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Story and Poem of the Week and Inspiration Point

It's been a very rewarding week on ABC Tales - we've had a real run of rich and interesting work. Story of the Week is Noo's 'Spell'. The magic within the story is echoed by the effortless weaving of words around this intimate and profound tale: https://www.abctales.com/story/noo/spell Poem of the Week goes to Philip Sidney's 'Blood and Other Substances'. Beautifully crafted, this draws you in and then delivers a haunting finish: https://www...

Winds of Change

No it's not my boyriend's bean stew I'm talking about weather, gusty breeze, longer days, shivering in the sun. A feeling that the year is cracking open like a hard shelled egg.The usual 'stay or go' dilemma coupled with awareness that choice can be a soft bed to sink into. I'm doing new bits of paid and voluntary work, helping with mental health training sessions for student doctors and nurses through Experts by Experience, also waiting till my...

the digital economy (notes)

Setting the scene move fast and break things enriches the already wealthy. The Schumpeterian idea is our future for better or worse. Children born now will be the most tracked in history. In some novels only the wealthy can eradicate their digital footprint. Paradoxically, not to be known, is to be somebody. The security risk of tracking devices in our home was touched on here. It's not just phones, but our fridges, washing machines, kettles,...

So Long Marianne

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZI6EdnvH-8 This song takes me back to 1973... a village called Oberjoch (over the hill) in the Bavarian Alps in December. Six feet of snow! I was learning to ski with 49 Field Regiment, Her Majesty's Royal Artillery. Just six of us squaddies plus instructor. We went to a local gasthaus one night and bumped into some young ladies from a German finishing school. They were strictly supervised by a formidable matron...

Carl MacDougall (2006) Scots the Language of the People.

This anthology of Scottish writers, illustrated by their poetry or prose, was a TV series. I’d quite like to have seen it. I’m not sure how it would have worked, off the page, but no matter. The piece that stuck a real chord with me, was from someone I’d never heard of James Kennedy ‘The Highland Crofter’ (below). It was a lament for the Highland Clearances. Kennedy, a blacksmith and evicted crofter left Loch Tay and settled in Doune, Canada...

Leggings – the Morning Blast of Reality Radio.

Leggings – the Morning Blast of Reality Radio. Thought you'd like to know that old greedy Mabel and her family have never given up! They have incredible stamina. They've been here keeping me awake for most of the week, getting intense by last night. They achieved their aim until about 3.15 today, when I stopped trying to sleep and got up for breakfast. It wasn't far off the magic hour of 4.00 when Grandfather and I would have started our day...

Leggings - a trip to a market town.

from my facebook of yesterday, call it frustration... " Rosalind Lee 12 hrs · Went off to Dereham today and saw Grand-daughter and her parents... while shopping in QD I saw out of the corner of my eye. A woman, dressed poorly in plain colors lingering over the main aisle... it was if she thought I couldn't see her yet I did. She looked almost fairy-like, grey, haggard skin, as tired as an old sin. As soon as she noticed that I could see her she...

Castle Pillock: No Place Like Home

Over Christmas, the Scion casually announced that he and Girlfriend had been talking babies. I thought I coped rather well. He and I were in the kitchen at the time, making cups of tea for the assembled masses, and I didn’t drop the kettle and scream, ‘ You can barely feed and clothe yourself, let alone a poor defenceless child! ’. Instead I kept the boiling water within the parameters of the pot and said mildly, ‘Do you think that’s a good idea...

The Colours They Are Fine by Alan Spence 1977

When I read Alans' sequenced tales from boyhood up to leaving Glasgow for London and returning for Hogmanay .a line from the opening'Tinsel' hit hard. Wee Aleck is reading his Wonders Book of the World and 'nothing in the book was like anything he had seen'. I was 19 then and from Wembley Park. Ok no-one in my family was called Janet or John and I had a lot of aunts mostly living abroad who were all called Eva or Trude but the houses, the...

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