‘All Is Flux, Nothing Stays Still’

After a night of steady rain following an unrelentingly graphite-layered day on which the sun never got out of bed, it stirred itself this morning, weakly lifted its head, peeped through the trees on the Eastern side of the garden, sent exploratory fingers across the lawn, then stared through the living room windows. Just before noon,Continue reading “‘All Is Flux, Nothing Stays Still’”

Cricket In The Street

This morning I walked to our landlords’ offices in Raynes Park to discuss our moving date.  There was no-one in, so the conversation took place on mobile phones, which had not even been dreamt of when I was growing up in 29a Stanton Road, which has featured in a number of posts.  Not wanting aContinue reading “Cricket In The Street”