Month: <span>June 2022</span>

WeWe – or Widows Encouraging Widows’ Exploits

August 8, 2022 No Comments

Main image, Coniston Water, by Jonny Gios on Unsplash. Other photos from ChillSwim, Charlotte and me. 26 June 2022 I have been in the/my Motherland – England – these past days. It’s been wonderful. And it’s been weird. Though as I write, I have just crossed the border into Scotland at Gretna Green, and will […]

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Delegating, Abdicating, Collaborating, Co-Creating?

August 8, 2022 No Comments

Photo my own, taken today. Julia’s stones. 19 June 2022 My next ten days are packed (packed for me, anyway). Quite a bit of work in the coming days. A dinner out with new-to-me-friends of Medjool’s. Some travel to England and then on to Scotland. (My first trip to the UK since before the world […]

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Talking to the Dog – Again

August 8, 2022 1 Comment

16 June 2022 Photo of Black taken just now, in the shade of the evening… but you can see from the grass how hot it’s been Today, a sweltering hot-for-us day, as I turned up the stairs towards my home office and saw Black the dog outside in the garden, I called out to him, […]

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Three Years of Pleasure and Pain

August 8, 2022 No Comments

Main image by Zygimantas Dukauskas on Unsplash 12 June 2022 Yesterday, 11th June, is the day that Medjool has named “La Journée du ‘Oui’” (“’Yes’ day”). It is the day when, three years ago, in 2019, he chose me. I had already chosen him. Not chosen by default, simply because my sample size of prospective […]

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What You Should Know – revisited

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Main Image by Aron Visuals on Unsplash 6 June 2022 Italicised Section from Megan Devine: “I was talking the other day about the realities of the second and third years of grief. We have this erroneous (and stupid) cultural idea that grief will be over, or at least appreciably better, by the end of the […]

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“Worse Things Happen At Sea”

August 8, 2022 2 Comments

Pictures my own – and scanned hymn from my dad 3 June 2022 Growing up in Brussels in the 1970s and 1980s, there were a couple of sea-related sayings that were oft quoted in our family. Not that we lived close to the sea. Though we did cross the English Channel and the North Sea […]

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