Warning - Inner work taking place...
“Your memory is a monster; you forget—it doesn't. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you—and summons them to your recall with will of its own. You think you hav…
Greater love hath no man...
The title of this post refers to a very well known line from John's Gospel: "Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." The surrounding lines provide a bit of c…
Facebook makes you miserable...
I came across this item a few days ago - the hardly surprising revelation thatlurking around on Facebook makes you miserable. Although 'lurking' - looking at social media without interacting with any…
And so in to 2017
My attitude towards New Year's Eve this year was summed up rather well when I went to Asda this afternoon to buy 'the boys' - our 2 cats, Jarvis and Marvin - some cooked chicken. They like this as a t…
Memories of a Sunday afternoon
Since I turned 50, I've occasionally found my thoughts turning back towards my childhood and adolescence. I've no idea why - my parents are both dead, I'm estranged from my biological family and have …
Today me, tomorrow you
A few weeks ago I wrotethis Blog Post around the theme of Today You, Tomorrow Me, a 'pay it forward' sentiment summed up in the attitude of someone doing a favour for someone on the ground of 'Today y…
Want, wear, read, need?
This is a post about Christmas presents. The timing and planning is somewhat off - I intended to write this about 3 weeks ago. If you're still contemplating buying Christmas gifts now, either swiftly…
Adulting....
In recent years I've heard the word 'adulting' used to describe various types of behaviour. I have to say that when I first heard it, I thought it was being used in a joking manner, but it appears th…
The mysterious chicken....
I'm blessed with having a number of caring friends who often surprise me with their generosity. Recent gifts have included fleece's, scarves, choocolate by the barrow load and...well...a raw chicken. …
Small fires in jam jars
By the time I got interested in radio and electronics - when I was about 10 years old, in the early 1970s, most new radios and TVs weren't using valves anymore; you'd still find old stuff in junk stor…