It seems that today is not independence day, after all, but thanksgiving day, brought forward by half a year. Up and down the land, those fortunate enough to survive lockdown have been out and about, singing a Fleetwood Mac song … Continue reading
Puppy class week 3 I’m on my own this week and arrive late and flustered, coaxing Percy into the hall with all her bits and pieces under my arm. Bed, lead, water, bowl ….. oh no – I’ve forgotten the … Continue reading
Seriously impressed by God. 6 days to get this thing done was nothing short of a miracle. Two weeks in, we’re still looking for the polar bear’s nose. On the first day He made the edges. Then Antarctica and the … Continue reading
My golf buddy and I took advantage of spring-like conditions on New Year’s Day to lock horns and put the new rules to the test on our local course. The idea, or part of it, is to speed up play, … Continue reading
Confirmation from my sleeping partner that valeta (‘servant going to a dance’) is a kind of waltz gave me v as the third letter of ‘it was in form when young’. Since I already had L, e and … Continue reading
I went on a Speed Awareness course in Newbury last week and a few interesting things came out of it. Not enough things to fill four hours but still, a few are better than none. Like everyone else I was … Continue reading
My daughter is due back from France at the weekend. I must hurry up and finish the crisps before she gets home. I’m worried about her. Her eating habits are terrible. She nibbles at mealtime and pushes her plate away … Continue reading
It’s great to learn from twitter and facebook how much fun other people are having and how fantastic the weather is, where they are. Life can be quite exciting here too. Unlike Saturday’s upcoming Inferno race in Mürren, yesterday’s school … Continue reading
My first reaction to the needle in the haystack art event story was, why is he doing it in France? How many Parisian art-watchers will be au fait with English idiom? If Tate Modern showed a man stirring butter into … Continue reading
My dreams were so vivid and peculiar, I feel the need to write them down. There were three of them and I can’t remember in what order they came, or if I moved back and forth between them. We were … Continue reading