inspired to write about not being inspired to write
some elfin warblings for a Sunday evening
Revenge, bad break ups, the Stone Roses and a retro wooden stereo
You are too young to fall asleep forever... remembering Siegfried Sassoon's brilliance
Nothing lasts forever. But God knows, Mother and Father had tried to preserve those childhood memories. Scrap books, photo albums, shoe boxes stuffed with old birthday cards. In the last few years, Carol had begun to feel that the actual physical presence of all the stuff was giving the elderly couple more comfort than her … Continue reading Finite – WordPress Daily Prompt
I hit ‘like’ on this but it really deserves higher praise, so I’m reblogging. Jamie Dyson (go follow his blog, you won’t regret it) absolutely nails it with this post about the existential fear that nags away at all us speccy-4-eyes folk when we grope for our gig lamps first thing in the morning.
I’m short sighted, and as such need to wear some form of optical enhancement to enable me to function during normal life. My preference has always been contact lenses, although I do occasionally wear glasses, and anyone else who is visually challenged will know that without such things, existing in this world without walking into the path of a speeding bus would be pretty much impossible.
The time had recently come for my annual contact lens check up and sight test, but with moving area and having to change the branch of my opticians, things didn’t exactly go smoothly. Without boring you with administrative details, the delivery of my new lenses was severely delayed because the old and new branch had computers that didn’t get along, and couldn’t therefore agree upon whose responsibility it was to sort everything out for me.
It made me realise how dependant upon this company…
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