2020 Grateful 37: Birdsong

Meet Maryjane. For at least the last 12 or so years, she’s lived in a yurt in a field in France with her family. Instead of spending her life being ‘told what, when and how to learn, followed by years of employment being told what to do, just for the privilege of having somewhere to live and enough to eat’, Maryjane left England, moved to France, built a yurt and chose to live with nature. Read more

2020 Grateful 38: Bale bunnies in Zalavár

A couple of villages over sits the village of Zalavár. Zala is the name of the Hungarian county we live in and vár is Hungarian for castle. Back in the day, many centuries ago, Zalavár was a metropolis, boasting a monastery, a convent, a brewery, and a castle of course. Today, it’s one of a string of villages that loop around the lesser-known Hungarian lake, the Kis-Balaton. Read more

2020 Grateful 39: Watching

A friend of mine commented in conversation (WhatsApp) last week that they were having a difficult time scheduling their social activity. With so much by way of online concerts, plays, and movies to choose from, it was hard, they said, to find time for everything. Read more

2020 Grateful 40: One chicken and a bucket of yellow paint

When yet another friend posted/wrote something about having to cook now that they’re in isolation, I realised that many people don’t cook at all or cook very little. But now that eating out is but a vague memory in the distant past and takeouts have lost some of their appeal, this is the perfect time to start. Read more

2020 Grateful 41: Could we wake up to a better world?

I’m on the train back to the village, having spent 24 hours in the city. I was very careful about who I met, where I stood, what I touched. Extra vigilant.  Extra, extra vigilant. Read more

2020 Grateful 42: Memories of Rabbitt Carter

Walking down the village to mass yesterday, I noticed three women in front of me all in black. The men outside the church were in their usual spot – all in black, too. Himself was in dark colours but I was in a bright red sleeveless jacket over a pale blue jumper with a multicolour blue scarf. I felt a little bright. Read more

2020 Grateful 43: Grateful – the film

I’m back in my happy place. Since I got up this morning, I’ve only spoken to two people. One was himself. The second was a chap who says his name was Boris. I picked up my phone without checking the number and answered. It was Boris. Read more

2020 Grateful 44: As Lent begins

No wine. No booze of any kind. No cakes, sweets, or biscuits. No chocolate. No sneaky cigarettes. And I’m going to work out every day, be in bed by 10 pm, and get my steps in. I delivered all this in one roll. She looked at me askance and asked hopefully: Are you going to be away much between now and Easter? Read more

2020 Grateful 45: Cupid and Covid-19

I was late for the wedding. I’d set my alarm to be up at 7.20 am, giving me a whole ten minutes to get there, but I’d miscalculated the time difference. My college classmate Sum was getting married in Hong Kong and they were streaming the ceremony. Read more

2020 Grateful 46: On sharing

A comment on a recent blog post got me thinking: “Next time maybe just stop the car, forget the photo and enjoy the sunset in front of you and the way it changes………why do you need to share it with others……..does the sun not set where they live?” Read more