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  2. Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more! Alfred, Lord Tennyson - 'Tears, idle tears'
  3. No, I am not, I wish I were. I've had very little energy for the past couple of years, and the five days away were spent mostly sitting down (& Mr meg does all the driving). In spite of which I was exhausted by the end of it.
  4. Hello Meg, you are a bundle of energy to do all you did on your outing, good for you, keeps you young, although maybe a wee bit tired. Thanks to all for the encouraging response about moving, still very much in the thinking stage and waiting to see what the retirement places offer, lots to think about. Thanks Binker about the assistance in moving contents, seems as though several people have made use of the service and we probably will too. Hello Luna, hope all is well at your house. So much to ponder, will leave it all to another day!
  5. Meg, your trip sounds exciting and exhausting. Momac, there are many people here who will help you with those tasks. When my mother died and we sold her townhome almost immediately, I hired a friend who does those kinds of things for a living and she held an estate sale and then donated anything my brothers and I didn't want (we didn't want much). She told me to NOT come to the garage sale because it would be depressing, so if you go that route, you should probably make yourself scarce, too. I am about to go on a one-week vacation to Crested Butte, Colorado with my son. We haven't (so far) had a bad summer, but it's downright cool in the mountains, which I'm sure will feel good.
  6. I am only just recovering from two family celebrations at the end of last week. My neice got married on Thursday, which meant an eight hour drive, mostly on motorways, the day before (that did include a detour for lunch and a walk round a NT garden). The day following the wedding we travelled down to the New Forest, a journey of similar duration, with another detour, to a different NT property. The route heading south took us down the M43, ahead of that road being closed for the Silverstone Grand Prix weekend. All the 'no-access' signs were already in place, but we had no idea when they were actually closing the road, which made for a slightly anxious journey. It was a relief to find that we could actually get on to the M40 at the end. The weekend in the New Forest was a family party to celebrate Mr meg's 70th birthday, and Younger Son's 40th. We had a great time with both sons and families, but it has taken all week to catch up on my sleep, as i am still recovering from the medical intervention four weeks earlier and missed out on my 2 hourafternoon nap on 4 of the 5 days! 😫 Elder Son et al were very late arriving, as their middle child had been away for a few days on a school trip, didn't get home until the evening and needed to unpack and eat before they set off. It was all a bit hectic. I think I have caught up now, and we did have a great time - good enough for us to contemplate doing it again, but preferably not back-to-back with other celebrations & long journeys 🙄
  7. I've been wondering how you are. I hope that the move goes smoothly and that you are both happy with it.
  8. 50 years celebration of the moon landing. Loads of moon songs
  9. Good luck momac, it's a big thing moving but I'm sure you will find something your both happy with.
  10. Yesterday
  11. Good call, momac. I don't know how we would have managed if my health problems of the last 18months had happened while we were living in our old house. There are bound to be people available to do that sort of thing - there are over here. We were quite short of time, so resorted to some drastic measures, including hiring a skip and letting our sons just throw most of the contents of the attic into it, but if you can take a bit of time I'm sure you could sell quite a lot of of your excess 'stuff' - although probably not for as much as you think it's worth. Getting Dave to agree to the move is the biggest hurdle and you seem to have managed that, even though he is not thrilled with the suggestion. I hope it all goes smoothly for you, but if you hit any snags, feel free to rant to us, we will be here to 'listen'
  12. Just popping in briefly to say hello and that I'm hopefully on the mend from attacks of vertigo, on medicine for it. Not pleasant. Hope everyone is enjoying their summer. We have decided to sell the house and hopefully find a retirement residence which Dave is comfortable with, he really doesn't want to move but better we move while we still can rather than wait until one of us is not available through illness or whatever! The idea of getting rid of years of accumulated china, furniture, and loads of other stuff we never seem to get around to disposing of is mind boggling. Maybe there are people you can hire who will assist.
  13. I wept today, For I saw the truth, But heard the lies once more. I thought I heard you say never again, I thought I heard the words “no more.” I guess my ears were wrong, for those were untrue. I would have to be blind, And I would have to be deaf, To believe the tales you whisper so softly. Some would call me naive, While others would stand behind me proudly, As I batter your name, what we had, and what could have been. The tears sting, But not as badly as the words you spoke. The wounds are deep, untouchable, and unfixable. I had faith in your dreams. I had hope for our future. I had happiness in my heart, in my smile, and in my eyes. But you tore it away, slowly but (and) forcefully. We grew cold. We grew bitter and selfish. Neither wanted to let go, because the loss of comfort would kill us both. We got past faking, We got past even attempting. It’s time to walk away. It’s time for the misery and silly games to come to a stop. I wish I could say everything will be just fine, But then, I would be considered the liar, And a hypocrite just like you. Lauren Humphrey, Hypocrite
  14. I think it falls into the easy read, page turning category, it doesn't pretend to be great literature, and the plot isn't really that original (it's a plot set up that writers like Nora Roberts have used for years ie someone coming home for some sort of gathering and uncovering old secrets).
  15. I think The Dry is a good illustration that a blockbuster book doesn't habe to be the best book anyone had read, it just has to be good enough and appeal to a lot of people.
