Missing You

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I lie awake
An ache like toothache
Will not go away.
Nothing feels as empty as a double bed
With a single sleeper.
Nothing as empty as a solitary life
Where once there had been two.
I rise, dress, prepare to meet the blank day
I set two places for breakfast.



Character from Fiction

Tell us about a favorite character from film, theater, or literature, with whom you’d like to have a heart-to-heart. What would you talk about?

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The character I’d most like to meet and talk to is Jane Eyre from Charlotte Bronte’s novel of the same name.

One of the questions I would ask is whether she wasn’t tempted to marry St John Rivers when it seemed she wouldn’t ever see Rochester again. As I read the story St John was a good man preparing to go off to be a missionary. Jane liked and admired him and would have made a good wife for a missionary. In the story she offers to go as his assistant – nowadays when we have female curates and even bishops, I don’t suppose this would have caused any difficulties. In the story and I suppose at that time in history it would have caused almost as much scandal as eloping with Rochester and living with him as his mistress.

I know I would have been tempted to settle for St John and missionary work in India, even as a second best option. (No doubt there would have been an even more interesting story if Jane had married St John and then found out Rochester was now a widower and she faced the choice between a rather dull marriage and running away with the man she loves.)

One single line from the scene on the moors where St John proposes sticks in my mind. He looks at the river and says “I will see it again in dreams when I sleep by the Ganges” . To my mind this one bit of near-poetry redeems this rather dull character. Reader, I could have married him for that line alone!

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Like School Dinners, only more so


I’ve been looking at the British Airways web site with a view to a long-haul flight next year. I was astounded at the information available and more so at what was left out.


Perhaps someone who qualifies as a “frequent flier” can contradict me, on reading the details of in-flight meals; i was tempted to bring my own butties! A pity that isn’t allowed. There were splendid pictures of the meals – who needs a picture to show then what a steak or a scone and jam look like? What they didn’t say – and i’m always suspicious of the things left out of an advert – was the timing of the meals and the choice of what you have and when you have it.


In a café I can decide what i eat and when. If I want my breakfast at 4pm or my lunch a 9am I can generally get it – apart from some cafés who stop serving breakfast after mid-morning. I also have a choice of what I eat. From the descriptions on BA’s website it seems the meals are trundled out when the airline stewards decide to serve them. If you don’t want then at these fixed times – tough. Many people nowadays don’t want a big meal in the middle of the day but prefer it in the evening. I don’t think you can get this on BA. I may be wrong. I hope I am.

Some passengers will have travelled on a connecting flight where they may or may not have been fed and may be suffering from jet lag, but there seems no provision for customers to eat when it suits them rather than when it suits the airline. There seems to be no choice on the menu unless you have a “special dietary requirement “ or want Halal or Kosher food. Surely choice is of the essence when you are going on holiday and there should be several different menus available. Given the number of passengers on a long-haul jet and fact that most of the stuff is probably just taken out of its package and shoved in a microwave and the air stewards will have many hours to fill during a long trip adding a bit of variety to the food shouldn’t be too difficult.


As far as I can see, though, the food is served at the time the authority decides, the menu is fixed and the only choice would seem to be between eating or going hungry. Reminds me of school dinners before Jamie Oliver reformed them.



Connect the Dots – Time

Connect the Dots
Sentence from chosen book:

Now if only people would let me have some Time.

Yes. this is just what I feel. There’s never enough time to do all the things I want to, need to, would like to, the things I dream of doing, hope to do, but know in my heart of hearts that I’ll never ever have the time to do them.

A quote from a poem (one of mine)
“Filling time, killing time,
Willing time to pass.
Time measured by the speaking clock
Or by the lying glass.”

I remember being at the stage where all my time seemed to be controlled by other people. Not, oddly enough, when I was a child and had to do what I was told, when I was told, when I had to go to school and come home at fixed times and do my homework each night and go to church on Sunday. Somehow the feelinf that my time was not my own didnt’t have any real effect at that stage. I just accepted it as the way things were.

No, the situation when I wished desperately for people to give me time was when I had three children living at home, a husband and, at one stage, a mother-in-law libing with us. All of them seemed to make constant demands on my time. It felt as though if I wanted to do anything – anything at all- even something as trivial as writing a postcard and taking it to the letter box, I had to check with four other people and explain what I was doing and why. Usually by the time I’d done that the urge to write a postcard or whatever had faded.

I suppose all mothers feel like that at some time and all writers do too. If only there were eight days in the week or an extra spare day at the end of each month which didn’t have a name or a number and you could use it as you wished….if only…if only

By the way the quotation came from Terry Pratchett’s “A Slip of the Keyboard collected non-fiction.”



As the New Year approaches, a few thoughts on Resolutions:

Why do we make them?
We know we will break them.
Mine never last more than a week.
They nag at me still
I’ve no strength of will
As the season approaches its peak.

“I’ll get up with the lark
And jog round the park
Every morning, just see if I don’t.”
“I’ll keep the kids quiet
I’ll go on a diet
And lose twenty kilos” – You won’t!
“I’ll try to stop smoking”

“You’ve got to be joking!”

“I’ll give up the beer and the wine,
I’ll drink water instead
And go early to bed
And wake up next day feeling fine.”

So why do we make them?
We’re certain to break them
They are one of our worst institutions
My New Year’s plea
And I think you’ll agree
Is to ban all New Year Resolutions.



My D.I.Y. Valentine


I put you on a pedestal, Or rather up a ladder

My Valentine, my Handy Man, I couldn’t have been gladder.

But as the years come and go although you’re still appealing

I wish you’d get your finger out and finish off the ceiling.

The plaster’s old (like us) and cracked, the paint had started peeling

And now you’ve put the coving up you say it still needs sealing.

You’ll have to fill in all the cracks, apply two coats of paint

An undercoat and overcoat the chance seems somewhat faint

You’ll get it done by Friday or even by next year.

But could you try to finish it  while we are both still here!


A lament from the wife of a D.I.Y. expert who is careful, enthusiastic and thorough – but oh so very, very slow!