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Category Archives: The parrot has landed.
All the twelves, 12.
Any minute now, it’s the last of the unique dates. You’re entitled to point out that there’s no such thing, that all dates are just a load of numbers, jumbled up. You’re right, they are. However, living as we do … Continue reading
Knickers to urinary tract infections.
I thought three packs of over-the-counter cystitis relief and a gallon of tea had sorted the cystitis but I had not bargained for the effect of a two hour walk in the biting cold. I am no longer surprised to … Continue reading
The grapes of math.
It’s all down to maths. I know when Stephen Hawking tells you this, you believe him. So, despite falling asleep two minutes into every programme featuring the man, do I. I concentrate so fiercely, that I’m snoring before I know … Continue reading
Jogging
I always said I wouldn’t. There is something quite unsettling about the site of the middle aged pounding the pavements. If you do it you have to have those thighs like ship’s cables and the regulation pony tail. Everyone who … Continue reading
This and that.
Regular readers will know that there hasn’t been much to read regularly here at all. Since my father died I’ve been splitting my time between here and Cheltenham, where my mother lives, and trying hard to keep two houses fifty … Continue reading
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The alter Native British Olympics.
Wasn’t the opening ceremony absolutely British? I thought it was great and for the only time I can ever recall, wouldn’t have minded swapping places with David Beckham, though not with the Queen, that outfit was utterly unsuitable for parachuting. … Continue reading
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The British Three day summer has arrived!
Yes indeed it jolly well has, so postings are going to be thin on the ground. Once upon a time I would have stayed indoors slavishly knocking out the writing but with age comes wisdom, especially about the Great British … Continue reading
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Grape expectations.
Gardening is undoubtedly one of those occupations where it is happier to travel than to arrive, not just because there is always something to do in a garden but because of the weather. When I worked in a language college, … Continue reading
The Olympic flame reaches Warwick–picture extravaganza!
As it is probably a once in a lifetime opportunity and we are knocking on a bit, the other half and I decided to make the effort to see the Olympic flame, in the fire, so to speak, regardless of … Continue reading
Knees, peas, fleas.
I should call this a week of serious annoyance. The weather has been wonderfully annoying for gardeners, one of which I would call myself if there was anything left which hadn’t been washed away in the rain or eaten by … Continue reading