You know how it is – somebody mentions a particular subject on Facebook or Twitter, which sparks that domino effect of comments, which often stray off topic, interweaving with the original post but following trains of thought from a dozen, two dozen and more people.
You watch the thread build and add to the chatter but in your head the memories are sparked of things only related to the subject by tenuous fibres of thought. It is the catching those thoughts that can be essential to a writer. Continue reading
This morning the author and editor Diana Athill was interviewed on the Today programme for her 100th birthday. Happy Birthday to Ms Athill!
One of the things that she mentioned was her first memory of falling into a puddle and being hauled out again. It set me musing on my own earliest memories. I can think of several, and because we moved house two weeks after my 4th birthday I can accurately date myself as being three or even two years old at the time. Continue reading
House moving looms and we find that BT are unable to supply a telephone line until 14 days after the current house owner has moved out, and can’t supply us with a telephone number until then. Our internet provider cannot supply us with a connection until we have our new number – and there is a ten day wait. Well that was the first rendering. My other half spending half a day on the phone has resulted in shortening those time scales a little, with luck, but only time will tell by how much. Continue reading
I was woken this morning at 1.45 to the sound of someone pounding at the front door along with a dog howling in pain and/or despair.
So convinced was I that I’d heard theses noises that I got up to look out of the front bedroom window. There was nothing and nobody there, nor had the security lights come on, meaning that nothing larger than a mouse had moved around out there for at least ten minutes.
I have to assume it was a dream, yet I find it odd that I recall nothing else. According to dream therapists seeing or hearing dogs in dreams represent your current state of mind – and given that we are trying to finalise a house move I guess a howling dog is as good a symbol as any. The pounding fists at the door could be likewise interpreted
Or perhaps it was just the neighbours (I gather the police were called to a domestic a few doors away just last week) yet there were no blue lights flashing.
Curious and vaguely disturbing – but always grist for the writing mill!