Monthly Archives: July 2020

For years I’ve been using the automatic postage machines in the Post office. I use them at Christmas for the traditional sending of the calendars for one thing. I tend to use them in preference to going to the counter … Continue reading →

We ate at Pulpo Negro again tonight and it was simply perfect. There were a lot more diners (which is good) and the food was exceptional. In particular there was a new dish which I’d seen on Instagram. I’d been … Continue reading →

I was almost home from the shops when a woman that I swear I’ve never seen before said good morning then, with a glint of recognition in her eye said she hardly recognised me. Before I could protest that she … Continue reading →

I have been trying to ring my mother for the last few months but she doesn’t answer the phone. I know she’s okay because my sister keeps me informed but it’s not the same as talking to her. Today, after … Continue reading →

Gardener Dave gave me a brief tutorial on how to grow my tomatoes this morning. He was ridiculously cautious in giving his advice until I told him I knew nothing. He then gave me the benefit of his years of … Continue reading →

These days, six hours is a long time to take to cook dinner. My average time is probably more like 40 minutes, depending on the meal, and that’s from scratch. Then, every once in a while, Mirinda requests a meal … Continue reading →

Following our previous brunch at the Holly Bush after which Mirinda took the girls for a long walk, we decided to do it again this week. Mirinda was in charge of booking and she decided we’d go an hour later. … Continue reading →

Today I went through a bit of a Paradigm Shift. It was with regards to my appendix. Like the majority of people in the world, I assumed it was useless, a vestigial bit left over from when we were less … Continue reading →

Emma has a thing for sticks. She finds the perfect stick in the garden (or out walking) and she brings it in for someone (anyone?) to throw for her. She then chews up the stick between retrievals. The stick gets … Continue reading →

On Monday when I went into Farnham, I noticed one of the bins had been burned to a crisp. The only bits left were the metal ones. This means a thin frame and the actual bin. Even the grass had … Continue reading →