Blog 149. The Land of our Fathers

So that was Wales.  Been there, done that, don’t wear tee-shirts. “Prynhawn Da”. Following my principle of learning and using a few key phrases of a host country when on holiday, I thus addressed the receptionist as we arrived in our hotel in Abergele, North Wales.“Good Afternoon, sir”, was the prompt reply in a Yorkshire EnglishContinue reading “Blog 149. The Land of our Fathers”

Blog 143. Does Your House Have a Number?

Roland is back.  That is to say, Roland, his live-in partner, his mistress, his children, and his children’s children have decided that our home is a very desirable place to live (plenty of food and water, good schools, liberal policy towards down-trodden and much-maligned creatures, immediate accommodation with H&C etc).  They have, therefore, moved in. Continue reading “Blog 143. Does Your House Have a Number?”

Blog 138.  Finished With Main Engines

Frankly, I blame the manufacturer of the claret-coloured corduroy trousers.  I had bought the rather daring  aforementioned items in the Spring because I thought it was time to be a little more adventurous in my sartorial habits, and claret seemed a sophisticated colour.  But I had hardly worn the trousers before what is laughably calledContinue reading “Blog 138.  Finished With Main Engines”