“It is a long way off, sir”
“From what Jane?”
“From England and from Thornfield: and ___”
“From you, sir”
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë
This morning I logged into
Nyamazela.com after a long absence.
I took a metaphorical key out of my pocket, turned it in the lock and pushed the now-slightly-warped door open, wiped my feet on the mat and walked in. The air was a little stuffy, but I opened a window, drew back the curtains and breathed in the familiar smell of home.
Continue reading Honey, I’m home!
“Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing.”
The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame
It took me three attempts to name these early spring flowers in St James Park. It’s my mama and grandmama who really have the green fingers.
Almost every morning I wakeup with BBC Radio 4 news. When there is a lull in the news, I imagine the mad clamour in the news room to get hold of the latest obscure findings of some crazy new study.
Science is useful of course, but I’m amazed that our nation’s brains have the time or money, for example, to don their white coats and spend hours in a lab conducting experiments with a sofa and a remote control.
Continue reading Getting a spring in my step and a severe case of the burbles