I’m not a fan of ID cards. I’m a big believer in guilty until proven innocent, no, let me rephrase, innocent until proven guilty but that’s rather passé these days. ID cards, CCTV, countless checks for this that and the other get in the way of the average person in the street, create yet more […]Read Post ›
Returning to Gib is truly like entering a different world as we queue up (15 mins so not bad) to cross the frontier. So this is the comparison to The Vegman Cometh. Tooooo many nice people keep asking about The Ankle and I said I’d add a brief update. I was sort of dismissed by […]Read Post ›
… Freedom moving along … The sun shines on the righteous. With which, Partner got a rare parking space outside our block, helped by our wonderful neighbour opposite who moved his car to let us into the tight space and I was all set to shuffle down the stairs on my backside. As a kid, […]Read Post ›
As you do, the night before the operation, I wrote a list of things to do for Partner in case I never made it off the operating table. In fact when I looked at the list of outstanding things to do, I figured not having to deal with them all was a small bonus. And […]Read Post ›
The adage about always wear a clean pair of knickers before you go out is well worth following. It was one my grandmother was fond of repeating, ‘in case you get run over’. I doubt my knickers would have been the first thing on my mind but who knows. Work or walk? I was happily […]Read Post ›
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