It’s the glimpse into our past that makes our history all the more appealing.
The London Underground has given me high expectations. As soon as I set foot on the platform, I expect the train to arrive instantaneously. Once left the station, the train whisks me to my next destination, where I catch another to take me home. Everything is rushed. I can’t afford to miss that connection and besides, if I don’t keep up, I’ll be swept away with the crowds. This high level of expectation has in turn heightened my impatience. Waiting for a train, be it only a few minutes, feels eternal and my eye wanders around the tube platform. The infrastructure, cameras, mice and recently, vertical archaeology. Over the past couple of years, with major and minor refurbs to tube stations, layers of the walls, have been pealed back revealing their predecessors: previous rendering, tiles, posters even. This has entertained me no end.
I had never considered that what we…
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I don’t often plan my life, it rolls along quite randomly. I might suddenly decide to go shopping, or I might suddenly decide to go out for a sneaky drink with my poor long suffering husband.
Not today. On the way to work I said – ‘I’d love to go for a drink tonight, a cool cider would go down a treat. It’s a hot day, and the local watering hole Woodies Freehouse would be just the kind of place to stop’
OK he said. So a plan was hatched.
The problem is – I’m now the emergency baby sitting a sleeping granddaughter, and not holding a cool pint of cider. Things sometimes don’t turn out as you plan do they?
Perhaps next time I’ll stick to the randomness of my life.
Each year on your birthday
We will send purple balloons skyward
Filled with love and loss.
The breath of loved ones
Floating to meet those perfect hands
And everlasting youth.
You will be forever in our hearts
And your name will be on our lips
And in our minds and dreams.
Skye Lilly darling baby.
Such turmoil and sadness
Such devastation that lives will never be the same again
But hope that things can get better
And they will
With trust and faith
Determination and love.
like shattered dreams
thrown in frustration,
how do we ever go back to the way we were before the argument?
Accusations, silly and petty
opening old wounds.
love never gets easier
however long we languish in it.
Its hard to say sorry