a small boat floating on a sea of memories words I readily use swim near the surface some words dwell in the darkest deeps every year more nouns and names but I will fight the good fight on the tip of my tongue buyer's remorse I think slower I'm slowing her down I want to … Continue reading Fishing the grid
Something's just become clear to me: the reason why I like sudoku is because it's a sociable, strategic game. Sure, I play alone, in theory. But equally, the numbers are playing me. Each one has a distinct personality and they use their unique strengths to the hilt. Anyway I've just spent a happy pointless hour with my … Continue reading The personality of numbers as revealed in sudoku
In which the syndrome of prosopagnosia demonstrates and exacerbates the problem of finding a photograph that represents the true identity of an older person.
Joy of decluttering: know it? Some do, some don't. I love clearing away clutter: it's one of my favourite diversions. Last week I had an excuse to clear out half the contents of a little porch, commonly known as the cat's ensuite. Any excuse will do. This time, a new clothes drier needs a vent. Whoopee — … Continue reading Yesterday’s diaries: seductive clutter
Here I am at the mysterious Zq post, published by me, apparently. Some of you commented when this page was nothing but the headline: Zq. You were puzzled. So was I. What did Zq mean? To reveal that Zq was accidentally posted by a fat finger on my iPhone is too simple. Surely everything has a … Continue reading Zq = inquisitive Kiwi