We’re off to London chaperoning; myself, Mrs AWS, and our VVIP, the granddaughter of a Chinese injection-moulded plastics billionaire. Our trip has been disrupted by Storm Floris. Only two trains this day head from as [more…]
I saw the squirrel before it saw me. It loped towards me by the verge before turning into the yard and setting off up the path, where it was met by Burt and the B&M [more…]
After a breakfast of yoghurt and cheese, washed down with a glass of full-fat milk, we made our way to the railway station early. Storm Floris was interrupting myself, Mrs AWS’s, and our VVIP’s chaperoning [more…]
Many years ago, during my previous, more interesting life and while still in possession of hair, teeth, ears that could hear and twenty-twenty vision, not only had a bamboo curtain been thrown around China by [more…]
As we get nearer to the end of the growing season the house has taken on a verdant if somewhat chaotic aspect. Normally, by now, the green would be interspersed with shades of red, orange, [more…]
I may have mentioned (I could check back, but I can’t be bothered) that we had an early harvest of small, not very tasty and far from sweet strawberries, following the early warm spell back [more…]
It’s an easy mistake to make, Burt and I (although, TBF, Burt’s a few inches taller than I am) are easily confused when viewed from the rear, bending down (as it were). Any road up, [more…]
A busy long weekend just completed with a trip to the railway station. Mrs C’s birthday was graced by the presence of our friends from Essex who haven’t graced us with their presence (it’s a [more…]
This scare-crowing lark isn’t the cushy number some folk would have you believe. Granted, it isn’t the most taxing of roles and there’s plenty of time for both reflection and pondering, even if the lack [more…]
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