Being Feline_Planet Earth_The Censored Memory_Today
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Being Feline
“wow. WOW. WOW.”The crescendo woke me. I looked at the www.onedoor.ccclock. 3am. Just as it had been yesterday and every day since Malkovich had come to live with us. “WOW. WOW. WOW.”Malkovich was running circles round the bedroom, crying loudly as he went. How unfair it was that our cat made so much noise when every other cat I had ever met said a quiet, polite “Meow”.Malkovich leapt from the bed to the window-ledge then onto the Ottoman, the chest of drawers and back on to the bed then repeated the whole circuit again and again. In different circumstances I might have been impressed by his graceful athlet...
Planet Earth
On Antarctica, a man was listening to his radio before the daughter was yelling. He was frustrated with no place of quiet to himself. The place was a chamber and his entire family lived there. Sure, it was cold out there, and it became very boring for his wife and the kids on some days but his job paid well. He was getting five-hundreds thousand for a year in Antarctica on research. “Dad, look at this!” Andalusia said, wiping the frost off the window. Outside, they saw the snowland, and the penguins sliding down some plains. “Yeah, I see it. They’re having fun out there.” “No, no not that....
The Censored Memory
The Censored MemoryIn 1956 I won a prize, a flip in a DH 89 biplane, a real event, the first time I'd left the ground, in this lifetime. In 1966, age twenty-three, I left my employer to travel. That company was De Havilland when I started there. I spent the summer of sixty-six in Spanish sunshine. Ronda disturbed me in a way I could not define. I moved on and soon forgot, but I still have the photograph I took of Puente Nuevo. Those were real events. Fate then intervened. For six decades I wondered, where was I before? Not the ageing parts you see and touch, but an ...
Today
If you know me at all, you'll know I'm a stickler for punctuality. Which is only one of the myriad reasons I dutifully (and a little conceitedly, I admit) set my bedside clock ahead one hour on the night of March 30th, 2024、 So many of my colleagues at Brentfield Pharmaceuticals had pitched up either an hour too early or an hour too late on DST change days, I had lost count. Many of them just didn't care, since it was a Sunday and not a mandatory work day. I, on the other hand, was proud to say that I had not ever missed a clock-in time, and I believed I never would.Another reason was that Apr...