Over the recent weeks, I have watched the present development in Turkey with a substantial element of sadness. Up and to a month or so ago, I would have argued that Mr Erdogan had succeeded in bringing financial stability to a country seething with potential, and I guess the majority of Turks would have agreed […]
I was very young and impressionable when I met my husband. To me, he was the equivalent of finding the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow (boy, I can see him squirm should he read this) and it helped that we both shared a childish sense of fun, with me hollering “Heathcliff”
When I dream, I dream of him – presenting my seventeenth century hero Read More »
I am happy to announce that Margaret Skea is the winner of my giveaway – this after a draw executed by my husband. As I am feeling somewhat generous, I will give Margaret the choice between a paperback copy and an e-book.
When I’m in one of my nostalgic moods – which doesn’t happen all that often as I don’t have TIME for that – I will play my way through my extensive ABBA collection. I know most of the songs by heart, so an added bonus is that I can holler along and pretend I am
This post is part of the on-going Summer Banquet Blog Hop hosted by Maria Grace, ably assisted by David Pilling. The theme of the hop is food – preferably food from the period the participating authors write about, which should result in quite the smorgasbord of dishes. I therefore recommend you to visit the other participating blogs
The other day one of my sons called to tell me (in a rather smug tone) that he’d written a computer programme that could calculate pi down to the nth decimal. “And that is good why?” I asked. I mean, I’ve lived most of my life with pi being 3.14, and so far this has proven
Today I was at the dentist. I hate going to the dentist. No, wait; that doesn’t quite cover it. For days before a planned visit I have a constant stomach ache, and on the day itself my palms are sweaty, my knees are wobbly and all I want to do is flee. Don’t get me
I like wandering round in churches, and on a recent visit to the Church of Holy Trinity in Kristianstad, I spent my time perusing the gravestones that line the walls of the church. The church was built in the early seventeenth century, and as was the custom rich people were often buried directly under the
Some days ago, a little boy here in Sweden died. Children do that now and then, however much we don’t want it to happen, but in this particular case the boy didn’t die due to an accident or to illness. No, he died due to being forgotten. After having spent the entire day strapped into
In recent years, we’ve heard a lot about light pollution, this being the encroachment of electrical light on the darkness of night. I don’t think anyone denies the benefit of artificial light – for those of us that live in the northern hemisphere, life would be very, very, very (you get the picture, right?) dark