Virginia Barton

15 February 2019: Men in cars

The neurologist was really apologetic; he had no idea how close he was to being hugged. I managed to resist whooping and look crestfallen.

15 June 2018: Kugelis

You can’t go wrong with this Lithuanian “side,” even on the hottest day. Teenagers love kugelis; it fills all parts other padding-out foods fail to reach.

8 June 2018: Half came home

After I stopped crying on the way home from Lithuania, I realised that my head was as if I had been working on a jig-saw puzzle for too long.

1 June 2018: Once Upon A Summer’s Day

The time has come and tomorrow the interment will take place. There will be friends gathered from far afield, relations and nearest of kin. I suspect there will be a full house and I fully expect the sun to shine.

25 May 2018: Outward bound

The time is fast approaching for me to go again to Lithuania, this time to attend the interment of my beloved husband’s ashes in the church we chose together many years ago.

18 May 2018: The Duffer

I never minded flying until I had children. Then in a trice I was smitten with aviophobia. What a boring name that is for the condition.

6 April 2018: Tango

My nephew tells me that this musical piece languished in near obscurity until Pope Francis heard it. The rhythms must have been familiar to him, and I like to think of him tapping his feet and having a twirl.

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