Why bother?

Too mortal, a choreographic work performed at St Pancras Church, London, by the Shobana Jeyasingh Dance Company (source: shobanajeyasingh.co.uk)

Maybe he doesn’t know. Maybe he doesn’t know how much it costs me to ask for help. Even if it’s a little bit of help. Continue reading


“An enclosed basin”

source: featurepics.com

And so to Middlemarch, which I have been dawdling in like some self-obsessed flâneur for several weeks now.  Friends say to me that all life is found in it, and they are not wrong.

George Eliot writes with such acuity about relationships and character, that it is, at times, cringe making. Every few pages I find some observation that is so piercing, so redolent of my own relationship with Ben, that I feel myself sighing with recognition and wonder.  Continue reading