manual dexterity

Yeah well, after my mawkish last post I thought I should write something about art’nshit. My mother, her again but be patient, well she made, as in MADE me learn to type at school.  There was some shame attached to this because typing was a CSE subject and I was an O Level student destined for great things and non of them were labelled typing pool.  To illustrate just how trangressive my mother’s dictat had been; I was supposed to be a talented artist skilled in painting, perspective and pottery, skilling up was the way to go so when I did …

You are never far away from home even if you can’t go back

Before I left São João del Rei I went for another little walk and came to a church where a wedding was taking place. The church was full and outside people like me were rubbernecking and taking photos of the service. The bride and groom were at the alter standing stiffly as the priest said those priestly things. Suddenly everybody stood and I thought it best to walk away so I went outside into the bright sunlight and walked around the side into the shade. A door was open and I walked in. Music started to play, I think it …