Tag Archives: norwich

The Hour of the Book

Posted on March 3, 2019 by Scribe Doll

The day is drawing in and I’m rushing to finish translating a page.  I need to look up a word and that slows me down.  I don’t like to stop mid-page but if I don’t leave now I’ll be late.  Do … Continue reading →

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Winter Lights

Posted on November 20, 2016 by Scribe Doll

H. dislikes Christmas, which is why I am surprised he suggests we go to the Norwich switching on of the Christmas lights.  “Yes, but they’ve put up a tunnel of light that’s supposed to look like the Northern Lights next … Continue reading →

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“So What Brought You to Norwich?”*

Posted on January 10, 2016 by Scribe Doll

When I tell the truth, they don’t believe me. I was brought to Norwich by a sheet of paper, a pen, and a china mug. It was winter 2013, and I was at odds with my life.  There appeared to be … Continue reading →

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Norwich Animals

Posted on June 14, 2015 by Scribe Doll

Every morning, half a dozen or so large seagulls gather on the roof of the house opposite H’s study window.  Well, perhaps “gather” isn’t the right word, since they’re never all there at the same time.  They compete for the … Continue reading →

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The Busker

Posted on November 2, 2014 by Scribe Doll

It was a voice carried by the wind through the semi-deserted streets of a Norwich Sunday afternoon. A voice that sang not into your ear but into your heart. I started walking towards it. He was standing outside NatWest Bank, … Continue reading →

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On the Train from Norwich to London

Posted on June 29, 2014 by Scribe Doll

The journey from Norwich to London was supposed to take two hours.  It took a little over four.  When we left Norwich, all seemed on schedule.  Then they got us to leave the train and wait on the platform in … Continue reading →

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New City, New You – or New City, Real You?

Posted on April 7, 2013 by Scribe Doll

There is something liberating and strangely peaceful about moving to a place where you do not know a soul, and nobody knows you.  People tell me that you can be whatever you like, then.  Reinvent yourself – that all too trendy … Continue reading →

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Easter Break in London

Posted on March 31, 2013 by Scribe Doll

Massaging warm olive oil into my hands, face and legs, then wrapping in hot wet towels. To heal cracked fingertips, smooth hardened cheekbones, and soothe sore red skin irritated by too many layers of clothing.  It is the Norwich cold.  … Continue reading →

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Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea*

Posted on March 24, 2013 by Scribe Doll

I am like a woman who keeps being lured towards the mad, bad lover, while a perfectly nice guy is standing around, available.  I have always been fiercely judgmental of women like that.  Why don’t they think with their brain … Continue reading →

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Birthday in a New City

Posted on March 10, 2013 by Scribe Doll

My friend B. gave me a gift card for a coffee shop chain, for Christmas.  He said it would allow him to buy me a coffee or hot chocolate if I ever really needed one, and he was not there … Continue reading →

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