Category Archives: Unreliable memories

The weekend is a time to get washing and ironing done. The rules of the apartment complex bar hanging any washing outside, so a change of bed linen requires having time to allow the wash cycle to complete and for … Continue reading →

A song by Bo Diddley was played on the radio. Its mood seemed timeless, rooted in its own decade, it seemed music that might be played at any time in an indeterminate future. No-one in our family was musical. In … Continue reading →

Some of those I teach have reached their eighteenth birthday before the school year has even begun. It seems odd that adults would be sitting at desks in a secondary school classroom. I am not sure when the English school … Continue reading →

Someone is said to have done research at one point about why it rained so often at weekends and bank holidays. The theory proposed was that vehicle emissions were generally lower on such days, allowing the wet weather fronts to … Continue reading →

While I have spent the past two days attending meetings and preparing classes at my new school in Dublin, my nephews are still enjoying the penultimate week of the summer holidays. The new term at Huish Episcopi does not begin … Continue reading →