What is the rush?
I started back at work a couple of days ago. Cruising down the street at lunchtime I spotted a few words on the pavement. In …
At some point, somewhere, somebody made a decision about the bollards in central Wellington. They said something along the lines of: ‘Thank you, no, we’re …
I really believe I shall always be talking of Bath, when I am at home again–I do like it so very much…. Oh! Who can …
Mis-communication is so easy when you’re in an unfamiliar environment. Different accents, different use of language, different ways of doing things – they all contribute …
I picked up my sister Carol from the bus stop last night, we have an all too short conversation and then we’re off to bed …
Mum some how seems better this morning. This doesn’t make much sense, because she’s had a stroke. She somehow is hanging in – winning her …
I was about to fly north in an effort to go south. Business trips give me the chance to make some photos of things I …
There’s a graffito on a wall near the university that says, “You are a small part of a beautiful picture”. I’ve failed to get a …
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