Still, here was some drama; the sparse, beautiful yet harsh surroundings; the fact that the red light had just appeared beneath my petrol gauge; the intimidating realisation that I had to make a 360 degree turn in a mud sodden field in my tired little 207.
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Dear Mr man in the Van #2 of 3.
You pay me no attention and I don’t blame you but I wish you good luck and want to remember your call. The lights have changed now, Mr ‘Bring out your dead’, you’ll be needing to unfold the legs you raised and rested on the ‘crossbar’, release the brake, ring your bell, call and leave.
Dear Mr Man at the Station
To the small group who stroll chatting, slapping various joints to increase circulation and to the lungers, striders, slipper shufflers and park dancers, you are…
From her Poppy
It’s a very different ‘blog’ I write today. You see, I left Shanghai for summer in London and the jet lag barely subsided before we were called to the hospital: my nan had suffered a heart attack and was critically ill. Perhaps one day I will write about tubes, vigils and being lost but forContinue reading “From her Poppy”
Cataracts and Dirty Vests
21st May I didn’t sleep the night before last. Well, that’s a lie. I did actually sleep. For four hours. Now I don’t usually have trouble with sleeping; in an annoying explicitly counterproductive way, occasionally, when I’m stressed I’ll wake part way through the night and that’ll be it. It’s funny, sleep never eludesContinue reading “Cataracts and Dirty Vests”
Shopping – Nicht gut
And, I don’t think there be such a thing as a Highway Code here? 22nd Jan Today my year 9s and I wondered around the school pretending we were aliens and describing objects as if we’d never seen them before to gain a better understanding of perspective. Then we watched Edward Scissorhands whilst writing poetry. IContinue reading “Shopping – Nicht gut”
She went to Shanghai 