Month: September 2018

Perhaps All Those Bee-Stings And Itchy Arms Are Worth It

If I was a Victorian wife, living in the centre of London at the height of fashionable times for letter writing communication, I would, like Jane Welsh Carlyle and her Husband Thomas, probably feel personally slighted if I did not receive a letter without any explanation of why. Married couples who were separated for any…


She Is The Former Governess Of Princess Mary von Teck

Today I have been thinking about the strange things in life which happen to us, the coincidences, the things which seem to be really out of the ordinary and which, when we stop to think about them, make us wonder how such a small matter, through the whole of time and this world, could ever…


It Was A Vicious Slashing Match Filled With Obscenities And Bad Feelings

I will be perfectly honest and say that I am glad the practice of photocopying people’s letters and photographs and them destroying the originals is not widespread, I find it an absolutely horrific assault on the art of letter writing, and especially personal and intimate possessions such as photographs. At the same time I can…


Sometimes It Is The Knowledge That We Have Helped Which Has Far More Weight

Most of us want to be remembered in one way or another after we have left this life, want to be seen as a force for good, or as an influence, or merely as a person who has done the right thing and not wasted their short time on this planet. How that recognition comes…


I’ve Seen Too Many People Spaced Out In Cars Parked By The Roadside

I was quite old before finding any relationship between the word – or idea – Hope and religion, and that relationship was only made evident to me by someone who insisted that there could never be any form of Hope without belief, without religion, without a strict, dogmatic look at life. I discarded the idea…


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