I spent the long bank holiday weekend doing a yoga-cum-meditation course. And since the weekend weather was so dreadful it was reassuring to reflect that I was making good use of the time that I would have spent indoors anyway. And for… Read more →
Only a few weeks ago I was deploring the lack of dandelions, now it’s the absence of men (my age I hasten to add) that I am moaning about. What do all the men my age who have retired and not yet… Read more →
Itook my cat Bella (or Fat Betty as daughter C insists on calling her), to the vet for an MOT last week. Her claws were growing over long and getting caught in everything including the sofa’s arms and my legs. I did… Read more →
I have already pointed out that one of the most precarious spots for pedestrians to cross the road in Brighton is on Gloucester Place at the bottom of North Road where the cars can travel in three directions and there is a… Read more →
As I was running for the bus one day last week (well, shuffling a bit faster would better describe it), I was aware that my eyes were beginning to run. I’ve never had any signs of hay fever, but just recently my… Read more →
Here is my terrible adaptation of the old country rhyme. “Spring is sprung, my torties is ris, I wonder where the dandelions is.” After the drawn out summer last year I was able to put Mr T, Ernie and Brian into hibernation… Read more →
With my little trip to Berlin coming up in May I thought I had better put some work in on my German. I had said airily to my friend G, who is coming with me, that we will be fine because I… Read more →
I feel ashamed to say that when a friend asked if I had been to The Forgotten Princess exhibition at the Royal Pavilion, I almost replied that I felt I knew all I needed to know about Princess Diana. My only excuse… Read more →
I have been back from India the same length of time as I was there, but it made a great impression on me and I am still reliving all the sights and sounds, all the small happenings that made it such a… Read more →
I am back from my sponsored ride in India, with only a few bruises and no Delhi belly. However, my joy at not having to bring a sleeping bag was misplaced. It was so cold camping that I wore my padded riding… Read more →
