Souvenir of a visit that is beyond recall Yesterday’s gone.  But it lingers on, the details not forgotten unless it was one of those total wipe-out booze-laden occasions. Same for last week, the month that has passed and, hopefully, the highlights at least, of the year before this one. All are within recall in varying degrees of detail unless one sadly suffers, like far too many appear to do, from some debilitating condition. Going further back down the tracks of life, however, requires more mental effort. Additional reminders and prompts are needed, like a fading actor who has lost the facility… Continue reading

An author who has been using a software program to “edit” her novel has now accepted my quote to complete the job. As she commented in her email confirming the arrangement: Although ProWritingAid has trained me to write better English, it cannot – make words flow like you can give… Continue reading

Postcard from Belgrade in 1963. ‘A week back in London, then to Lebanon, Jordan etc’ We all know about the past being a foreign country [LP Hartley, The Go-Between] and in recent days I have come to realise how true that oft-quoted phrase can be. A large handful of well-worn postcards, wrapped in a torn plastic bag, have taken me back down the years and stirred memories that until now have remained stubbornly dormant. As one who can hardly recall the detail of events from last month, those of my much more youthful years have long been a blank sheet. I… Continue reading