Voices Did My Head

On a sunny, mild Sunday morning you find me, as ever, listening to opera and reading. Puccini and Durrell. I would like to say I'm havin...

On an overcast warmish afternoon we're expecting thunder and lightning. That said it's been very notable for its absence.  In years ...

On a quiet, sunny Sunday morning I'm home listening to Beethoven's cello sonatas and reminiscing. On what was, what is, and what mig...

Last night I saw a man I've known for many years for the first time in ages. He's been living abroad. Dogged with dementia and gaunt...

Under leaden skies on Thursday morning a  band of four set forth through the woods. My friends had kindly offered to take me out. The woods ...

On a day when the sun finally went in and a chill in the air returned I'm at home. I'm not working for a while.  The realisation tha...

Do I post or not? What will I write? And how will people perceive that? Aside from restaurant staff and in a couple of shops I  have not spo...