Category Archives: The stuff of daily life

I was thinking about my grand aunt. We called her ‘Nell’, my grand uncle called her ‘Helen’. Only by doing research for the family tree did I discover her official name was ‘Nellie’. It was not a name that had … Continue reading →

The pharmacy hadn’t all the tablets to make up my prescription when I called last Wednesday. I was given enough for a week and told to call back. Going to collect the balance of the medication, I realised it would … Continue reading →

The man stood staring at me. Wearing an old brown anorak with the hood pulled up, his pallor was paler than that of some corpses I have seen. Curly white hair was visible beneath his hood, his beard had a … Continue reading →

A colleague who retired in the 1980s used to comment, “at least there is no poverty now.” Of course, he was right. There was nothing comparable with the conditions of the 1930s when he had been a young man. But … Continue reading →

Fuchsia is in bloom in the garden of a friend. April seems an early time for it. It evokes a jumble of images that crowded into the mind. It evoked a windswept beach with clouds tumbling across the sky with … Continue reading →