‘Do not raise your knee above hip level…” said my exercise sheet. “Are yer kidding, mate? I’ve no idea how it’ll get any higher than my ankle!” I yelled. -o-O-o- In my post, ‘Ouch! I’ve got the hippy hippy shakes’, I shared my experiences as I awaited my Total Hip Replacement. Sure enough, it tookContinue reading “A Happy Hipster?”
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Beauty from Ashes 2
In ‘Beauty for Ashes’, I tell the story of Jennie Butchart’s wonderful garden on Vancouver Island, British Columbia, and describe our visit last month. I quoted the wonderful Biblical promise made to the people of ancient Judah who were in exile, Isaiah chapter 61 vs 3: “To grant to those who mourn in Zion—to giveContinue reading “Beauty from Ashes 2”
Exploring the Okanagan
“Well, John and Jane,” said sister Di(ana), your holiday’s been a real kaleidoscope.” We returned a week ago after spending a marvellous fortnight in the Okanagan valley, in British Columbia, Western Canada. Di and Darrel were marvellous hosts, and with them we had the very best experience of what the northern Okanagan has to offer.Continue reading “Exploring the Okanagan”
Easter People
(Continued from ‘Bad Thursday’ and ‘Why Good Friday’s Good’.) Wendy’s café. Saturday before Easter, One year on “What a difference a year can make!” remarked Ben as he sat drinking his coffee. “When I think back, I felt my life didn’t amount to anything worthwhile. My only aim was to lower my golf handicap, butContinue reading “Easter People”
Why Good Friday was Good
The cover picture is by ChilVera, via Pixabay Saturday before Easter Day (continued from ‘Bad Thursday’) “C’mon Wendy, talk to us” we said, as she flitted too and fro amongst the dozen-or-so other café customers. Saturday morning was ‘peak hour’ when working people joined us ‘economically inactive’ folks. A leisurely breakfast cooked by somebody elseContinue reading “Why Good Friday was Good”
Ordeal in the snow
“It should be here any minute now.” The six of us gazed hopefully up Nelson Street in Bradford city centre. One after another, buses were cautiously negotiating their way through the snow drifts, pulling to a stop beside the three shelters. Our own stop was positioned round a bend on a road called Hall Ings,Continue reading “Ordeal in the snow”
Party Time in South London
“Don’t worry, Grace”, said I to our 3-year-old granddaughter as she sat shivering in her pushchair. “We’re all wet and cold, but we’re nearly there. We can get warm in the Horniman museum….Hey?? What’s this notice strapped to the railings? “No way, it can’t be closed – it’s the one place we thought wouldn’t beContinue reading “Party Time in South London”
Three Plastic Cartons…
…Les, Phil and Chris, sat on a kitchen shelf at the Golden Dragon takeaway. In wandered a young man wearing a smart leather jacket and his high-heeled girlfriend, bedecked with bangles and a pretty necklace. He fancied Chow Mein, she a Chicken Curry. The chef went to work, eventually grabbing Les, filling him with rice,Continue reading “Three Plastic Cartons…”
The Tree of Life
“Now, think of as many words as you can to describe a tree, and how it makes you feel.” So said the leader of our workshop, based on the book, “The Man Who Planted Trees”. Several minutes later, the flipchart was adorned with the most beautiful, complimentary words. Anyone would have been delighted to beContinue reading “The Tree of Life”
Who’s afraid of the Permacrisis? Part 2
One of the joys of living in an otherwise female household (2 ladies, a 9-year-old girl and 3 chickens, plus our daughter Helen who often visits) is the craft activities that abound. Helen has taught our young house guest Olena how to cross stitch. One day I came across a sad tapestry with untidy threadsContinue reading “Who’s afraid of the Permacrisis? Part 2”
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