Monthly Archives: December 2021

For the final day of 2021, the weather gods saw fit to bless us with some blue sky. While the clouds were there at the start and, half hour before I went shopping, the rain was pouring down, this turned … Continue reading →

Mirinda met Sophie today in Amesbury. They met in the car park and wandered around for a bit before going to lunch in a lovely pub. Mind you, there was a close shave when Mirinda noticed a nice looking pub … Continue reading →

I was listening to the wonderful Robert Reed this morning. He has a podcast/YouTube channel called Gin and Truth which I love watching while working out. Because I’m working out in the extension, Mirinda often hears me crack up laughing. … Continue reading →

I realised this morning that I haven’t mentioned the Ashes test series currently underway in Australia. Following this morning’s Oz win, Australia is now 3-0 in the five match series. Among some amazing figures, the debut of Scott Boland was … Continue reading →

This year has been a classic British Christmas in that it refuses to stop raining. The temperature has been high and everything has been wet. I even resorted to wearing shorts on Christmas Day. Because of these two factors, I … Continue reading →

The sun apparently rose today. As the day lightened before me, and I reclined on the lounge covered in cockerpoos, the day was nothing but grey. And that was how it stayed. Grey with light, drizzly, ever so polite rain. … Continue reading →

I had planned to fill our dining table with Swedish delights for our (now) traditional Julbord. With thoughts of last year’s effort firmly centre stage and with weeks of planning under my belt, I worked steadily through the day until, … Continue reading →

This time of year, I tend to spend a lot of time in the kitchen. There’s a lot of pre-Christmas Day stuff to prepare, as well as the almost continuous need for mince pies. Add to the usual, the fact … Continue reading →

Having successfully avoided fish pie for over six decades, today saw me eat the second in a week. It was at Cote and had a fancy French name but, really, it was fish pie. And it was nice but, and … Continue reading →