The view from my window changes – what was clear and open a few weeks ago is now dense with a myriad of fresh green shapes and forms. Young leaves wiggle in the wind and tall green shoots rise to meet them, disguising my view of the field beyond. Occasionally a black and white cow … Continue reading Spring
I write this in tears as I’ve just learned that David Lynch, one of my very few heroes, has died. Fiddian and I watched so many of his films together, as well as the whole of Twin Peaks. I loved that show so much that Fidd even made me a gold shovel like the one … Continue reading Post mortem
There is a very defined procedure for what is called “a sudden death in the community” and it kicks into gear very fast. Fiddian’s death was recorded at about 12 minutes past 11pm on a Friday night. I wasn’t paying close attention, but I reckon the three air ambulance people and the first responder were … Continue reading Death (Part 2)
It is almost one month exactly since Fiddian, my husband of 8 years, partner of 14, died in front of me in our living room in Bossiney Court at the far-too-young age of 61. The moon was full the night before, and so bright that it had woken me at 5.30am and prompted me, most … Continue reading Death (Part 1)
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