Now is my chance

What a silly saying! Now is always my chance. There is no other time. Only now. Only, now is my chance, before other things take up my time, to squeeze in a quick blog, because there is only so much learning about terminology management that any sensible soul can take. Besides which, in the last... Continue Reading →

Figs for free

Last Saturday morning I succumbed to the temptation to walk to one of my favourite coffee shops, about 1,200 metres from my home. As you might recall, I still have  some restrictions in movement because of a herniated disc in my lumbar region as a result of a car accident almost three months ago. My... Continue Reading →

Life is like an avocado tree

It is high time I wrote on this topic. Life is like an avocado tree. It is. Forgive the enormous extrapolation from the very basic idea that my life as I am experiencing it today is like the avocado tree in my garden. Now you can see why the formulation "life is like an avocado... Continue Reading →

Shoots and leaves

We feel better once we're shot of it. It leaves us refreshed, with more space for new growth, where we can breathe.

Bucket for the unwanted

What you also really need is... a bucket for all those unwanted commas, a sense of humour and a sense of the serious.

Sons of the morning

At least stars are feminine in Portuguese and, I rather fancy, come out in the evening. It was at eventide that I took some fat oil pastel sticks and made this bad drawing of the house opposite. I made it much brighter than it actually is because that is how it looks with foreign eyes... Continue Reading →

Smashed nuts

You probably think I should have said cracked, but these almonds, which I picked off the pavement under my neighbour's tree this afternoon, were smashed with the hammer. The pliers, about thirty years old and kept chiefly for sentimental reasons, were used merely to secure the nut in place.  As each shell was opened, I... Continue Reading →

Meh, and the fuck-it generation

They have been validated by the sophistry that everything is defined by how the egocentric individual feels about it.

Scrabble tiles & string bikinis

My beloved, who could not spell for toffee, was good at spotting the high-value gaps on the board.

Lisboa is a woman

She surprises me with... a more expansive than imagined body, heart and soul.

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