2020: ‘I could not help considering what strange stuff all our little stories are made of’

When Dickens received a letter from his youthful flame, Maria Beadnell, some three or four and twenty years after his romantic pursuit of her was thwarted, he wrote, in his reply to her, about the ‘changeless Past’ and observed that he could not help considering what strange stuff all our little stories are made of.Continue reading “2020: ‘I could not help considering what strange stuff all our little stories are made of’”

Acrostic Poetry for our Tiered Times

I have deliberately avoided writing about the pandemic, or anything Covid related, but this has been a trying week. One of my sisters is currently home-schooling her eldest child, who was sent home to self-isolate for two weeks because his teacher tested positive for Covid. Whatever your position is on the government’s response to thisContinue reading “Acrostic Poetry for our Tiered Times”