I was reminded that it was exactly ten years ago today that we were waiting for Ms P’s A-level results. It was a traumatic morning as her plans to study physiotherapy went west along with her failed science subjects.
After some tears and a hasty family meeting, she switched tack and ended up studying psychology instead, a path that led to her interest in teaching young children. Read more ›››
I’ve tried several times over the last few days to get a photo of a remarkable visitor to our garden, but with no success so far.
His name is Billy the Blackbird and in the absence of a photo of my own I had to resort to a Google image search to illustrate this post, although it has to be said that if you’ve seen one blackbird, you’ve seen them all. Read more ›››
We had been planning to meet up with our daughter at our friends’ house in Las Vegas in August, but thanks to those lovable, truth-telling Brexiteers and the pound at a 31-year low against the dollar, that idea has hit the buffers, soon to be followed by the rest of the economy.
Mind you, our problems pale in comparison to Jeremy Corbyn’s who seems to have lost his entire shadow cabinet as a result of his dishwater weak support for the remain campaign. And serve the old duffer right. Read more ›››
Having checked that our inoculations were up to date and our visas still valid, we ventured across the Pennines to Yorkshire yesterday for a day at the Shepley Spring Festival. Hard to credit that it’s three years since we were last there.
If you wondered whatever happened to the beautiful people from the 1960s, I can tell you that they are alive and well and still attending events like these. Read more ›››
We were chatting with Ms P via the wonder of FaceTime™ and got onto the subject of national stereotypes for the places we’ve visited. Not in a nasty, xenophobic way I hasten to add, but rather the cultural differences and idiosyncrasies that are fond and abiding memories.
For example, in South Africa it was the Capetonians notions of time and the concept of ‘now’. Read more ›››
If you’re a blogger, it doesn’t pay to offend your readers, especially when you have so few to lose. Why I spelt Neil’s name as Neal I’ll never know, but it is now corrected thanks to Mistape. All I can say is that it could have been worse – I might have spelt it Kneel.
Truth be told, my eye has been off the the blogging ball of late and I’m not sure why. I’ve begun several posts then binned them because they just didn’t feel like they were worth the effort. Read more ›››
Nat King Cole was fibbing when he sang Those Lazy Hazy Crazy Days of Summer. Hazy possibly, crazy sometimes, but definitely not lazy in my opinion.
For months, I’ve led a fairly blameless existence, doing as I please, then out comes the sun, as it did last week, and suddenly it’s all action. The grass is growing ten to the dozen and needs mowing twice a week, along with all the other gardening chores. Read more ›››
It has been an odd week on the domestic front of the Parrot household. Where there were three, there is only two and we are left with a large son shaped hole in our lives.
Master Parrot moved out last weekend, off to a house that he is sharing with his two best mates. We’ve known he would be leaving for a couple of months, but it even so, it all happened very suddenly, or so it felt. Read more ›››