Category Archives: Lockdown

Carl Reiner died on Monday. I’ve read all over the Internet that he was one of the nicest men in show business. His work was amazing, full of joy, never cruel. What a legend. And it makes me realise that … Continue reading →

The other day, I had an email from Dr B recommending a talk on Innovation and Improvisation in the RAMC, primarily in the Great War. The lecture given by Dr Jessica Meyer was being hosted by the Western Front Association … Continue reading →

Yesterday marked the 100th day of Lockdown in the UK. Bits and pieces of society are returning to a sort of normal but, basically, Lockdown continues. And, given what happened in Leicester, it may be a kind of rolling on … Continue reading →

Many years ago, I first watched All That Jazz. It quickly became my favourite film and I have watched it so many times since those far off days, that I know most of the dialogue. For that reason alone, it’s … Continue reading →

A while ago, Mirinda booked us in for a visit to RHS Wisley. It was to mark their big re-opening and was only for members and their guest. It was also restricted in numbers and at pre-booked times. She booked … Continue reading →

Our rescheduled barbecue happened this evening. It was very much an on again, off again affair with rain and sun and rain and sun throughout the afternoon and evening. It was quite the variable day. I was prepared to cook … Continue reading →

Possibly the biggest change to the Hedge Bed (Day-z Bed) this year is the inclusion of water and electricity access running along the base of the fence. Both are as a result of the greenhouse. Both have made the greenhouse … Continue reading →

Today I moved my office out to the terrace following Mirinda’s suggestion. She had popped her head into my office and gasped, saying it was very much like a sauna. There was a breeze on the terrace, she said, and … Continue reading →

I think I’ve stopped being an Australian. The heat today was really too much for me. As Mirinda pointed out it was nothing compared to a Sydney summer. I’m certain I’d be the butt of many jokes back home discussing … Continue reading →

Pamela, at the fish and meat counter in Waitrose, said she thought it was Old Father Time slowly approaching her from the fruit and veg. She claimed it was the beard and the walking stick. I suggested I wasn’t quite … Continue reading →