How many T-shirts have you got? Have you got any T-shirts at all? Personally I have about 40, all have a nice soft cotton feeling which gets softer every time they are washed. Not a single one is plain white and all of them have some form of logo on them. My oldest was addedContinue reading “Undercover in the 19th century to up front and in your face in the 21st”
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Counting the milestones from cards, cake and jelly to hitting 74
Warning: may contain politics Sorry it’s been such a long, long time but let’s hope I can do better than I have done in the first half of the year. It has been an odd six months during which I marked my 74th birthday. I know it’s not a landmark birthday (that’s next year atContinue reading “Counting the milestones from cards, cake and jelly to hitting 74”
Rest in peace Roger, my friend
Yesterday was a special day, it marked a milestone date in my daughter Jacqueline’s journey through life. Although she is currently enjoying a well-earned holiday in America she is always with me. Today is a completely different matter. Today I am thinking of a very, very good friend who is no longer with us inContinue reading “Rest in peace Roger, my friend”
A touch of Arthur Askey as my wildlife garden is set to bloom
They say it never rains but it pours, whereas in the last two or three days the rain has been waiting until late afternoon before bursting out of the heavens, which meant I could get some time out in the front garden. I had to clear all the gravel away a couple of years agoContinue reading “A touch of Arthur Askey as my wildlife garden is set to bloom”
Pilgrim’s progress beyond Slough
I haven’t been around much for the last couple of weeks. In fact my last post was on my birthday and concerned the Six Nations final games (men) which resulted in Wales being awarded the Wooden Spoon having failed to win a single game. Now some people, mainly those who don’t really know me, mightContinue reading “Pilgrim’s progress beyond Slough”
Never mind the Six Nations – our eyes are on the World Cup 2027
If I was a churlish oaf I could possibly say that the boys let me down today, especially when you consider it is my birthday and I had high hopes of a victory in Cardiff against Italy. I am not, however, churlish or an oaf and I can honestly say that Wales made me proudContinue reading “Never mind the Six Nations – our eyes are on the World Cup 2027”
You don’t have to be a winner to make your followers proud of you
The boys did us proud today – I know they lost to France but the first half was a brilliant back and forth game which, for the most part, led to Wales just keeping a couple of points in front. They had certainly had a rousing pre-match sing song with Max Boyce belting out hisContinue reading “You don’t have to be a winner to make your followers proud of you”
When it comes to celebrities you probably beat them with your IQ
I have always enjoyed TV quiz shows going right back to Crackerjack and through to the current crop which includes Only Connect, Mastermind, Pointless and, of course Richard Osman’s House of Games. There have been many others over the years, including Take Your Pick and Double Your Money, University Challenge, Impossible, Tipping Point, Eggheads .Continue reading “When it comes to celebrities you probably beat them with your IQ”
Restaurant reroofed in time for a sleepy little friend to have breakfast
Having commented on two hedgehogs having come out of hibernation last week, with the hedgehog feeding station lacking a roof, I had not seen them again, although the weather has been pretty bad. Then last night, actually this morning at five to six, one of my prickly little friends turned up. Just as well IContinue reading “Restaurant reroofed in time for a sleepy little friend to have breakfast”
Talking To My Father Whose Ashes Sit In A Closet And Listen
by Lisa Zaran Death is not the finalWithout ears, my father still listens,still shrugs his shoulderswhenever I ask a question he doesn’t want to answer.I stand at the closet door, my hand on the knob,my hip leaning against the frame and I ask himwhat does he think about the war in Iraqand how does heContinue reading “Talking To My Father Whose Ashes Sit In A Closet And Listen”
Robin's Nest 