I wrote this post on the train coming home last night. When I woke this morning, my better judgement told me not to publish it. But here it is now, nearly bedtime, and as I am in the midst of reading The Picture of Dorian Gray, it seems quite tame in comparison to his wickedness, so … Continue reading Didn’t We Have a Lovely Time The Day We Went to Bangor – or words to that effect.
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Ramblings from an ordinary Monday
I haven't done a blog post for three weeks. For the first two, there was nothing to report, except that I was plugging away on my manuscript, one thousand words at a time. I am about 40% into a first draft. I hope it doesn't die on the vine. I never plan, apart from a … Continue reading Ramblings from an ordinary Monday
Of Chimney Sweeps and Other Urchins
Derrick Knight's recent post on child labour and chimney sweeps prompted me to re-read my copy of Charles Kingsley's The Water Babies. I must have been around eleven when I last read this book. We didn't have television, and I didn't have a sibling near my age, so I was a voracious reader. Books were precious to me. … Continue reading Of Chimney Sweeps and Other Urchins
The Reluctant Retiree 