February 14 1986, Melbourne, Australia I shoved the Valentine’s card in my rucksack, hoping it wouldn’t get too screwed up, and in due course we boarded the ‘plane for Singapore. We’d got flights back to the UK with Singapore Airlines and SAS. No, not the evil military Brits, but Scandinavian airlines, which unsurprisingly, went via […]Read Post ›
In which our heroine wastes half a day to be told the blatantly obvious. Three health appointments in a week is no fun. It disrupts me from my idle sofa routine, it disrupts my dogs – Snowy doesn’t like to see me being taken away by the ambulance crew – and it most definitely disrupts […]Read Post ›
In olden days, I had a watch to tell the time. I wrote letters, made ´phone calls, and read books. For urgent communication, we had a fax. All BI. Before Internet. Back in the 80s my partner had a mobile ´phone in a suitcase. We bought a computer. Later he insisted on buying a ´phone […]Read Post ›
Good one Liz. You know who Liz is, that woman who lives in London in a chic townhouse facing The Mall. (Buckingham Palace) If you think I am being flippant with the term townhouse, try the wiki link. More info on the actual monarchy website about the history. However, browsing through the Gib govt website […]Read Post ›
I was halfway there on Saturday. My good intentions had fallen by the wayside, and only dishes were cooked and lunch was washed. Or something like that. So that left Sunday in which to mop the floor, write the board papers and dust the furniture. Gone are the days when I could spring out of […]Read Post ›
Wake up, half asleep after yesterday evening’s walk. Partner fired up with enthusiasm to go and hide a geocache of our own. Groan. Dishes to wash, floor to mop, furniture to dust, lunch to cook, board papers to write and we spend an hour and a half wandering around the block – that is normally […]Read Post ›
OK I admit I am watching the funeral. Well, Brits do ceremony rather nicely. But Dimbleby, introducing ‘Love Divine’ as one of her favourite films – er hymns – was class. Bit of a cock up there! More later. Just wanted to share this .. and catch up with some rather good entertainment. Even in […]Read Post ›
Or Queen Bee syndrome. In an attempt to discourage further comments on my previous Thatcher post, I thought a quick new one was needed. While I love all your thoughtful and intelligent comments, it’s difficult for people to read through so many. Well, it’s difficult for me, so it must be difficult for others. My […]Read Post ›
No-one living in the UK in the 1980s can fail to have an opinion of Margaret Thatcher – former British prime minister (1979-1990) who died today. I distinctly remember the moment she was elected as leader of the Conservative (Tory) Party, in 1975. In my chemistry class, at an all-girls’ private school, our teacher came […]Read Post ›
Easter is a time of bizarre contrast. On the one hand, there is the religious ceremony attached to the most holy day of the Christian year, and on the other we have chocolate eggs or Easter bunnies. While Anglican churches are packed for Christmas, because everyone likes to sing carols and Christmas is feel good […]Read Post ›
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