Blog 134. Entente Cordiale

I sometimes wonder why the French seem to hate the English so much  (I use the nationality advisedly because, for a fair old time, the French were very chummy with the Scots). It is a rivalry that has been going on, pretty-much, since 1066 when the Normans invaded England and imposed their will on theContinue reading “Blog 134. Entente Cordiale”

Blog 104. Torchy the Battery Boy

“You have done what?”Jane’s concern for my welfare was touching, but also a bit scary.“Um….I may, just possibly, have swallowed those old hearing aid batteries you gave me to recycle.  I may have thought they were Vitamin D pills, you see”.She shook her head, more in sorrow than in anger.“I’m going to have to watchContinue reading “Blog 104. Torchy the Battery Boy”

Blog 96. “Forty Thirty. Silence, Please”

Help.  I am a tennis widow.  Or should that be a tennis widower?  Whatever, I am left to my own devices after 1330 every day except Sunday, destined to make my own entertainment, perhaps nibble on a little dry bread and mouldy cheese for supper, and to go to bed alone: a lonely soul.  ItContinue reading “Blog 96. “Forty Thirty. Silence, Please””

Blog 85. “Hi Tweety; So Long Jerry”.

Spring is trying to arrive in Melbury though, because of a storm last week, I had to lash down our newly painted garden furniture (Blog 83) and secure the entire outfit to the house using a large ring bolt and a double sheet bend. The narcissi are up and blooming, primroses and celandine decorate theContinue reading “Blog 85. “Hi Tweety; So Long Jerry”.”