5,7,5 – 365  16th October 2015 

5,7,5 – 365 16th October 2015


A haiku and a diary entry, everyday for a year.
Harry came home from university for the weekend. It had been his birthday on the Monday and it would be Laila’s on Sunday, so we have time together to celebrate both. He is full of stories about lectures, nights out and new friends, leaving both of us relieved that all is well and that he is happy. The visit also reminds us all that this is still his home.
A game of Monopoly in the evening, using Harry’s new Game of Thrones board, reveals a previously unseen ruthless streak in Alex, Harry’s girlfriend. This give us hope for the future that one of them at least will be able to control the purse strings. All is well.


Winter is coming

Go directly to jail

This is still Harry’s home


5,7,5 – 365 8th October 2015 

5,7,5 – 365

8th October 2015

A haiku and a diary entry, everyday for a year.

I met my brother Dirk at the airport today. I last saw him in the flesh over a year ago but in the intervening period the image of Dirk I hold in my head reverts back to the Dirkie I remember from over thirty years ago. The image I hold of myself is similarly locked onto a much younger me. The Dirk that emerges at Arrivals is instantly recognisable, although there is a bit more Dirk than there used to be and this Dirk has a bit less hair then he used to have. But he still has the same mischievous smile and we start talking as if we’d only seen each other yesterday, within a minute I am pleased to hear him utter his trademark, “whatever!” Here is that comfortable and easily slipped into routine that only happens with siblings. Reunions with old friends from years gone by always felt a little awkward by comparison.

When I get home and face myself in the mirror And find that none of us are getting any younger but turn my back on the face reflected there and vow to continue behaving like a teenager.

On meeting again

Time and distance drop away

We fall into step