For my grand daughter Portia: ‘Ward Seven’

I haven't blogged for months, perhaps a year, I have had writers's block and haven't been able to write my book either, but now it seems to be thawing, along with the weather in St. Petersburg where I shall be on Monday. It's been a hard day's work trying to get a 'business' visa released [...]

Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man’s life is cheap as beast’s.

Not being a TV viewer I only ever catch the finale of interesting programmes, strange how it's never the beginning. The other night my husband was trying to find something to distract me from moaning on about my virus when we alighted on the end of Panorama's programme, 'The Big Squeeze' on how living standards [...]

Proust, Middlemarch and Mash

I’ve now spent two days reclining rather than declining on my bed, watching the snow fall and reading or re-reading 'Middlemarch'. And worrying. I worry about the birds, and the fact that I’ve recently learnt that they require fresh water to keep their plumage warm in this big freeze. I worry about my ferruginous dog [...]

Is enthusiasm the opposite of depression…

I haven't felt like sharing my thoughts or logging in for months, but today there is something I want to share. I have been struggling, wading or fumbling into the pages of Love in the Western World by Denis de Rougement. His thoughts are dense and intense and it's easy to give up the effort [...]