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Senior Super Quiz.

Wake up and welcome to Senior Super Quiz, the gameshow for anyone who can remember where they put the channel changer, or how to use it, or which channel we’re on – or when. Question One, for half a damp … Continue reading

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Reader’s queries.

In these dark days (though to be fair, really sunny here for a long time.  I think it’s the absence of pollution.  Maybe that’s why all those Edwardian childhoods, celebrated in children’s novels, had much better weather.  You know, before … Continue reading

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Lockdown scrap albums.

Another, other, other of my hobbies, many, many of which there are (let alone those I might do when I get the time, climbing Mount Everest isn’t one of which, not even to get to the ice cream parlour at … Continue reading

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Greeeeen.

I would like to talk to you about green. Who is it?  I wish you wouldn’t mutter when you’re at the computer, read it in your head. It’s Jane, she wants to talk to us about green. What, Queen?  Bohemian … Continue reading

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Fallacies.

In the current difficulty we are all looking for wisdom to get us through and out the other side and we are all also, searching the Internet for inspiration. But will it help? Picking up my investigative journalist mac (beige … Continue reading

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A Reader Emails……….

Hello Jane. Hello Reader, what can I do for you? Jane, in the present difficulties, is it important in life to have a papoose? Um, oh, well.  (Think positivity, Jane, think positivity.)  Of course it is. It is important in … Continue reading

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Reasons to be cheerful part nine and five sixteenths.

I may actually have got that title mixed up with my hat size but, you know trying times and all that. This is another posting about trying times because, why not? Oh go on you know you want to. Keen … Continue reading

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Lost Victorian novels 7

Returning to the loft to squint up the chimney at the old penguin nest, irritatingly just beyond my reach, my eye alighted upon the bag full of lost Victorian novels that I had bought from the antique dealer in town.  … Continue reading

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Experts are baffled.

It has taken me a while, I admit.  In fact I’ve already only just got round to it.  I can’t think why I didn’t do it sooner.  Well, I can really.  Tiredness, that’s it.  Knackerdy knackerdy, yaaawn zzzzzzzzzz whaff?  Hmmm? … Continue reading

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Lost Victorian novels 6.

Murgatroyd Trabant, nail polisher to the cognoscenti. James Witterinton QC sat in the manicurist’s chair a little uneasily.  There was just something about the place that he couldn’t quite put his elegantly groomed fingernail upon.  He looked around.  The floor … Continue reading

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