In this life

Morsels from my day: I occasionally look at my nephew's Twitter page. He's 21. Today he tweeted: Oh no I just burped up a kidney aft...

After my pontificating about words being more important than pictures, I was studying Robert Browning's photo (he's the writer, you ...

We have correspondence courses at college, including a literature one which I wrote a few years ago. I've never had any problems with i...

In a comment on my previous post, Marcheline http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201825708442679157 (oh, must write down how to do that linky ...

My confused Aunt Jean, who is now in a care home, is a widow: her husband, my uncle by marriage, died about ten years ago. In some ways they...

It's always easier to do marking when someone seranades you on a rubber band.

I have been marking lots and lots of exams recently. Now, I'm not saying that when I myself was an examinee, I necessarily wowed the ma...

Since our children have left home, I am often sad. This poem comforts me a bit, though it also makes me cry. It would probably make E E Cum...

Oh, Japan! Words fail; but like everyone else I feel so much for people involved in the terrible catastrophe there.

I know obesity isn't funny - I'm not thin myself, and wish I were - but I thought I'd share with you the odd crumb (ho, ho) fro...

I left work early today to go home and tackle the marking mountain. First, I popped into the supermarket to buy Dreamies, the cats’ rather e...

I'm a bit squeamish and don't like seeing the picture of that poor dead chap - or possibly lady - so though I don't think I hav...

On Thursday, Son came to the college at lunchtime and we went to a nearby shopping centre for lunch. Afterwards, we wandered round a bit an...

By the way, Meggie - in answer to your question - these are Moomins. They're sort of ... um... creatures - in a series of books. I can...

As I've said many times before, we love our cats dearly but they do make it rather hard to get away on holiday, since we're softies...

In the midst of the weekend's trauma (is trauma too strong a word? well...) of our failing to find Daughter 2 a wedding dress, she provi...

Up town today with Daughters 1 and 2 (up from London for the weekend), trying to find a wedding dress for Daughter 2. Complete failure. For...

Oh dear. Poor Christchurch. Poor New Zealand. How very terrible. I do hope that my bloggy friends and their families are as all right as an...

Life is rather trying these days. I know we’re not suffering from famine, flood, fire, earthquake or terminal illness and I’m glad about tha...

It's our two-day mid-term holiday and I've been gardening, though this is not a picture of me. For one thing, I'm rather plumper...