Today is the day of Elizabeth’s funeral. A rethink.

I keep thinking Land Rovers.

I think Dutchy Organics.

Purveyors of fine foods to HRH.

It’s a jumble.

Non-narrative

It’s odd.   When I try to write anything about my past – childhood or later years; It always comes-out like this.   I cannot seem to string a sentence together that reaches the end of the line; or, at least not consistently.   It is as if the past is encoded as fragments asContinue reading “Non-narrative”