It’s time…

This blog as been the hole-in-the-wall that allowed you to peak through into what was my human story. I have unlocked my secret garden of memories and experiences for you to wander through at your leisure. My writing, I hope, is experiential and visual; it is my way of showing you what I saw onContinue reading “It’s time…”

A sidelong glance

I’m not sure if I had any idea of the world around me, not really; and I am talking literally here. I have been missing out on a secret garden, a whole series of scenes and stories. Amazingly this fringe world has been playing out in my peripheral vision without me ever knowing it. I onlyContinue reading “A sidelong glance”

Wallace and Grommets

My new lower prescription specs arrived in the post and got their first outing at Croydon University hospital. The intention is for my eyes to level out a little and to reduce the dominance of my right eye. It is also to restrict my constant habit of trying to focus all the time. My specs firmlyContinue reading “Wallace and Grommets”

15 minutes of gain…

I have been given 15 minutes in which to do my thinking. I now have to condense and abridge my musings into this restricted time slot. My eye health is part of my vision therapy programme, and like the smoker trying to quit, I too have to curtail my habit. I also have to spendContinue reading “15 minutes of gain…”

59 seconds…

The features of modern technology recently allowed me to eavesdrop a valuable and insightful conversation between my little one, and his four year old cousin as they walked hand in hand through a National Trust forest. They pragmatically and succinctly discussed parental mortality; and still had time for an enlightening chat about dinosaurs – inContinue reading “59 seconds…”

Pediculus…

It’s not quite a full ‘banshee’ morning but it’s not far off. My voice has been raised for at least the last 20 minutes as my unresponsive children are systematically ignoring me. Shouting is having little impact; but the reflex is too strong to resist nevertheless. The little one whines “Can I have the TVContinue reading “Pediculus…”

White eyed

I recall a sunny day in 1979, so bright and luminous it literally hurt my eyes. We’d ventured out as a family to a local farm for what looked like an impromptu summer fair. Several fathers were lobbing wellies as far as their soft stomachs would allow them, flexing their arms warily afterwards as theyContinue reading “White eyed”

The in-patients

The taxi curves around a walled courtyard and I hear the tyres crunch on expensive gravel beneath us. A modern glass frontage titivates a nineteenth century house; typical of many boutique hotels I’ve seen before. Mum and I attempt to extract ourselves from the back of the cab in a ladylike manner; but fail miserably.Continue reading “The in-patients”

Mr Smiley

The evening entertainment is a bawdy affair. Swarms of sweaty children weave in and out of chairs and tables whilst bored parents sit torpidly nursing glasses of tart local wine. Nobody knows about me: Mrs NMO. We have only engaged with a few families, smiling absently when our children have crossed paths briefly, never divulgingContinue reading “Mr Smiley”