A little while back I posted a short poem about Godfrey. One or two comments revealed a general lack of contact with a blog that featured this vagabond fellow. It is sad when one finds a mineshaft full of delight and whimsy, nonsense and sagacity all stirred together until one day it vanishes into some netherworld. You could never tell from one post to the … Continue reading In Memory of Godfrey.
She made quite a fuss when Albert died and the family suggested that she move, firstly in with Sophie just until they worked out what to do with the house and then when that was settled she would need to go into a serviced unit. If she did need to move, and her preference was to stay right where she was, she did not want … Continue reading A most valuable ring.
I remember now. Dale Williams, that was her name. I won’t write her real name because I never do unless I have asked permission. I was twenty then but first I’ll tell why I remembered her. We here in Victoria and in Melbourne in particular have gone through some really strict times of lockdown during the last two years. Two hundred and forty days in … Continue reading The Hostess’s story.
I just looked at a reply I wrote to Gwen yesterday. There were four typos or words that made no sense. So here is my excuse. I am house sitting while my son and his wife are away waiting for a baby to be born. I have my iPad and it is difficult to write on with my fingers so I use the dictation method … Continue reading Personal Explanation
I hope you have seen Kelly MacDonald in the movie The Girl in the Café, because if you have you will know why I am in love, and also why I am so sad. And if you really care about me, or about anything, you will look it up and watch it. She speaks with a Scots accent and Bill Nighy is very English, and he is … Continue reading In Love and In Dreams.
If I didn’t have dreams and if I didn’t wake in the middle of the night then I would never write anything, I wouldn’t have much to say and I wouldn’t remember my friends – all of you. And Worzelodd. My Vagabond Friend I woke from a dream that was so, so real I woke to the sound of my heart For I sat, in … Continue reading Remembering Godfrey
The short and eventful life of my Great Uncle Sam. On Tuesday 13th of June 1882 my mother’s uncle Samuel Johnson died aged 15 and a bit. My mother never knew him – he died 33 years before she was born. Bacchus Marsh, where he lived, was a very new area and not yet officially a town although a Post Office was opened in 1844. He … Continue reading The Death of my Great Uncle Sam.
The writer awoke as is his wont at 5.23 am in the morning and staggered to the bathroom stubbing his naked toes on a heavy set of Encyclopaedia Britannica that lay scattered and unordered in the passageway. A new abcekoos had been ordered alphabetically which did not placate those ordered by colour codes. Why don’t you two come to some kind of agreement? What is … Continue reading Zen and the Bookshelves again.
It begins when the bookshop opens its door on the first day after the lockdown is lifted. And before you continue reading I suggest you take a wander into the lounge room or the study or even, if you have the permission to be so bold, into your partner’s room. Or maybe you are lucky and you have an enthusiastic book-reading maniac teenager. You can … Continue reading Zen and the art of Bookshelf arrangement
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Did you know that smoking is injurious to health? Don’t beat yourself down if you didn’t. How could you? Had Siddharth Shukla, the 40ish year old recently deceased actor, died ever before? May he rest in eternal peace! Om shanti! And since this was the first time he died, there was no way our venerated tabloids, journos and writers could have… Continue reading Lifelong Learning