My fiancé turned to me last night and asked if I was having an existential experience. I realise what I must’ve looked like. People around me were dancing, cheering, singing and generally rocking-out, whereas I was completely still in my seat at The Opera House. Tears were running down my face and my hands covered … Continue reading When Prince Charming took me to see Prince Charming
Memoir
Tom Waits – “Time”
My memory seems to be lurking around the first boarding school I attended, Wroxall Abbey. One of the things that makes this exploration of memory so interesting to me is how it lingers over a particular time in my past and the blog posts seem to clump. Here’s one last post about Wroxall. Coming to the … Continue reading Tom Waits – “Time”
Rebecca
Rebecca is my name. That means I was Becky for the first thirteen years of my life. I still am to my family, or those old friends who know me through my family. I was Becky at primary school and in the first year at intermediate. When I was twelve or thirteen, my parents decided to … Continue reading Rebecca
Reaching for Q
As I thought about what to offer for the letter Q, I reached in and searched my memory, but it was all too silly, too random. Then, I remembered those word games we played on long car journeys, which was usually as we travelled down to the caravan. We reached and searched for Q words … Continue reading Reaching for Q
Memory
Memory is as slippery as an over-buttered kipper. Nourishing though. We’re at the midway point of the challenge, and my theme has taken on a far greater significance than it had when I first rather flippantly chose it. Memory has played tricks on me as I’ve written these posts, putting me in places at different … Continue reading Memory
‘L’ Words…
With ‘Memory’ as my theme for the A to Z Blogging Challenge, I’ve been working my way through the alphabet this month. For each letter, I think ‘what can I recall about B or K or H’ and so on, and fairly quickly a word pops into my head. So far I’ve been able to … Continue reading ‘L’ Words…
James
Writing my post about Cricket for the ‘C’ post reminded me of another reason why I may have a mental block against the sport. His name was James, a mate of mine at school. He looked like a young Prince Charles, even down to the sticky out ears. He was very English, fantastic at sport, … Continue reading James
