The butterfly beats its wings, and we are all prisoners of time.
The guest that over-stayed its welcome.
The Waltzer that doesn’t stop.
Sorry to start your Sunday morning with a morbid topic, but there you go. I have been thinking about my experiences of death – indeed those of any doctor working in a hospital and those of people in general. They are different worlds. Last night I watched a little of ‘New Amsterdam’ with my sonContinue reading “Death”
When in pain, when angry or upset, which words come to my lips?
I have been blogging now for almost three years – thanks to those of you who have stuck with me throughout. For the odd person who has read every blog – hats off to you and cheers. I originally started writing back in 2015, following a period where I felt a little lost, with theContinue reading “What do people think?”
Kitty, You know how we went to the art gallery yesterday, and, You quite liked it, Well, I was wondering whether Today we could go to the sculpture park… …I know, you always say you don’t want to go, but, You seemed to enjoy it yesterday – ‘I hated the it yesterday.’ Do IContinue reading “Yesterday,”
I have a little scar on my right eyebrow. It used to be, When I was younger, That people thought I had done it myself; shaved, Mimicking some sort of gangster-rap style. No, no. It was a Thursday night, walking back with Phil, Nick and co from… was it Fat Sam’s? Slammed in the faceContinue reading “How I got my scar…”
Last year, it was, I drove past your flat. I don’t know, you might not have been in. My intention had been to visit, To say hello, See how you were doing, Likely, try my best to hide my feelings, reveal the inevitable changes; thinning of skin and hair, duskiness of eye. LossContinue reading “G46”