April 2012

Parking is not fine (26 April 2012)

Monday was calm. Tuesday was mad. My mother was taken into hospital. I drove down to Brighton giving myself enough time to get there, visit and get back in time to drive into London. At the Cuilfail Tunnel - just...

Rainbows keep falling on my head (22 April 2012)

A warning for Jean Jones, this entry may contain material that will excite you. If you feel yourself salivating with envy just click away from the page..... I don't know whether to work forward or backwards, I don't know whether...

To Adrian (13 April 2012)

Dear Adrian how could I forget you, I still have your little beaded gifts from The Taj Mahal in my bedroom....

M O Tears. (12 April 2012)

It is becoming clear to me that Sergei Vasilievich Rachmaninoff is turning into one of my favourite composers. Whether I am walking through rain and mist or driving through the white Birch Trees of Grombridge Woods, Sergei's strings do it...

Lunatic lessons. (10 April 2012)

So, as always, I woke up two minutes before the alarm. I set one on my Bose clock radio over on his side of the room and one on my Cube radio next to my bed. When they go off...

Dig Of The Stump ( 9 April 2012)

Ambiguity rules the day. We want rain for the garden - we got it. We don't want rain for Bank Holiday Monday - we got it. All my terracotta pots need a good watering - we got it. Sitting in...

Theobromine and more.... ( 8 April 2012)

Easter doesn't really mean anything to me as a festival, although I do like the idea that shops must shut on Easter Sunday. And its lovely having Gods Gift and the dawter home for four days. I went to work...

Easter ( 3 April 2012)

One week before Easter. No Easter Eggs. No Simnel cake No chocolate bunnies. No Passover parties. No guests BUT The old man is back from Northampton. So we'll be quibbling, nibbling and dribbling. Thats what happens when you get as...

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