It is difficult being me. I cringe at sloppy grammar & poor speech, so to seek the company of those who should know better, would lead me to attend dinner parties with "our sort of people". Yes?
Language and its importance in the modern world. And example or two of useful, empathetic and compassionate uses of the English language. Also, the disturbing anecdote of a caring person's mistake.
A fairly lighthearted (though basically bitter) retelling of the history of having a room converted into a bathroom. With no offence meant to men on horses, the builders were a crowd of evil cowboys.
A somewhat less than learned attempt to explain Restless Legs Syndrome and possible ways of diminishing its effects. The writer is a sufferer, yet can describe the condition with some little humour.
India, 1946. Independence looms. Day in the life of a Chota Sahib. But this young boy doesn’t realise that he is the baby who will be thrown out with the bathwater. He’s Indian, but the wrong colour.
A simple heartfelt poem, beautifully expressed, written by a Memsahib, leaving British India for good, at Independence of that great and wonderful country. She left a great part of her heart there.
Aphrodite sleeping - Louvre ...
Attempt to gently take the piss out of the rabid Little Englanders who think that the United Kingdom is so much better than any amount of "Dreadful Foereigners". Be Loyal; be Patriotic... but Grow Up
I burned midnight oil to write this & hardly anybody has bothered to read it. However, the ones who did are an awesome crowd so I'm not complaining much. An affectionate glance at a much loved poem.
A West Australian beach. Hot sun, soft white sand, a gentle breeze & the surf crashing in & pouring up the sand; then withdrawing until the next seventh wave. Idyllic. Safe. Summer at its best.
A deeply sensitive and, I hope, empathetic attempt to gently guide the recently (or otherwise) made single again. There is hope, dear friends, of rebuilding trust... Alternately one could try murder.
There are people, and surely you know some, Who have told you already, this year, That they won’t be sending out C cards The ones full of Greetings and Cheer They say that their reasons...