Wednesday, November 23, 2011

No flies

I recall an afternoon with my elderly grandmother in her small garden in Surrey, not long before her death. As we walked slowly, purposefully, arm-in-arm on that early summer day we didn’t say very much, but instead enjoyed the simple pleasures of the spongy grass (avoiding the sodden patch where my sister and I used to catch tiny frogs as children) and flowers.

I remember a fly buzzing close to us for a moment and then darting away. She stopped, gave me a knowing glance and said “No flies on granny!”

Well, I am acutely aware that I have in recent weeks let flies land on this blog. I have excuses (of course, who doesn’t?): a much-needed break away from the house for a week, followed by preparation and participation in a “family camp” which I'll explain shortly (I promise). To be honest, my mind feels totally unsynched right now (to use a tech expression probably patented by Apple). A bank of thoughts and unshared emotions. Like a computer with lots of inputs but no output. 

Now where did I put that cable?

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