Monthly Archives: March 2016

Ronnie Corbett died today. He was 85. The world is a little less amusing. I waited in for a stake delivery which was supposed to arrive ‘late morning’ but eventually turned up at almost 4pm. Or very late morning, as … Continue reading →

In the park today there were a lot of dogs. It was as if every individual walker had borrowed a load of spares. And most of them were randy males. So poor Freya spent a lot time on the lead … Continue reading →

We had almost continuous rain after 3:30. The sky was black like an impending thunderstorm…which was forecast but didn’t turn up. That was the afternoon though. Like Janus, the day had two faces and the first one was sunny and … Continue reading →

In 1816 Jane Austen finished writing Emma and it was published. In 2016 Chawton House Library celebrated the book’s 200th birthday. This afternoon we visited, between storms. The weather was the main topic of conversation today as we were lashed … Continue reading →

As if by the power of some fanciful and capricious deity, today was the antithesis of yesterday. Yesterday the sky was uninterrupted, the sun beamed all day and the winds were kept to a minimum destruct level, today was wet, … Continue reading →

Garry Shandling died yesterday. He was only 66. How much we loved Larry Sanders. We’ll missed you, Garry. Rather than be sad we decided to head down to the sea. Milford-on-Sea to be precise. So we packed the dogs into … Continue reading →

Forget your Easter eggs and dead sons of nonexistent and unloving fathers, we celebrate this moveable time of the year with a simnel (auto correct keeps thinking I mean ‘shovel’) cake. And this is how I do it… Get all … Continue reading →

This afternoon I was reading a House Husband (another one) blog post where he detailed making dinner with photos to accompany the text. I thought that sounded like fun. So… Tonight I made us both an omelette. Yes, Mirinda came … Continue reading →

Mirinda went to the Royal Opera House tonight to see the Royal Ballet production of Giselle. She said it was very traditional and very good. I said I was so glad I didn’t go. Rather than tutus and toile, I … Continue reading →