Thursday, April 14, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
cognitive dissonance ( my default setting )
Walking the dog erratically along Eccles Road towards Clapham Common, my view of a dreary row of shops was enlivened by the transit of an unexpectedly graceful figure. A young woman entered stage right, walking straight-backed with the slightly extended straight-toed stride of a ballet dancer, this effect being enhanced by her black pumps and tights and by her straight fair hair hanging almost to her waist in a bulky silken plait. An air of dignified sobriety was projected by a dark grey tailored suit, the skirt nicely tapered with the hem just above the knee, the jacket cleverly cut to a high waist and widening to accommodate an imposing superstructure. An ornament of Battersea society ! The old dog paused by a couple of lamp posts and so I’d already half-forgotten the woman when we arrived face to face at the pedestrian crossing, myself and the old dog pointing towards the Common, herself facing the Parish Church. And that must have been her destination, because only then could I see her light grey clerical vest and shiny white dog collar. A lady vicar !
Saturday, April 9, 2011
a little light reading ...
a dance to the music of time ... one and a half down ... ten and a half to go ... to be savoured, one sentence at a time
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
quote:
a german colleague encounters some difficulties ... then he says ...
"i'm a survivor; germans are survivors, we've survived two world wars !"
"i'm a survivor; germans are survivors, we've survived two world wars !"
Friday, April 1, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
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