I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while, but real life keeps interrupting. One’s pen’s been distracted by a diminishing Navy, war in the Gulf, Question Times, Holy Week and even the installation [more…]
When our neighbours travel, we look after the cat. Being a feline, at feeding time we go to it, not it to us. But upon their return, her owners come to us bearing a present. [more…]
Monday Good morning, my friends. I’m delighted it was a bit warmer and dry this morning when the man let me out of the back door. Legohead is back from Chequers and still not happy. [more…]
Monday Good morning, friends, and it was a delightfully sunny one for my excursion this morning. Felix Chicken for breakfast, and a new cabinet. It’s going to be an interesting week. I haven’t stopped chuckling [more…]
Monday Good morning all, it was very wet in London when I hurried down the garden this morning. I was delighted to find Felix Chicken in my bowl when I got back. I hear that [more…]
In Part 1, I recounted what Hans Coutandin had written to his girlfriend Eva Möller in his letters of early 1941 as he transitioned from being an “Arbeitsmann” in the “RAD-Abteilung 3/250” to be in [more…]
18 August 1944 Ten minutes ago the shock-headed young signalman came swaying across the signals deck and grinned at me. He made a noise like a dive-bomber and his hands mimed an Focke-Wulf Fw 190 [more…]
The stout proprietor of the Cafe de la Liberte across the street was tugging down the yellow and red striped awning as I passed him this morning. In the lounge of the Aletti Hotel they [more…]
Forgive me, Puffins. I know he’s French. And an Actor. But I’d like to talk about Alain Delon’s face for a minute. In truth, it’s hard not to. Certainly, in the early years of his [more…]
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