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  17. Well I am rather late to this thread, but not to the Cherrys series of books. I was a big fan of these books when I was a youngster growing up in the late seventies/early eighties. I grew up in a rural village but we were lucky enough to have a very good library, I was even luckier in the fact that the sole librarian there was my own mother The library had two Cherrys books on the shelves - 'The Cherrys and the Pringles', and 'The Cherrys to the Rescue'. God I loved those books and took them out on a regular basis. With my mother being the librarian I could take them out on an extended basis, essentially library members had a three week loan but with my "privileges" I would keep them for many weeks. I would estimate that well over half the stamps in the book were from my borrowing alone Then I grew up of course and books like that were long forgotten until about 10 years ago when I searched for 'The Cherrys to the Rescue' on eBay, found it and purchased it. After reading it the next logical step was to search for the books in the series that I had never read as a child and so using eBay, Abebooks, and a lucky find in the book shop at Charlecote Park, I have amassed 12 of the series over a ten year period. It may seem a very long time but I've been very strict on budget. There was a period about 5 years ago where the books were being listed at LUDICROUS prices, three figure sums in all cases and due to this I didn't buy a Cherrys book for several years. That price nonsense seems to have settled down about now so I am back on the hunt for the last two to complete my series! This thread doesn't seem to get much action so it'll probably be several years until someone sees this post, by which time I hope to have completed my collection Anyway, I look forward to reading any more input on this thread as and when it comes.
  18. When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut, Your round me roaming end, and under be my boughs? When, when, Peace, will you, Peace? I’ll not play hypocrite To own my heart: I yield you do come sometimes; but That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace allows Alarms of wars, the daunting wars, the death of it? O surely, reaving Peace, my Lord should leave in lieu Some good! And so he does leave Patience exquisite, That plumes to Peace thereafter. And when Peace here does house He comes with work to do, he does not come to coo, He comes to brood and sit. Gerard Manley Hopkins - 'Peace'
  19. Just pre-ordered it for my tablet. It will arrive a few days after I get home from what I am hoping is a very relaxing vacation. I will just have to read other things.
  20. I have got to about p.250 in this but have admitted defeat. It just seems to be lots of stuff happening and people talking, with little of interest. It feels too whimsical and flippant, like a John le Carré rewritten by Alan Bennett. I do like Kate Atkinson but this has been deeply annoying.
  21. Amy Whey hosts a book group at her house on behalf of her friend Char, who founded the group and gets to pick each month’s very safe title. But one month, a rather extroverted visitor shows up - she’s staying at the Airbnb and nobody seems to know who invited her. And when the uninvited guest - Roux - starts to offer Amy’s wine around and proposes a drinking game of Never Have I Ever, Amy and Char realise that they are no longer in control. Some of the participants readily give up their secrets, but Amy has a secret she is determined to keep. Over the next few days (weeks?) Amy and Roux play a twisty game of cat and mouse. Never Have I Ever is a long book - and there are parts that do feel like repetition - and it gets off to quite a slow start. The initial book group meeting (shades of the Great Gatsby’s cocktail party but for yummy mummies) introduces many characters and it’s difficult to keep a handle on who is who. For the first 10%, the story is slow and confusing - threatening to become a bed-hopping saga. But when the main narrative line - the Amy/Roux line - starts to emerge, the story settles down. The intensity builds and by the halfway point - when strange things start to happen - it is impossible to put the book down. Amy is particularly well drawn - complex with multiple hidden dimensions. Most strikingly, despite her battle with Roux, she seems terribly concerned about what Roux might think of her., In fact, much of Amy’s predicament stems from her anxiety over how she will be perceived by her friends, her family and even her enemies. Amy used to be large and lost weight - and maintained the weight loss - through restricting her daily calorie intake to 500 coupled with bulimic tendencies. So Amy’s whole life seems to be about suffering for the sake of maintaining her appearance. The other characters feel less fully rounded and Roux does verge on improbability,. Perhaps an exception would be made for Tig, a character who appears quite briefly but is both memorable and sophisticated. Overall, Never Have I Ever is an enjoyable psychological intrigue, probably aimed at women rather than men (although this man enjoyed it too). It’s not going to win literary awards, but it would make a great holiday read. ****0
  22. She Walks in Beauty She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent! By Lord Byron (George Gordon)
  23. I have now finished this third part of what is a series of 13 of what Richardson herself called chapters of one work called Pilgrimage. I regret leaving this so long as I enjoyed it just as much as the first two parts and already have the second book of the three next parts. I can't summarise it better than Dan, so I won't. It does need to be worked at so it depends on the individual reader and how much effort s/he is willing to make for what is a leisure occupation. But, DR is the first to write stream of consciousness and her prose is absolutely marvellous so it is, without doubt, more than worth the effort, imho.
  24. No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine; Make not your rosary of yew-berries, Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl A partner in your sorrow's mysteries; For shade to shade will come too drowsily, And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul. But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies; Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes. She dwells with Beauty—Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shalt taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung. John Keats - 'Ode to Melancholy'
  25. Hi Iris, Sorry, I pasted that URL into my browser and it didn't work. Can you paste it as a hyperlink? Click the link icon in the posting box.
  26. Fellow book lovers, I need your help! I am currently writing my dissertation and need some help with my research. If you love YA, NA, and romance books (and have 5 to 10 minutes to spare) I would be so grateful if you could fill out my survey: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1AFegH5GzbD_A_FOntBupVgMAu3XjLfVadYBEibYC958/viewform?fbclid=IwAR1yIVUkcXtdNCEPbeexFbMyU7khO6NCF7fIYrzua_s93BDBRlqQuSo-yOg&edit_requested=true
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