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Miniatura 2021 at the NAEC
There’s a blog title I never thought I’d be able to write. Miniatura 2021! The pandemic that stole our show has given us a new exhibitor we would not be meeting if the world had continued in the normal way. … Continue reading
There and back again and back again and there.
The poor S&H needs a visit, I thought. When things go wrong a hug from Mum is a help. However, it is a long way and a long time since we went there. The OH has found and been bought … Continue reading
Sadness.
Dear little Cleo the cat died today, 9/11. A fox got her, she was a small cat. You may say that there are bigger things to mourn today. So there are. Man’s inhumanity to man, in any place at any … Continue reading
A step in the right direction.
This blog is firmly apolitical. It’s about you and me and anything cheerful, because that’s what I got requests for twelve years ago. However, I notice the British governments are finally taking notice of the financial truth which so many … Continue reading
Resentment.
Regular readers may be surprised that I’m visiting the dementia diaries again. If you are a new reader who has found this blog by putting dementia into a search engine, hello. There is information here, accessed by clicking on dementia … Continue reading
The technology of yesteryear…….
ends up donated. If you have ever considered yourself to be ever so slightly past it, please be consoled. You cannot possibly be more past it than passed-on technology. How capacious is your drawer of music cassettes? Do you still … Continue reading
The gift of sight.
As I have been discharged by the surgeon and declared fit, I deem it time to bang on about my cataracts and the absence thereof. People who have stuff, such as working intestines, no cancer, no pain and all five … Continue reading
Itching for Britain.
You should believe in your beliefs, I believe. Furthermore I believe I should set a good example in this matter and I believe I did not. Tuesday night is the last night on which I slept, through the night, in … Continue reading
Revenge of the Triffid.
I was an idiot. (You may have worked this out.) I foolishly labelled my lush and magnificent tomato plant ‘A Triffid’. It did not like it and got its own back. The last two posts have been about the garden … Continue reading
The tale of the triffid tomato.
Back in the spring when we were still locked down, it was permissible to take my sewing machine to another town where a shop could repair it under guarantee. The return journey was paused to visit a strange supermarket, such … Continue reading