It’s in the Cards #SOCS #StreamofConsciousnessSaturday

Funny things, Tarot cards. I've owned a deck for twenty odd years, inspired to get some after a slightly spooky encounter with a man who read my cards on the Spanish Steps in Rome. I skirt round them. Ever present in a corner of my room, tucked away with a box of old diaries and …

Dominoes #SOCS #StreamofConsciousnessSaturday

There's something incredibly tactile about dominoes, chess and draughts pieces, isn't there? You just want to pick them up, feel them in the palm of your hand. The game itself is almost secondary ... it's holding them that's the thing. Polished smooth wood or clay, the old fashioned ones that is, they were reassuringly substantial …

Flower/Flour #SOCS #StreamofConsciousnessSaturday

I had a friendly squabble with someone about flowers recently. I mentioned that I liked the lavender and hydrangeas in a mutual neighbour's front garden. "Useless filler flowers, they don't do anything" he scoffed.  Do anything? What do flowers need to do, exactly? Judging by the number of bees I've had to skirt round this …

Tea #SOCS #StreamofConsciousnessSaturday

in praise of the humble cuppa

Try #SOCS #StreamofConsciousnessSaturday

trying not to rant about politics

7th July – a Family Anniversary

7th July is almost over - it's nearly midnight here - but before I get to the end of the day I just want to take a few minutes to reflect on where I was thirteen years ago today. 7th July 2005 was the day my Mum graduated from the University of Liverpool with a …

Sup #SOCS #StreamofConsciousnessSaturday

supper, dinner, tea - and football. A very English #socs

Bug #SOCS #StreamofConsciousnessSaturday

mum thoughts at the end of a long day

Brass Bands? Not at full moon

just.... why???

A Family Tree: tracing my roots in Ireland

on being an anglo-irish citizen of nowhere