A front page article from the November 11, 2019 Times caught my eye: Shy Society…half of us are shrinking violets. Greg Hurst writes: “British reserve is as as much a part of the national stereotype…
I am about to make an admission. What is that, an admission? There is more than one meaning but for the purposes of this blog it is a statement acknowledging the truth of something, for…
Pyjamas in case anyone wonders are: a loose-fitting jacket and trousers for sleeping. It is Sunday, it is London, it is Pyjamas Day, it is glorious. I love having a day like this, relaxing, inspiring,…
It is Sunday morning and it has been eventful – one of my hot water bottles sprung a leak and there is water all over the bed. Fortunately it is a big bed and so…
Well goodness gracious great balls of fire, I just asked my computer guru Chris for my statistics and this is what was revealed: Need I point out that this is huge. All was accomplished without…
My life is unusual to say the very lease. Most unusual. It is the weirdest life imaginable. Please see November 3, 2019 blog on truth being stranger than fiction. All of the things mentioned in…
I love this from The New Yorker and inspire to this position of glory. “The Twitter account @RudyGiuliani is one of the Internet’s most reliable suppliers of faux pas. I would sincerely love, and aim…
The theme of this hotel is Having The Time of My Life and that is the sign put upon the door to illustrate the more usual “Please Do Not Disturb.” This leads to a false…
So much is happening here in London that if I do not blog every day I get behind. That is happening at this moment. There is that saying: Truth is stranger than fiction, a Mark…
I have this ability – when (usually) romantic relationship is terminated something kicks in and I forget everything about the person and our times together – both good and bad. Wise Man summarized a situation…