Giving Grief a Deadline

Can someone develop inertia?  It sounds a bit like reversing backwards.  Well whatever it is, I’ve got it. When my mum died, my happy pills kept the black dog at bay for the first few months.  Its departure was replaced by an emptiness, a desire to do nothing.  So that’s what I did. Now, twenty [...]

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Ordinary People

Earlier this year, I saw a production of Alan Ayckbourn’s 2005 play, ‘Improbable Fiction’.  It’s not often that an audience claps during a scene, but apparently the following passage elicited applause every night: Brevis:  Being on the internet proves absolutely nothing.  I tell you the internet is probably the biggest repository for junk, rubbish and [...]

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I wish I could sing

The last time I uttered this sentiment was to Clare, when we were emptying our dogs* in the forest one sunny afternoon. “OK,” she said, “but you have to give up something that you’re good at.” Hmm. I’ve thought and thought and thought.  But I can’t think of anything that I’m really good at that [...]

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