Tag Archives: July

Fragments (A)

Nine or ten years ago, the Old Man went to hospital for an out-patient appointment. He was ferried there and back by taxi. Afterwards, he told me that the taxi was equipped with “a speaking clock”. This turned out to … Continue reading

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Thursday 28-7-11: skip away / patience rewarded

For the past few months, a skip has been occupying a parking-space next to a domestic garage not far from Mrs Jebec’s house. The Jebecs have always liked to park one or other of their cars where the skip has … Continue reading

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Sunday 24-7-11: like mother unlike daughter

In the morning, from my bedroom window, I saw the dark-blonde woman who lives in the house beyond Mr & Mrs JG’s, playing with her daughter in their back garden. The woman was dressed less revealingly than on 26 June, … Continue reading

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Saturday 23-7-11: too much too soon

Before driving to Bert’s for my fish and chips, I spoke with Mrs CJ — earlier, I had seen her driving off as I was entering the Old Man’s house, and we had waved to each other. Now she had … Continue reading

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Tuesday 12-7-11: green bin emptied at last

After breakfast, I heard the noise of bins being moved nearby. It was not the rubbish-bins but the green bins that were being emptied — and the Old Man’s green bin hadn’t been emptied for weeks and weeks. I rolled … Continue reading

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Monday 11-7-11: woman multitasking

After breakfast I happened to be standing at the landing window, and saw parents and children making their way to the school. One little girl, who passed by the house opposite the Old Man’s house, to the kerb side of … Continue reading

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Sunday 10-7-11: domestic architecture

I drove to Peakville, arriving in time for a late lunch. Mr JG has erected the fence, but has not painted it. Numbers 38 (formerly Mr BC’s house) and 105 are the only houses on the Acacia Estate, as far … Continue reading

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Echo-chamber of social media

Many parenting bloggers have expressed their dismay and incredulity at the result of the EU referendum. “How can Brexit have won? Nobody I know voted for Brexit.” Pro-Brexit parenting bloggers seem to be very thin on the ground. In the … Continue reading

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More memories of Metroland Primary

Three more memories of my primary school: One day in the early 1960s, a member of the teaching staff ushered us into a side-room (I’m not sure why) and told us that Becky, a classmate of ours who was absent … Continue reading

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Friday 1-7-11: retail entropy

I noticed today that another shop in downtown Suburbia Somnolenta has gone out of business. It was a glazier’s shop that had been there for as long as I can remember. Nearby, a bric-à-brac shop has recently closed. There is … Continue reading

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