Can there be a more depressing place to be than a funeral? I know that these occasions are meant to be a celebration of the dead person’s life but, let’s face it, they never are. Even if the late departed is only slightly known to you, you still get upset – especially as you getContinue reading “Blog 131. Did I Mention My Cut Finger?”
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Blog 109. There was a cake…and singing.
“All clear!”, Jane called from the kitchen. “What?”, I asked, looking up, startled, from reading a fascinating article in a technical paper about the ductile brittle transition temperature in mild steel.“All clear!”, Jane repeated. ”The clearing away after dinner is done. You can come out now.”Oh dear: in trouble again. I left the dinner tableContinue reading “Blog 109. There was a cake…and singing.”
Blog 44. Ease springs on Monday?
“What are you wearing?”, she called up the stairs.My naturally fertile imagination immediately added up two and two to make five: at last, my ship had come in. Had the woman gone mad? Was there some fruity article in that Women’s Institute Magazine that had dropped through the letterbox yesterday? I pondered rapidly on aContinue reading “Blog 44. Ease springs on Monday?”
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