I was gardening. Just that. Strimming the overgrown grass, revealing the flowers that had been planted along the labyrinth path in the churchyard. It always had a queer sort of fascination with the locals, seeing someone tending something new, something unexpected and many would stop and chat, poking good humoured fun or questioning why. On […]
… and the magazine letter is late. (as usual) Fear is in the air, you can smell it! You can see it as well, the shop assistants giving out adverts in the street for their latest offers, the new signs going up pointing to various retail establishments, information about flu precautions. We used to be […]
About a Boy finally finishes, or not, as the title suggests… My Easter reflections on the final scene of the film.