-
86: HOLIDAY MEMORIES
Lizzie and I are about to go on our first walk together – with the dog – for ages. I don’t know why there’s been such a large gap between walks. I guess we’ve just been busy doing our own things. Cedric reacts in his usual way when we shrill the word ‘walkies!’ – and…
-
85: DROP DEAD DEADLINE
At work, we’re rushing to deliver some shots. They’re for a big movie… and we’re working to a big deadline. We have to deliver the seventy shots – on which we’ve been doing post production – to a major film studio, by next Tuesday. The studio are sending us increasingly bossy emails about NOT missing…
-
84: KEFALONIA – PART 2
I feel discombobulated in a way I’ve never felt before. Oh sure, I’ve been lost plenty of times before – walking around towns or driving through the countryside (particularly in the pre-satnav age). But I’ve always had a pretty good idea which country I’m in (currently, I’m still not 100% sure we’re even in Greece).…
-
83: KEFALONIA – PART 1
Lizzie’s sister H., who’s not short of a penny or two, has incredibly kindly offered to take us all on holiday to Greece. It’s her gesture to Lizzie really – a way of saying ‘I know you’ve had an incredibly shit year, here’s something which will hopefully make you feel a little better.’ We’re actually…
-
82: FESTIVAL
Lizzie has gone to the WOMAD music festival in Wiltshire, with a friend. It’s the first major excursion she’s done – without the family – since her illness. She’s going to be there from Friday to Sunday: nearly the whole thing. After Lizzie arrives at the festival, she calls and tells me that – despite…
-
81: GARDEN CARNAGE
WARNING! STRONG(ISH) STUFF! INCLUDES DESCRIPTIONS OF GARDEN WILDLIFE COMING TO A STICKY END! (DESPITE OUR BEST EFFORTS TO PREVENT THIS!). Our garden is an amazing thing; particularly after having lived with a postage-stamp-sized patio in London, for years and years. Our countryside garden is large and long (I don’t feel too boastful saying that, because…
-
80: 50
It’s July 18th 2022. I’ve been quietly dreading this day. In exactly six months’ time, I’ll be fifty years old. I’m half a year away from being half a century. There’s no upside to this. I mean… fifty. How can this be happening? I’m still a man-child! What’s there to look forward to, to turning…
-
79: WORRYING
I’m having drinks in Clerkenwell, with the staff of the film production company at which I’m working. It’s nice! We’re in Clerkenwell Green by the Three Kings pub, next to the impressive edifice that is St. James’ Church. The sun’s out and the place is full of young media types living it up. I feel…
-
78: JOURNAL
A couple of days ago, I finished writing the journal (or the part of it)* I kept throughout Lizzie’s brush with cancer… from summer 2021 to summer 2022. I’m incredibly excited to have finished it! After all, what started off as a distraction to help me keep my sanity, in dark times, has now turned…
-
77: CEREAL
It’s morning and I’m looking through the cupboard in the kitchen, where we keep the breakfast cereal. Plain corn flakes. Plain multigrain hoops. Plain Rice Krispies. Plain Weetabix. Quakers Oat Cereal (ugh). Quakers Oat Muesli with Seeds and Nuts (double ugh). Where the HELL are the chocolate Crispy Minis? Or the Crunchy Nut Clusters? Or…
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
P. D. Clifton 