Cooking
A View From (The Town Closest To) The Greenhouse;
I decided, as is my occasional wont, to nip into town yesterday. I intended to do a bit of shopping, get a haircut and then spend a jovial hour or so in Spoons with my [more…]
Hobbies
Arts
Which club to support
Some who may have inadvertently read some of my comments may have realised I have some strong opinions on many of the teams in the Premiere League. If you don’t like my opinions you are [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Three Hundred And Forty-Five
Monday Good morning, my happy readers. It was grey, grotty and chilly this morning when I went out, so I suppose autumn is well and truly here. It’s rather nice here in Number Ten, as [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Three Hundred And Forty-Four
Monday Good morning, my happy readers. Brighter this morning and quite a decent day out there. It looks like it’s going to be a decent week here in Downing Street, as Mascara Man is off [more…]
Cooking
A View From (Just Inside) The Greenhouse; British Values….Innit?
The picture above, although the quality doesn’t really do it justice, is of a tomato plant (never, I hear you say). It bears a small oval(ish) fruit which turns from green to yellow which, to [more…]
18th Century
Cuthbert Collingwood: The forgotten hero of Trafalgar
Collingwood was the other admiral at Trafalgar. He was the first into the fight, took charge of the whole fleet after Nelson’s death and brought every British ship through the storm that followed. He was [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Three Hundred And Forty-Three
Monday Good morning, my happy readers. I’m afraid it looks like autumn is coming, as the temperature has dropped and the sun has disappeared, and of course, after autumn comes the dreaded winter. I hear [more…]
Arts
Crossing the Atlantic, Arrival
Every morning the Chief engineer and his #2 would be having breakfast. He was a cheerful Ukrainian man and I always used to ask him, tongue in cheek, if the engine was still OK. On [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Three Hundred And Forty-Two
Monday Good Morning, my happy readers. It was dull and grey when I headed out for my morning poo behind the gardener’s shed. On my return, my duty feeder was pottering around, my grub was [more…]