A Metaphor

This morning I finished reading the final book of Chesterton’s Father Brown stories. I have to say that these last works are not, on the whole, as enjoyable as the earlier ones. The writer seems to philosophise rather too much for this particular genre and to overwork the language. He seeks alliteration to the extentContinue reading “A Metaphor”

Chesterton

We began this morning by Jackie driving me to the Post Office at Milford on Sea to post and Easter present with a card I had made yesterday featuring lambs who first appeared in the second ovine picture illustrating ‘The Nursery Field’. Soon after we returned home Giles popped in for a visit. Know thatContinue reading “Chesterton”

Father Brown

I’m not feeling any better today. This is a little frustrating because yesterday¬†I had been able to think, which hadn’t been possible the day before, so I hoped to be running around again by now. I always was an optimist. Crystal, another blogger, had commented on how difficult it is to be patient with illness.Continue reading “Father Brown”

Sun And Wind

Jackie provided her usual chauffeur service to and from New Milton¬†for my London trip. The four coach train was as packed as usual. One gentleman kindly removed his luggage from one of the few available seats so that I could sit down. The gentleman opposite me was fast asleep. His baggage lay between his feetContinue reading “Sun And Wind”