
Pale Hands
1. As it was already turning to dusk, I was not expecting anyone to be at the door, but least of all was I expecting whom I saw there – so much so that the [more…]
1. As it was already turning to dusk, I was not expecting anyone to be at the door, but least of all was I expecting whom I saw there – so much so that the [more…]
Going Home The Boeing 777 charter aircraft approached over the flooded fields west of Oxford. The young woman in seat 35D opened her eyes and turned off the borrowed iPlayer. She was not dressed like [more…]
Monday Good morning people. Another rotten morning, cold and wet, not at all to my liking. I was down the garden and back so fast I surprised myself! Bozzie still hasn’t had a letter from [more…]
Last time on Nostalgia Album we visited the coast at Malta’s Ghajn Tuffieha. Pictured on the road nearby is my father’s cousin, Anne, at the front, with her parents Lil and Bob standing behind her, [more…]
Both English and, to a much greater extent, Scottish and Irish Gaelic are full of words spelt very differently from the way they are pronounced. These are ‘archaeological’ pronunciations reflecting the way the language [more…]
Jinnie was driven to Portsmouth where she was greeted like an old friend by the two Wrens. Most of the clothing she was wearing and had taken with her were her own, as was her [more…]
In the un-read comments beneath Going-Postal’s weekly unread Question Time Review, Puffin’s ask how is it done? Or rather, why is it done? Even, why bother doing it? No matter. Perhaps answering the first unread [more…]
Photography has always been a hobby of mine and as I became more interested in it I joined a local camera club. This led me to be exposed to a whole new world of photography [more…]
April 1942, another month where nothing much seemed to be happening in the desert, the same can’t be said of the sea and air campaigns. On the first of the month Churchill spoke with FDR [more…]
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