This is a story about something coming home, otherwise known as good things come to he who waits. When he was growing up, Robert’s parents had a half share in a boat, Picardie and Robert loved that boat – I mean he really loved that boat. I am not sure he ever fully forgave his…
THE TWO BOYS’ CLUB I was never particularly maternal. The whole idea of waddling and sweating for 9 months did just not appeal, not to mention the obvious design fault that requires women to push something the size of a watermelon out of their body, through an opening clearly not designed for the purpose. In…
I was struck yesterday by my colleague Edd’s Instagram post, saying he is living his best life, which according to the accompanying photo, involved him lying on the sofa, reading a book, with a view of his wife (two years yesterday – Happy Anniversary), Carys, in the background. I think it is lovely that his…
Botany is clearly something I have missed out on – I can identify the more common garden flowers e.g. roses, honeysuckle etc, but I am woefully lacking in knowledge about wild flowers with the exception of the really obvious ones such as bluebells, snowdrops and primroses. My lock-down wanderings have allowed me to spend more…
Speak up and thank goodness for the NHS. Nick has been helping out now and again on a couple of Robert’s sites, predominantly lifting & shifting or concreting. He had done a day’s concreting and returned home hobbling and when he took his sock off I nearly died, as did he, because who knew if…
The pubs re-opened a number of weeks ago, but as yet I haven’t been tempted back, preferring to keep the Friday Night Field Drinks going instead. When we started the initiative with the Ashworths, we had a lovely view of the river and Greenlands from our hillside vantage point, but the maize has grown and…
Who would have thought that we would discover a passion for darts during lock-down! It started as virtual darts matches via Teams with the Hoares and the Ashworths. Then once the lock-down rules were relaxed a little, we move to meeting in person every Saturday evening, to see who would win the medal and who…
It has been a number of weeks, in fact approaching a couple of months, since my last post. The hiatus started with a couple of days slipping by towards the end of my furlough leave, because I felt I had nothing much of interest to say – trying to make got up, exercised, ate etc.…
DAY 30 Tuesday started with a walk with Anne, but no Milo this morning as Anne’s husband is home today and so he has said he will walk the dog. We had a gentle stroll round, finishing up at the cherry tree I had spotted on my Sunday morning walk with Diane. I have lived…
DAY 25 It was what can only be described as a slow start for me on Thursday morning. During lockdown I have become unused to late nights – my midnight finish made getting out of bed something of a struggle. Robert departed for a day’s fishing and I read the paper before mustering a short-lived…