Author: unwrapping

reflective, agitated, sometimes melancholy, articulate, explorer, hopefully creative, reasonably hopeful.

Raspberry Fields Forever

We stroll down to the raspberry fields. The soft sun and the delicate fruits calling us seductively, irresistibly. Raspberries are my favourite fruit – soft, succulent, symbolising summer; sultry and slightly sexy. Forget strawberry fields, for me it is raspberry fields forever. Let me take you down.

Strangers on Trains

I’m not the sort of person who starts conversations with strangers on trains. The usual extent of my dialogue is with the nice man who struggles up and down the aisle with his trolley of drinks and light refreshments. The conversation is minimalist in the extreme:- Trolley Man : Any drinks or light refreshments? Passenger…

Whatever You Fancy

On Thursday we were invited to roll into the office in fancy dress, under the theme of “The Best of British”. This has an added complexity when “work” is 150 miles away and you are travelling by train. It’s a brave man or woman who jumps onto the 7.50 out of Derby dressed as Dennis…

The rock concert of life . . .

In the rock concert of life we are often squeezed in amongst too many people, too far from the stage and too considerate or inhibited to get up and dance. And the band don’t play our favourite tunes. A thought I mused as I waited for Keane to come on stage at the in Leicester…

Raining on the Royal Parade

So how is the Diamond Jubilee going for you? Is it a sparkling jewel or a flagrant waste of money? Are you thrilled at sixty-years of her majesty reigning or is it just  . . . raining? In case you think I am a Bolshie-Cromwellian-republican-socialist-anti-royalist; let me surprise you by revealing that we ambled up to…

Originally posted on Unwrapping The World:
I’ve never subscribed to the theory that holidays are some sort of energy recharging exercise. The perceived wisdom is that we run ourselves down, gradually but inexorably by week upon week of endless work and chores, and then like some human mobile phone, plug ourselves into a fresh supply…

Ain’t no body but you . . .

How did you find yourself this morning? Well, I woke up, pulled back the duvet, and there I was. I lose all sorts of things. On Wednesday, arriving back at my midweek residence I had my keys in my hand. By the time I had assembled by briefcase, suitcase and extra bag at the back…