It’s now 22 years since my mum died, apparently of her own volition and content that this was the time to go. Two years earlier we had shared a good week together, and sorted out some family affairs; most notably we had decided that I should inherit a painting by LS Lowry, and have it… Continue reading Mother’s Lament
Month: August 2021
Then they came for the Children…
My bleak vision of the past and future following a year of war on truth – over Syria, Iran and Russia – was in contrast to the optimism of the children gathered here to fight the climate wars which already engulfed us. It came against a background of masked warriors in Hong Kong, and masked… Continue reading Then they came for the Children…