Monthly Archives: June 2017

Another squelching sweltering day. All hot sun and non-existent breezes. Okay, it’s nothing like Australia (of all people, having grown up in the Western Suburbs of Sydney, I should know) but for this little island of temperate living, it’s a … Continue reading →

A note was left by our front door today. It was good it wasn’t pushed through the letter box because Emma would have taken it, eaten it and left it somewhere mysterious. Had that happened, I’d have not known about … Continue reading →

Today the temperature hit 30 degrees and forgot to stop. The sky was totally cloudless and there was not much breeze. The only good thing to be said about it was that it wasn’t humid. Still, there was a lot … Continue reading →

I was planning to return to the Science Museum this morning. I was up nice and early, packed the dogs up and given them over to Sue. I then received a text from Nick at Work to say he had … Continue reading →

Today Emma turned three. That’s three years of teddy bear cuteness, three years of warm loving cuddles and three years of yapping. Fortunately, the first two cancel out the last. Three years doesn’t seem like much but I’m finding it … Continue reading →

The more the year goes on, the more stuff gets dropped onto the terrace from the branches of the tree in Clive’s Corner. And the more stuff that gets dropped, the more the terrace looks unappealing. It’s pretty obvious, when … Continue reading →

I’m fairly certain that of all the artistic periods that I’m familiar with, the Renaissance is my favourite. So whenever there’s an exhibition of some Renaissance master or other, I rush to get tickets and stare in wide eyed wonder … Continue reading →

First thing this morning I was up at the gym doing the things I need to do to keep mobile. It’s a strange kind of joy that envelopes me as I puff and pant, sweat and push myself. Odd what … Continue reading →

A woman accosted us in a garden today exclaiming how brilliant it is being British. “Is there anywhere else in the world,” she asked, “Where the people in a village just open up their gardens for complete strangers to wander … Continue reading →