Which, admittedly, I was scheduling myself to do even if the houndz of spring had not been snapping at my heels for walkiez.
Since I had finally had the go-ahead to go and affirm at the Probate Office so that, in due course (10 working days, I was told) I can get the Grant of Probate and start getting things moving.
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Had occasion to flaneuse across 3 Bloomsbury squares (Russell, Woburn, Gordon) to and from a work engagement, and spring is busting out all over, houndz ov spring b going arf arf and running madly in circles.
Splendid shows of bluebells all over the place, though not, alas, the wonderful woodland sight of great carpets of blue under trees.
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Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie: 'Don't we all write about love? When men do it, it's a political comment. When women do it, it's just a love story'. I'd suggest that in fact it's when men do it, it is about the deep chords of the human heart, when women do it it's soppy wish-fulfillment, but her formulation works as well.

Photographer Nan Goldin burst on ( Read more... )

Sunshine and blue sky and wisps of cloud again today.

No, really, has spring come at last?

Still a slightly nippy breeze that makes me wonder about those people sporting tee-shirts and shorts -

But this small householder has always come out warily at the summons of spring voices (why is this poem not online, huh?).

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Loveliest of trees doing its blooming thang in the pocket park behind the house, framed right in the middle of the bedroom window.

Tra-la-la, hey nonny, etc.

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People at Euston handing out leaflets trying to lure travellers to Marylebone, with 50p fares to Birmingham. When I first spotted these I thought of the old joke, recast as '50p from ( Read more... )

Have been wandering around this week in something of a daze, though slightly astonishing myself at the amount I have managed to accomplish in a state of sleep-deprivation.

Going away on weekends always tends to throw me out a bit, with the not getting caught up on sleep, and the intensive sight-seeing (or conferencing, or whatever), and for ( Read more... )

Because, suddenly, from being 'this is still winter, isn't it?' we have blue skies, sunshine and balmy breezes.

This small householder comes out warily* wondering 'will it last?'

However, in the ongoing saga of the sorting area at work (with which I have not so far diverted my dr rdrs): it used to be freezing cold. Then there was a phase when it ( Read more... )

It was cold, but quite bright, when I went out this lunchtime, but had clouded over by the time I was walking back.

However -

Crocuses!

in Gordon Square, not exactly fluttering and dancing in the breeze, because that is not The Way of The Crocus, but still -

Crocuses!

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Depressing news of the day (crying with the wind): It is with profound regret that UNISON learned yesterday of [London Metropolitan] University’s Board of Governors’ decision to seek new homes for The Women’s Library and Trades Union Congress Library Collections. I remember the joys of working in what was then the Fawcett Library in the days when ( Read more... )