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The two-hour marathon barrier has been broken. Matthew would have been thrilled. But he’d also have loved that his local parkrun this morning was celebrating 57 years of Ugandan independence, and that despite the rain and a difficult week I was there and running it with friends. #parkrun #griefjourney

Eight weeks since Matthew died and I spent today navigating across pathless bog. That is a literal statement, but since there is clearly also (unplanned) metaphor in there I’ll add this: at the literal end of today the sun did unexpectedly come out. #grief

And so tonight to the theatre where, as any GCSE student can tell you, we meet the universal themes of love and death, over and over again. As the cherry on the cake this show several times included (of course it did) the first dance we used at our wedding: There may be trouble ahead But while there's moonlight and music And love and romance Let's face the music and dance Soon, we'll be without the moon Humming a different tune, and then There may be teardrops to shed So while there's moonlight and music And love and romance Let's face the music and dance. Back in 2007 when we chose this song it was to subvert a ridiculous tradition. Now of course it seems poignantly prescient, as - the human brain liking to see patterns - almost everything does. But in the years that we had by god did we dance; and right now I’m trying to face the music; and when the time comes I hope I will dance again.

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katejarmstrong in Uncategorized August 9, 2017 5 Words

Booker Prize Review: Autumn, by Ali Smith (Hmmm.)

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