Stray thoughts, tamed.
The minute I saw the swing seat, I thought at once of grass fences so common until about the 1970s in the country now known as Zimbabwe. You might think that is a curious association to make when faced with Christmas decoration in a Portuguese town square. Let me explain. In a land where the... Continue Reading →
Janeishly has found her way back to writing again after a seemingly long absence. She has an advent calendar that ushered in a ritual of drinking a different flavour herb tea every evening and she has instituted writing prompts for those who care to join her. Chance would be a fine thing! We cannot get... Continue Reading →
How my relationship with my two computer screens has altered within a few short months and shifts in how I relate to the information I consume every day.
Things I don't normally think about are taking up and awful lot of headspace.
The weight of sadness buries some smidgins of joy.
An arc of appreciation spanning years, countries, languages – and colleagues who have enriched my thought life immeasurably.
Smidgins of joy hidden on blank pages.
Fluff articles in the Portuguese press always bring with them smidgins of joy.
Yesterday and the day before now have differently coloured smidgins of joy.
Homemade smidgins of pizza joy
That elusive pair of jeans 