I thought it might be fun; get me out of myself. And so, when I had the chance to host the daughter of my good friend, Geraldine, when she visited The Hague to perform her one woman show, Le Foulard, I grabbed it with both hands. Two weeks on and I wonder whether I will… Continue reading Monday Morning Musings #21 – Am I an Idiot?
Where there is shadow there is also light. There is no doubt in my mind that 2018 has been something of an annus horribilis during which my family has watched the demise of my wonderful father and done our best to relieve the strain on my mother while spending as much time as possible with… Continue reading Monday Morning Musing #19 – My Summer of Love
"Write about the journey," Terry Anne advised. “There are so many journeys,” I mused unenthusiastically. It was my turn to write today’s Monday Morning Musing and, like her, the week before, I was out of inspiration. “My journey as a writer? My journey through grief? My expat journey? My getting old journey?” Frankly, her suggestion didn’t help.
It’s been a rough old few weeks for me lately and the prospect of finding somewhere for lunch before dropping Ian off at Luton Airport last Monday was unlikely to improve my mood. There was nowhere to stop between Ian’s parents’ house and the airport. Not on the M3, nor the M25, nor on that… Continue reading Monday Morning Musings #15 – finding a change of mood
I have a friend who found it impossible to sit in her father’s chair after he had passed away. Neither could she bear to see anyone else sit in it. For some reason it's different for me. My father passed away a week ago and during the 12 weeks prior, in which he had been… Continue reading Monday Morning Musings #13 – An Empty Chair