Tag Archives: Romania

On Hols, Since 1986? No.

You’d think, after nearly 30 years amongst the heathens – sorry, in Doncaster – the locals would’ve stopped asking. The scene: a market stall, a few weeks back. Me: purchasing a belt. Because, even in Doncaster, it’s not considered good … Continue reading

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“White, Other”

A warning in the form of a pretty fab quote: “All hockey players are billingual. They know English and Profanity.” – Gordie Howe Gordie played hockey with the Red Wings for many years. He is, as any Detroiter can tell … Continue reading

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Beetlepoppers and Ferry Cakes

Every family – however big, however small – has its own secret language. One known, and amusing, only to themselves. Even the little nuclear family of my husband, Gerald C Dalek, Arthur C Rat, Mr Fish and I have our … Continue reading

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Suicide, Resonance, and the Tribe of Aunties

“I guess they were all my sons.” – “All My Sons” (1947), by Arthur Miller When you work in mental health, and you’re open about your own problems, the subject of suicide often comes up. It’s not giving away confidentiality … Continue reading

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When Characters Come to Tea

It had been awhile since we last spoke: several years, in fact. Once, we were like siblings, except closer. Then we drifted apart, as siblings often do. I got on with my life. Who knows what he did. Then, a … Continue reading

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