I went to a coach to try and get some direction in my life. During a lull in our conversation, I drifted off, as I often do; suddenly I realized that the coach was speaking:
She asked me quite pointedly, “Where are you just now?” “Describe it to me in detail” Whilst her voice was gentle, it was nonetheless firm and I received her question more as an instruction, rather than a request.
I responded, “I’m seventy two and was retired by my employer two years ago. They discovered my age by accident and told me I was an illegal employee. I was given a month’s notice and my leave pay.
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Salmon Fishing in the Yemen
A Book Review on Paul Torday’s publication – ISBN 978-0-7538-2178-7
As the book suggests, ‘Credo, quia impossibile est’ –‘I believe it because it is impossible’.
Hooking salmon in the desert? Surely not!
My first impression at seeing the video title, was, “Is this real?
Then on watching the video I decided, “Well…maybe”.
Only then did I read the book.
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Tot Facienda Parum Factum
“So much to do, so little done”
Last words uttered by Cecil John Rhodes, British businessman, mining magnate and founder of Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe and Zambia) on his deathbed.
This was the motto of my high school and whenever I remember these words, I recall my teachers, trying vainly to drum it into my mind that I was to find more time to study.
Good or bad, the words had little or no effect on a young man who found dreaming of far greater excitement and comfort.
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“We spend time in our dreams, our special world where everything is on our side”
I dream of visiting faraway islands on distant shores, lying on a beach, engrossed in my favorite pastime – dreaming. Continue reading “So You Are ADD Too?”
Clarence was terrified and began wriggling for all he was worth. The bird swooped towards the river, heading for her young ones in their nest. Then Clarence squirmed free and fell headlong into the water, where a fish took a bite at him, narrowly missing and in doing so, knocked him onto the bank. Badly shaken, bruised and cold he huddled under the safety of some rocky cover. Continue reading “The Fairy and the Caterpillar (Part Two)”
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My Father, a flight engineer on a Central African Airways Viking aircraft was killed off the coast of Tanzania when the plane crashed in 1953. I was eight years old at the time and always believed that a day would come when he would return and it would all have been a bad dream. Although various family members had visited his grave, opportunity never came my way. Continue reading “Safari to Dar es Salaam.”