WHILST WASHING I WISHED…NO, WAIT!

There are times, as a diligent and lifelong diarist, that you find yourself in periods where your landscape feels overwhelming. When your surrounding atmosphere and energy forces collide to make the most spectacularly gentle geography explode in front of your eyes and makes your fingers pause above the page or keyboard  – even while writing…

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SWINGS AND ROUNDABOUTS

Today I don’t own a single one of those electric kitchen appliances, but the baskets I’ve collected all my life – themselves a kaleidoscope of teenage and adult seaside holiday recollections, flea markets around the world, the pity-purchase from the lady on the pavement in Parkview – serve as both packing crates and table-tops, and I have learned well from studying the habits of migrant-worker women in rural areas; I know the voluminous potential of the Big Pep Stores Nylon Bag that travels by taxi from city to village at the end of each year for the long-awaited home visit.

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CONSTRUCTIVE RUBBISH

Two months on the farm and a significant change is afoot; I’m moving again, in a twist that’s left me shaken but filled with renewed resolve and positive and excited. It’s been a tremendous learning curve for me on several fronts, not least of which is a certain level of pride at my resilience in…

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