‘You Read That To Me Too’

Although I am virtually recovered from what my GP thought was diverticulitis, I still have a slight niggle in my lower abdomen. Jackie therefore drove me to a follow up visit this morning. No more antibiotics are required, but a blood test was recommended to confirm the diagnosis. We therefore went on to Lymington hospitalContinue reading “‘You Read That To Me Too’”

Suburban Terraced Housing

Anne stayed the night and we got up early for coffee and seeing her off back to London before her return to Athens. From ‘The Royal Horticultural Society’s Encyclopaedia of Plants and Flowers’, Jackie has established that yesterday’s unknown shrub is a Siberian lonicera tatarica, or Tartarian honeysuckle, regarded as a pernicious weed in NorthContinue reading “Suburban Terraced Housing”

A Fatal Error

Whilst Jackie drove the well used route to Shelly and Ron’s this morning, I, like Wordsworth’s Lucy ‘dwelt among the untrodden ways’. Well, untrodden for a very long time. And, apart from lunch, I trod them all day. Yesterday’s clearances had revealed the presence of another hidden gravel path, which I determined to open upContinue reading “A Fatal Error”

If A Tree Falls In A Forest……

This morning was a low-key one of rather subdued recovery from yesterday’s party. We drank coffee, ate toast, and played Scrabble. In mid afternoon we lunched on what was surplus to requirements at yesterday’s lunch. By this time we were four: Elizabeth, Danni, Jackie, and me.  Afterwards Jackie drove me home and we settled downContinue reading “If A Tree Falls In A Forest……”

‘Get Two’

This morning I began reading Voltaire’s tale, ‘Le Taureau Blanc’, which translates as ‘The White Bull’.  I doubt whether anyone of my generation can see such a title without thinking of Tommy Steele’s famous 1959 hit song ‘Lttle White Bull’ from the film ‘Tommy the Toreador’.  Rather as with Adam Faith’s ‘What do you want?’, IContinue reading “‘Get Two’”

Apple Juice

This morning I made a start on sorting and scanning 20 years of random film negatives.  The first strip was not my own.  It was taken in January 1984 by John Gordon, a friend of my sister Elizabeth.  This shot featured in the Southampton Daily Echo.  Sponsored in aid of Hilldene, her son Adam Keenan’sContinue reading “Apple Juice”

The Owl And The Pussy Cat

In the small hours of the morning the shrill cry of an owl, seemingly immediately by my open window, disturbed my slumber.  So far off as to be barely discernible came an answering call.  A duet ensued.  Suddenly all was quite outside.  Straining my ears I could just hear the distant correspondent.  Eventually both birds’Continue reading “The Owl And The Pussy Cat”