The mother biscuit

One of the most difficult things about lockdown has not being able to visit my 93 year old mother.  She is 94 next week and, because I am now allowed to officially sit in her back garden or at the opposite end of a shared park bench, I will use my virtual ‘half term’ to…

Wear or tear?

I have written before about kintsugi, but since I am good at breaking things, and because I feel we are going through a time of repair, I have decided to revisit the topic. Likewise, a lot of things have been revisited during lockdown, so I might write about that as well. The traditional Japanese art of…

Dusty Bluebells

I might have mentioned my lack of garden quite a lot lately. Sorry. I try and rein in the self pity but it is so evident that my little green eye is vexed by anyone who has a small patch of land in which to see out their ‘Stay Home’. It is not the lack…

Listless Zooming?

Have I  ever declared to you that I am a list person?  Well I am, big time.  I write lists all over the place to keep my menopausal brain limbered up and so that I can go to bed feeling  I have achieved something.  Pathetic I know. I even write things on a list that…

Hairy Stories

Thanks to your steady stream of blog fodder, I realise that Corona is impacting  the community in hair raising ways. It is almost as if Trump and Boris got a head start on us; short hair clearly has no place in politics. I feel smug about this.  My father’s gene pool gifted me a thick…

Turf Wars

‘Am I the only person in conflict because the garden (normally ignored) has become a domain that others want to exert influence over?’ writes Oldest Friend (OF) in the comments section of last week’s blog.  I can only thank her for answering my plea for ideas to fill my barren Corona blog phase. Love OF…

And so it goes

My reliance on shameless ear-wigging to provide content for this weekly blog is presenting a challenge.  Fascinating though I find my own internal wittering, there is definitely a drought in terms of ‘new’ material. I fully appreciate that globally we have far more pressing issues to contend with, but if you do have time on…

Loyalty in Corona Language

I am an English teacher as you know, so once I absorb the shock of each day’s new Corona headlines,  my guilty secret is a fascination in our ability to quickly forge new words and sayings to deal with this pandemic – words and phrases that we didn’t have a few weeks ago. I take…

It’s a lock in

When I was at university, a ‘lock in’ was something to enjoy.  In the 1980’s (prehistoric story coming up) Aberystwyth was still dry on a Sunday, so if you were invited to a ‘lock in’ at a hostelry before midnight on a Saturday, you were in for a very good weekend. This week, lock down,…

Every day’s a school day …

This particular week in teaching is summed up nicely in a thank you message from one of our Year 11 students, ‘I hope you stay safe in these uncertain times’: Student turns teacher – we weren’t needed after all. Perhaps young people don’t need a clutch of exam certificates if they can show such empathy…