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WHITE FEATHERS

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

It's odd. When I was dealing with all the stress surrounding my break up with Builder Bloke and was trying to work out what to do there were white feather signs all over the place. Carnage sort of white feather moments. Big mounds of white feathers here, there and everywhere and stuck on clothes, hair, bags - it was as if my father was trying to shout out advice..... Since then, things have calmed down and I've barely seen a white feather. Is that because I'm not looking so hard for fatherly advice from wherever he is? Do we always just see what we want to see? I was mulling over these ideas just yesterday whilst doing my regular Monday morning walk in the park and came across an unexpected sight - a swan in the pond that belongs to the heron - I've never seen a swan in that pond before (and now I'm beginning to sound like an old person) but anyway - suddenly there was the biggest white feather moment imaginable:- Looks rather like a meringue:- There it is! There's the feather! You want it? Come and get it:-

DOGGING AREA

Saturday, October 22, 2011

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Is this a joke or a dreadful mistake?

THE NOBODY INN – DEVON

Monday, August 22, 2011

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So I belted out of London last night and ended up in "The NoBody Inn" in Devon with my mother, brother and sister-in-law for a really lovely evening to celebrate the life of my father on his birthday. I love this pub and more importantly my father used to love this pub. It's a 17th Century inn - all low ceilings and blackened beam - a proper pub:- With over 250 wines to choose and 240 whiskies:- Apparently, at least four times a day when staff answer the phone to take bookings they get the following: "Hello, Nobody Inn, can I help you" "well if nobody's in then how can you be talking to me?" Excellent food. The restaurant isn't open on Sundays, but the bar area, which we still booked was fantastic and you can also stay the night there. My mother was complaining she hadn't had her sign from my father - our white feather sign that day. I'd had mine, it floated right past my face just as I left London. My brother had had his. Then, once back at my mother's, my son sent me a message. This is the son that has gone inter-railing and so apart from a very brief text to say he'd arrived in Amsterdam, followed by an equally brief text to say that all his clothes had been ruined owing to shampoo explosion, I wasn't particularly expecting to hear from him for a while. He certainly wouldn't have remembered that it was my father's birthday. At midnight, he sent:- OMG, in a club in Berlin and they're playing "Pata Pata" - can't believe it - it's his song! He's here with me!". Weird. A club in Berlin, playing Miriam Makeba's music? How unexpected. How cool.

ANOTHER SIGN

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

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Oh and here’s another sign….. Yesterday a car was parked literally outside my house that I thought I recognised. It looked just like the car my friend had owned and loved who has moved to Australia. I helped her sell it to a second hand dealer who lives nowhere near us, over 6 months ago. [...]

GIVE ME A SIGN

Sunday, September 20, 2009

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My brother and I have been staying with our mother this weekend and visiting our father who is back in hospital. He is fighting an infection and has been seriously unwell. My mother said to me “I can’t believe he’s so demanding…he’s never been this demanding before in his life” and I was thinking “haven’t [...]