We all have regrets, some have more than others, but all in all there are not many regrets in my life. There are times when something doesn’t go the way you hoped for, but looking back you realise it was not a problem because it put your feet on a different, better path. Even atContinue reading “Regrets, I’ve had a few, but then again too few to mention”
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My jokes aren’t enough to get a rise out of my bread dough.
Well we got through Day One without any major mishaps and I actually managed to get something done. Not a lot. The first thing I did was to make some jellies, which I should have done three days ago. Up a few pegs from that I did make my first batch of bread dough. NotContinue reading “My jokes aren’t enough to get a rise out of my bread dough.”
Let’s start at the very beginning
Which, as Julie Andrews told us all, is a very good place to start. We might spend a lot of time with our ABC, but, in consideration of my followers, there will be no tonic solfa. This is the start of a brand new year, the first day of the first month of the 25thContinue reading “Let’s start at the very beginning”
Plenty of fun on Facebook groups but some just go a step too far
Many people on Facebook began with a small group, mainly family and friends, and they would put up pictures taken on a day out, even pictures of their breakfast. Then you find a friend of a friend who puts up interesting posts and you befriend them and these new friends allow you access to theirContinue reading “Plenty of fun on Facebook groups but some just go a step too far”
Even a drunk rugby club crowd can not outdo Swift in bawdiness
In my wayward youth I did spend time carousing in pubs and in the rugby season my friends and I would head off to one of our favourite pubs and, once we had consumed an appropriate amount of alcoholic liquid, we would entertain ourselves, and many of the other patrons, with a variety of whatContinue reading “Even a drunk rugby club crowd can not outdo Swift in bawdiness”
Walking into a lion’s den and out again with a smile on my face
The blue plaque on a building in South Street, Mayfair, which was once the headquarters of the Rank Organisation. It was a delight to pick my old Morris Minor up and it didn’t take me long to drive from Colchester to Basildon where I was greeted by the three young ladies in my life. Sarah,Continue reading “Walking into a lion’s den and out again with a smile on my face”
A brief break in my old haunts then home again, home again, jiggity jig
After the tour it was a change to have a good Sunday roast with my parents and a very comfortable bed to sleep in that night, but no rest for the wicked, as they say, not that I consider myself wicked of course. Bright and early Monday morning, well not long after 9am, I wentContinue reading “A brief break in my old haunts then home again, home again, jiggity jig”
No more Izzy Wizzy it’s time for me to say ‘bye bye everybody, bye bye’
The time had finally come when The Sooty Show turned its back on the South and East and headed North – which for Harry and Sooty was really going home because Harry was a Yorkshireman to his boots, despite his time down in the West Country. We had six venues left on the tour butContinue reading “No more Izzy Wizzy it’s time for me to say ‘bye bye everybody, bye bye’”
Longed-for letter boosts my spirits as we catch up with some old friends
As the tour went on it seemed as though every day there was something new, though none of it quite as bad as those few horrific minutes in the cinema when a Polish actress made use of her natural assets to kill a man. As Dickens said: “They were the the best of times; theyContinue reading “Longed-for letter boosts my spirits as we catch up with some old friends”
Love is . . .
or is it? Maybe we should first ask: What is love? Dolly Parton claims: Love is like a butterfly, as soft and gentle as a sigh. Roy Orbison says: Love hurts, Love scars, Love wounds and mars any heart. It takes a lifetime to learn the truth and in the end it appears they wereContinue reading “Love is . . .”
Robin's Nest 