Fret, fret, bother, bother, sigh, fidget.Here I am. worrying. What? No nothing special, or unusual.I seem to be going through a little phase of self-discovery, or navel gazing because it’s less effort than digging the next-size-up car seat out from under the stairs.In any case, I realise I spend a lot of internal dialogue time […]
Things I learned from my children today #2
Methane can be a verb.“Mum, did you know that farts are made of methane?”“Mmmm, really?”“Yeah. And I just methaned!” Whatever the question is, the answer is probably food. The lesson about swearing has been learned well.“Put that light sabre down,” to Boy One who was waving what I thought was a light sabre in Boy […]
A fiery heart
“We shall go Always a little further…”It’s a line from The Golden Journey to Samarkand by James Elroy Flecker. It’s romantic and inspiring, isn’t it? Makes you come over all brave and selfless.So it’s no wonder that it’s the poem adopted by the SAS. That’s the “who dares wins” SAS of legend and derring-do.And while […]
The Golden Journey to Samarkand
THE GOLDEN JOURNEY TO SAMARKAND We are the Pilgrims, master; we shall goAlways a little further: it may beBeyond that last blue mountain barred with snow,Across that angry or that glimmering sea, White on a throne or guarded in a caveThere lives a prophet who can understandWhy men were born: but surely we are brave,Who […]