Dora

Dora, my daughter, died on February the 8th this year, and I’m still coming to terms with all the assumptions I had had concerning her life, my relationship with her and how it might have been if she had lived on. It’s still too soon, and too raw, and I am still surprised about my reactions, that…

Work is Work – Home is Home

The constant attempt at blurring the line between the work environment and the domestic environment, exemplified by bring in cakes, sweets, and take-aways, I continue to find depressing and bewildering. There is for me an element of infantilising the workforce and a need of some people to try and gain favour from their colleagues by…

Only Connect!

She might yet be able to help him to the building of the rainbow bridge that should connect the prose in us with the passion. Without it we are meaningless fragments, half monks, half beasts, unconnected arches that have never joined into a man.With it love is born, and alights on the highest curve, glowing…