Life is like an exam in which you struggle to write as much as possible, pack as much into each answer as possible, until the moment when the teacher says “Time’s Up”, and you stop, reluctantly, seeing, on the exam paper, gaps where you could have, should have, said more, places where, gulp, you have […]
Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
End of High School photos, 1961 Read More »
Life is an exam paper with a series of questions. For some people the questions get easier towards the end, for others harder. You have to mark your own paper, there is no examiner. Pass mark is 50%, and no-one has ever scored 100%. Good luck.
Your time starts now… Read More »
For the anxiety sufferer, a timetable or schedule, the stuff of everyday life in the workplace, therefore become the stuff of nightmares.
Anxiety means that every action you need to take during the day is either a concern or a challenge.
I used to enjoy watching the Passing Parade. Now I dread watching the Passing Out and the Passing On.
Is this symptom I have an illness masquerading as an anxiety attack, or an anxiety attack masquerading as an illness?
Butterfly dreaming Read More »
Look, guys, after some 1400 of the buggers I’m all haiku’d out. Anyway, whatever tiny audience there was for anonymous haiku has evaporated faster than the morning fog is dissipating outside my window. Few readers, few followers, and close to zero comments. So, have to find some new form of expression to amuse myself, my
What doesn’t kill me simply makes way for the next thing which will kill me
And the one after that Read More »
