Friko's World

Still reading old diaries off and on; more off than on now because my trials and tribulations of long ago follow me into unquiet dreams as w...

 How sweet you are, how darling. Thank you for kind words; it is true, much of the pleasure of blogging comes from the feeling of community....

Sitting in the comfortable chair in my study, feet up on the footstool, book open on my lap. I am calm and quiet, reflecting on life a...

how are you doing? Getting a bit fed up? A bit bored with your own company? I am. Not madly depressed or sad, just a bit bored. Min...

what is it    with environmentalists who make a huge thing out of plastic bags (yes, agreed, nasty things, as are plastic straws, both tot...

Have you ever felt that you’ve lost your way, that life isn’t what it was, that you’d dearly like to become positive, active and energetic? ...

From hopeful to hopeless, from dark to light, from cheerful to miserable. Sometimes all of these emotions overcome me in one day. Whatever i...

So many posts unposted, so many blogs unread, so many comments ignored or not left, so many emails not replied to, so much writing left unwr...

The difference between these two pictures is 20 hours and an awful lot of rain. It’s the same stretch of river and the same willow ...

. . . . . . . . . . but more along the lines of ‘All Passion Spent’; Men grow too old to woo, my love, Men grow too old to wed; ...

Twenty minutes to five and quite dark outside. It is a filthy afternoon of biting winds forcing thin draughts of cold air through tiny c...

That crackle and crunch underfoot is beech mast. The big beech is aiming missiles at me from a great height, and when her aim is true...

or How to Spend a Profitable Afternoon. (It’s still raining) What started me off I no longer know.  I remember I was idly looking for poet...

“Do you mind being old? Having lived your life?” We’ve just finished watching ‘The Bridge’, one of these gloomy Scandinavian thrillers. It’s...

You know those ideas and thoughts you have which disappear into the great void of forgetfulness? Not the ones which happen to get lost on ...

Often I find myself in complete agreement with the people whose blogs I read; the reason is probably that I tend to follow bloggers who are...

Good.  Not rush hour yet. Things went rather well today. Home in an hour. Errands done, shopping done, a full tank; don’t think I’ve f...

Thanks, Hilary Even before I was fully awake this morning I found my thoughts wandering in the mists of a time long gone.  ...

It came to me, quite suddenly, last night. Perhaps I should amend this to: today, it came to me today. Bright shining hands informed me...

Facial Mask  -  Wikipedia Hello, come in, how are you? I'll be with you in half a mo. Hop on. There we are, is this comfortab...