About me
About this site, about me and some other words that popped into my head.
"You're only ever partway in a room."
This rather ambiguous comment was said about me by an ex, so long ago I don't remember their face. I do remember the comment, largely because it's true. I'm there and not there: my physical self is in one space while my mind roams freely among such topics as "Will I ever get to see a dinosaur footprint?" and "I haven't been to Rollright for a while, I should take the long way round" and "I wonder if the library has a copy of that book on the Black Death I heard about?"
Once, in an interview, I got sidetracked into thinking about how miraculous elephants are and couldn't answer any questions thereafter.
Luckily, I have floundered my way into a career where that kind of wandering mind is tolerated. To have it appreciated would be too much. And here I find myself, on the cusp of a Grand Age (mine, not humanity's), still thinking about old stones, old bones and old books.
If you can't find me at my desk, I'm probably at the allotment trying to stem the twin tides of bindweed and slugs. I am never winning at this. Or hiding somewhere trying to finish the book in my hand. I often win at this.
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