Frank Tallis’ “The Incurable Romantic” is a non-fiction work. It was first published in 2017. July 2018, a translation appeared for Flemish and Dutch readers.
Can Google Maps and other satnav software be trusted? Some swear by such software. Many swear at the software. Some unflappables allow some leeway.
Friends mailed me. Did I take enough “moderate” exercise? I said I walked between dining room and fridge a lot.
While Trump claimed he had been vindicated – and therefore his Russian headache and cloud had lifted (fake news and alternative facts, as usual) … While Theresa May had created a big, huge, enormous splitting headache – for herself, her party, plenty voters who had supported her … I accidentally hit upon a very bad idea.
The weather was fine, yet I decided to take a tram. It was late and I wanted to watch “The state of America”. We trundled to the next stop.
Perhaps, I shouldn’t have, but the article’s content really irked me. The Guardian’s columnist Hadley Freeman today posted a “stirring” piece. Usually, I skip the Guardian’s opinion articles. Unfortunately, the headline caught my eye, so I read the piece.
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Last weekend, I entered a church. Not because I am religious, but because for the first time in my entire life, this church was completely open to visitors.Usually, one can only admire the distant interior from behind a grill. As an art addict, of course I grabbed the chance to wander all over the place.
Spring’s back.It can’t be denied!
It’s not because temps are rising and early bulbs are above ground and blooming. It’s not the catkins out and imitating the special early greenish yellow tiny buds of leaves. It’s not even the silhouettes of white egrets walking about in ditches and ponds imitating ballet dancers.
It’s storks suddenly back from spending the winter in Africa.Last year, all of a sudden they were gone. Now, all of a sudden, they’re back.
Yesterday, I spotted a few looking down from a nest high in a tree and a nest on a special long pole. They looked rather disorientated. I had to blink twice, but thought: uhm – black and white outfit and up in such nests? I wasn’t sure though. It was from quite a distance.
Now I am. Today, I saw at least four prancing sedately through fields they shared with sheep, silly lambs, a couple of cows. Not just that black and white out fit, but large orange bills and legs. Yes, they’re back from Africa!
And I’m sure. I’m 100% certain.
We are heading towards spring!
Do we still need to celebrate International Women’s Day, some wise-crack asked yesterday. Of course!
A last-minute change of mind ensured I attended an awfully interesting lecture. The subject was a family history. The family was one of many, torn apart through migration. Of this family, members managed to migrate – while others were left behind in Nazi occupied Austria.