An unfinished painting
One of the kindest things that a friend can do after a bereavement is to share a memory of the loved one.
Getting to the root of it..
I have Kitty, my lovely dental nurse, who incidentally is a spitting image of Liz Hurley, to thank for the title of this piece. Let me explain, I was lying back, almost horizontally, waiting for the anaesthetic to take effect, when she asked me if I'd rather sit up?
No thank you, I replied firmly, I do my best thinking lying down. It's the early hours in bed, where I get my ideas.
I shall have to write my next piece about this experience, I said jokingly.
A 15th Century Bridge
I wonder sometimes what this 15th century bridge has witnessed.
Today is idyllic, children splash in the river without a care.
It takes a stretch of the imagination to think of it at night, after a storm, the river in full spate.
Without yin and yang, experience would have little meaning. Without the night, the day would be mundane.
The Author 1958
The other day, walking along our street, I met a neighbour cleaning his new motorcycle. I stopped to admire his machine.
It's difficult not to stop and chat with neighbours, as the street is little more than 6 feet wide, but it can take half an hour to walk its quarter of a mile length during daylight, when neighbours are out and about, and one wants to say 'hello'.
A Visitor From Afar
Yesterday, as often happens, I saw
through my window, somebody taking photographs.
A few moments later, the doorbell rang, and as I opened the door a couple stood in the street, the man apologised for bothering me, and explained that they had travelled from Tasmania to visit this house as it was here that his great great grandfather had lived.