Some of you may remember that back in 2017 Mrs. C and I (it was all her plan really) made it our business to do 40 things together to celebrate having been married for 40 [more…]
As if mountaineers roped together, we troop along Euston Road in a line, making our way from Euston Station to St Pancras International with our packs and cases. My now middle-aged self leads the way, ahead of [more…]
There was a game that we used to play in the office called, ‘Would / Wouldn’t’. Every adult female would be attached either of the monikers. We even had cards made that we could hold up as [more…]
Sunday, our final full day in Devon, was to be centred around a visit to The Killerton Estate near Broadclyst, some 25 miles from where we were staying. I knew a little about the estate [more…]
There’s a game to be played with airline names. BA, British Airways, is re-named, ‘Bloody Awful’, Alitalia become ‘Always Late in Take-off and Landing’. And if you don’t realise SAA stands for ‘Sodding Awful Airline’ then [more…]
My interest in Japan grew from visits there in the late 1960s, & I must confess I found it hard to make sense of the place at that time. The Eta suppliers encountered there worked [more…]
After leaving Hardy’s house and having a couple of hours to kill before we were expected at our friends we decided on making at least one, and possibly two more visits to places of interest. [more…]
Sadly no photos of the bash. Thursday started off well, a little too well. Managing to restrain myself ever so slightly I was still up at 7 am the next day, other puffins somewhat later. [more…]
Tangled up in the Vizconde massacre investigation, I’m having to lie low in a place called Sipalay on the Island of Negros. I keep myself busy in the provincial home of an extended family, a dynasty founded by eight brothers, whose decedents include the [more…]
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