Anyone who has read my book knows that my self-assigned nickname is 'Magpie'. The principal reason being that when I sit in my consulting room I feel as though I am a litter bin, a reliquary and not least that I possess another relic of Pandora's mythic casket of woe with Hope, which can be [...]
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Update on the heronry in Regent’s Park
Yesterday John, (my husband) handed me a small cutting from our local newspaper, The Camden Journal when I came back from work and told me it might be of interest. I had had such a challenging day of people in crisis. Does January do it to us I foolishly ponder? Several of my younger colleagues [...]
From First Page To Last
I like this interview in October with from the blog, From First Page To Last enough to republish it here. It's not so much that I like the interview as that I recognise myself and don't feel nauseous at my reflection, which is not always the case. Jane Haynes is the author of Who is it [...]
Anyway … continued and revised.
Anyway is an adverb. I am not fond of adverbs. My first drafts are peppered with them until I go back over the text and score most of them out. I like the sentence to have made an impact without the insertion of an amplifier although there are exceptions. ‘Anyway’ is different. Anyway is often pregnant [...]
ANYWAY
While I am drafting a blog about the adverb 'anyway' and its specific, repetitive and pregnant use in my consulting room, John is sifting through his archives to find a new series of portraits for me to upload. In contrast to the poignant examples that 'anyway' recurs in those conversation, I am not fond of [...]
Unpredictable and Anyway
These two words, an adjective and adverb, are important to me for different reasons. Whether I am reading or writing I value the unpredictable. I am relieved that some reviews of my book 'If I Chance to Talk a Little Wild' have referred to its unpredictable nature. Just now I wrote the word 'nature' without [...]
The colour of happiness
My littlest grandchild Bell asked what is the colour of happiness? I can never escape the thrill of joy that the first sight of blossom inspires in me. It happened when I took Dido for a walk this morning and saw this fledgling tree in our street.
