Monthly Archives: September 2021

I had a Talking Newspaper today. After my brief foray into the Reader role last week, I was Presenting again. This time with Ann. And it went very well. Though, to be fair, it always goes well with Ann. A … Continue reading →

While Mirinda, Nat and Will beavered away at the dining table, brainstorming and making brilliant plans, I was busy in the kitchen, quietly knocking up a quiche. A ChezGaz quiche which, along with the usual eggs and bacon also featured … Continue reading →

At the moment, there’s a bit of a supply issue in Britain. A lack of HGV drivers has seen supplies at some supermarkets dwindling away, leaving big empty shelves. This has been going on for a while. In fact, we … Continue reading →

Yesterday, Sophie told Mirinda that the weather was about to change. The gorgeous blue sky and sunshine was about to be replaced with wet and wind. And she couldn’t have been more correct. I woke up to a howling gale, … Continue reading →

Fiona and Bruce are leaving our street after living in it for many years. Not that all the years were spent in the same house. They started off in a smaller house further down the street then, as their family … Continue reading →

Every Wednesday, a group of volunteers turns up in Farnham Park and attacks something that needs attacking. Nettles, brambles, small butt seed saplings, various weeds, all get the hack, hoe and chop treatment. This week, as I returned from the … Continue reading →

We were both ‘on air’ today. Mirinda had her first Town Hall for ages and I had a Talking Newspaper. While I started earlier, we did overlap a bit, but at opposite ends of the house. Well, she was in … Continue reading →

In a bit of expert timing, I arrived back from the shops this morning just as a white van stopped outside the house. As I unlocked the front door, the driver put a big box on the step and took … Continue reading →

Last week, while watching Bev and John prepare dinner, I spotted a copy of Delia’s Complete Cookery Course. I pulled it out of the bookcase and praised it, saying that we had a similar cook in Australia (Margaret Fulton) who … Continue reading →