Annoying your friends—instant poem
When someone told me, “All friends are annoying 15% of the time,” it hit me like a thunderbolt. That means I’m annoying too.
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Being the genteel poor in the 1940s—poem
At a time when nobody was very rich
a country vicar with six kids
was paid with a roof overhead
and a goose at the door
If you only knew — a poem
Mother (as we called her then) had lost her friend her dear friend Verity had died and Celia was sad. Three days later in the dead of night she had a visitation. Verity stood at the end of her bed laughing and laughing and laughing and shining with delight. Celia was enraged. “How dare you […]
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So many friends! How did that happen?
In which I notice with astonishment that I have many friends, and compare them to a trampoline.
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Make two new friends every year and dodge the loneliness trap
Long read, written in 2015. In which I accidentally make three new friends and thereby diminish my chances of suffering from loneliness in old age. One goal of my boot camp for old age is to make at least two new friends this year and every year. Now why would I set myself such […]
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