A few days ago I wrote a circular letter to about 60 people with whom I have had contact at various times. They consist of those who I regard as friends but also professional colleagues. Such is the time pressure on people today that I do not expect people to read let alone respond that occasionally I am surprised, and this morning was one such when someone has taken the trouble to write back at...
I had a chat with my friend John today and we discussed various things including the writing of diaries. Brian: It's not the point of the number of people who read it. The point is that I uttered it (this diary) and it's in my soul pattern and my aura through which I am uttering these things and thus becomes part of the general consciousness. John: You can't adjust yourself because of what...
Barrett's esophagus - what is it? I will go short of saying that I would not wish this on my worst enemy. For those of you who do not know, there is a little flap in the esophagus that stops acid coming up into the throat. When this flap is shall we say lazy or only partly effective, the acids of the stomach which are strong as they have to be make themselves known through an unpleasant bloating...
The word 'intent' is about purpose. It was used from the early 13th century and comes from the old French entente, which means the goal, the purpose. This comes from the Latin 'intentus', which means a stretching out, leaning towards. In the sense of having the mind 'fixed upon something' the use was from about 1600 AD Let's look at the use of this word in current English " he listened intently...
An early bird rises I arose at 4:30 this morning after having satisfied my need for sleep. There seems little point in remaining in bed if you do not feel tired. I signed on to Channel 5 and this to be able to watch historical programs and I watched a documentary film about the winter of 1947 and the unrelenting snow that fell for the best part of seven weeks. The floods that came after were of...
Today's return journey from London to Somerset was not the best I have ever experienced but it was certainly populated with events. Our journey sounds simple enough, get a bus than a tram and arrive at East Croydon, from thence take the 20-minute rail journey to Victoria station, walk to the coach station, await the 11am coach (M10 as it so happens) and be transported to Bristol, then take the...
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Inspired by Samuel Pepys’ Diary 1633-1703