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01 May 2009


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I wish I hadn't read that, its made me very sad. I'm really sorry you lost your pets like that.

Oh, how sad. Odd how Susan wandered away after you lost your beautiful cat. They'll grieve in their own way. :(

The jelly moulds ... I bet they did bring back memories! I have a tea towel I have only just consigned to the rag bag. It was given to me by a very dear family friend who died about twenty years ago. I miss her so much, and couldn't part with this wretched tea towel until it was more holes than cloth!

It's strange that the most powerful memories are often a combination of very good and very bad things. I suppose we don't bother with the everyday stuff, wouldn't be room.
A very sad story but I'm glad it didn't put you off having pets. It's the strong attatchments that prevent me having more than we do.

I love those tortoise tales. And the idea of a tortoise with such an English name too.

My mother in law was very fond of tortoises and I remember her buying one with some winnings from a bet. Can't remember what he was called, but I can remember her taking him to the vet "because he didn't look well in the face". How could she tell? Turned out he was indeed poorly...

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Thought for life

  • The House of Breath, William Goyen
    We are the carriers of lives and legends - who knows the unseen frescoes on the private walls of the skull?

Thinking about . . .

  • Daniel Klein, Travels with Epicurus
    I too listen to music more and more. Throughout my life, music has stirred me more than any other art form, and now, in old age, I find myself listening to it almost every evening, usually alone, for hours at a time.
  • Julia Blackburn, Thin Paths
    I began writing because I liked to write things down. I learnt foreign languages because they seemed to enter my head by a process of osmosis.
  • Joan Bakewell, Stop the Clocks
    I live contentedly alone. It's better that way and I am often thoughtful about what has been and what might have been. There are many like me.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Oh to be reborn within the pages of a book.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Why is it that we lose the things we love, and things cavalier cling to us and will be the measure of our worth after we’re gone?
  • Judith Kerr, Observer Magazine, 22 November 2015
    I don't believe in God. I find it much easier to believe in ancestors. I like to imagine they are pointing us in the right direction.

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