I sniffed. Then I dropped it in the bag with the others and knotted the top. It was all too much for my little shredder, and I wasn't going risk any...
Thanks, Di. It's old stuff, but I'm reworking it. I gave up on it because it didn't seem to be going anywhere. I mistakenly thought it needed a plot. Now I realise it doesn't. Like life.
Another enthralling story, Lille Dante. Not a word wasted, and every one doing its job - like the sense of time being wrung dry for what there is left of it.
An enthralling read, Jane - and as an ex-distance runner (did it for 30 years and only stopped because of increasing injuries) I can say you've captured the essence of it perfectly. Are you a runner yourself? It's funny, but I sometimes felt - on...
Makes me think of times as a kid when I stood beside mum while she made cakes. Best bit was when I got to scrape the bowl out afterwards. And always that cup with no handle there.
So well captured in these few well-chosen words and images...
Yes... I too was wondering! Is it a way of saying 'being at the end of a room', like a book-end? Or is he a demolition man, maybe? Not an idiom I've come across.
I envy you never having seen it. You've now got the first-time pleasure to...
Strange days indeed
Posted on Fri, 27 Feb 2026
Strange days indeed
Read full commentPosted in Purple Mountain - Part 3
I wouldn't mind some Cardamom
Posted on Fri, 27 Feb 2026
I wouldn't mind some Cardamom Sorbet myself! Sounds good.
Still got that other-worldly feel. Where's it going next, I wonder?
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Well done, Jane
Posted on Thu, 26 Feb 2026
Well done, Jane
Read full commentPosted in Purple Mountain - Part 2
A modern folklorey feel to
Posted on Thu, 26 Feb 2026
A modern folklorey feel to this. Something sinister going on...
Read full commentPosted in Purple Mountain - Part 2
Thanks, Di. It's old stuff,
Posted on Wed, 25 Feb 2026
Thanks, Di. It's old stuff, but I'm reworking it. I gave up on it because it didn't seem to be going anywhere. I mistakenly thought it needed a plot. Now I realise it doesn't. Like life.
Read full commentPosted in 5. Secondhand Prose
Another enthralling story,
Posted on Wed, 25 Feb 2026
Another enthralling story, Lille Dante. Not a word wasted, and every one doing its job - like the sense of time being wrung dry for what there is left of it.
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Or forgetfulness!
Posted on Sat, 21 Feb 2026
Or forgetfulness!
Read full commentPosted in Miracles at Asda Haiku
An enthralling read, Jane -
Posted on Fri, 20 Feb 2026
An enthralling read, Jane - and as an ex-distance runner (did it for 30 years and only stopped because of increasing injuries) I can say you've captured the essence of it perfectly. Are you a runner yourself? It's funny, but I sometimes felt - on...
Read full commentPosted in His Running Top
Makes me think of times as a
Posted on Sat, 21 Feb 2026
Makes me think of times as a kid when I stood beside mum while she made cakes. Best bit was when I got to scrape the bowl out afterwards. And always that cup with no handle there.
So well captured in these few well-chosen words and images...
Read full commentPosted in Recipe for My Daughter
Yes... I too was wondering!
Posted on Thu, 19 Feb 2026
Yes... I too was wondering! Is it a way of saying 'being at the end of a room', like a book-end? Or is he a demolition man, maybe? Not an idiom I've come across.
I envy you never having seen it. You've now got the first-time pleasure to...
Read full commentPosted in Courtesy Calls: The Fire Lane (2)
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