Secrets July 2015 My mother's glory box was the most beautiful treasure chest I had ever seen, stately and covered in glowing beaten copper on every surface, impressively studded along every seam. Its side, as well as the lid were decorated with rich rural scenes, featuring proudly sculpted Red Setter dogs, standing handsome and alert, with long feathered tails and legs and glowing copper-coloured coats. All the years I could remember, my fingers had lovingly stroked and polished those rounded reliefs, lustrous and lifelike, especially when firelight, on cold winter nights, flickered across the surface of the chest. I imagine those much-loved dogs springing into life My mother was a dressmaker and kept all her fabric remants, sewing patterns, spoons of thread and trimmings in her glory box. When I asked her why there were so many dress materials, she had an explanation. "Oh, the ladies bring the fabric, pattern and th...
HAS HUMANITY PASSED ITS USEBY DATE? March 24 2009 I thought an old work colleague would appreciate a friendly phone call, so we could catch up on each other's news, but sadly I was wrong. "When are you going to start sending emails instead of wanting to talk to me?" was the unwelcoming comment I received. That was my last phone call to that particular person. Another friend’s husband was constantly tetchy and unrelaxed while they were travelling anywhere, and rushed into each arrival place, his arms and fingers poised for immediate action. I thought he must be a passionate piano player, but the sad reality was that he was desperate to attack the nearest keyboard, of the computer variety, and would decline to visit anyone who couldn't oblige....
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