have had a lot of foxes in our garden over the years. At the moment we are being visited, morning and evening, by a vixen and her three cubs. The cubs are muddy in colour and haven't yet developed the rich red coat of their mother. Their pointy ears look far too big for their heads and their long, white-tipped tails brush the ground as they explore, diving in and out of the flower borders. Two of the cubs are fairly cautious. They never stray far from Mum, w...
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Published on June 14, 2014 03:00

June 11, 2014

June 7, 2014

A Special Chair

When I was very small I used to sit in this chair a lot.




Sometimes I would sit in it to watch television. Sometimes my Mother would pull it up to a small oak table, (which I still have), and serve my tea. I remember soft, golden scrambled egg with bread and butter or a small piece of fish with some parsley sauce or, one of my favourites, ravioli by a company called Hero. You can still get Hero ravioli in a tin if you go to Spain but I can't find it in the U.K. any more. Sometimes I would sit i...
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Published on June 07, 2014 03:04

June 4, 2014

May 30, 2014

The Wonder of Words

Last weekend I read a really good article by the DJ Chris Evans about the value of reading bedtime stories. It was a story told from the heart and one of the things he said was that he wished he knew more words and knew how better to weave together more magical phrases. He felt that he was too late to join the 'word party'. Actually I don't think this is true. But why is it that some words and facts are easier to remember than others? In my cloakroom I have a map of the United States and I am...
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Published on May 30, 2014 08:54

May 27, 2014