One does one’s best III

I was my re-reading my posts from last year. It was far from riveting stuff. There was a great deal about Covid-19 (no surprise there); a bit of nostalgia; quite a lot about getting out of London, when possible (and there were more escapes than I mentioned - notably, a very enjoyable weekend in Paris),…

One does one’s best I

I sit in the gloom watching my father sleeping, his default mode nowadays, while my mother stares at the TV. It doesn’t matter what is on because she doesn’t understand. Daytime TV is mind-destroying anyway I have seen too much of it recently; Dion Dublin wanting to knock through rooms, Jasmine Harman showing apartments to…

The Little British holiday

Brittany is (or was originally referred to as) La Petite Bretagne - did you know that? It was a place of refuge for Britons escaping from the Anglo-Saxon invaders of their homeland. Or maybe they just wanted to go somewhere a bit warmer, as millions of Britons still do. Having had a holiday home in…

Back to school

It may occasionally be of interest to others but this blog is a self-indulgent exercise. Sometimes I'm just recording what I've been up to and how I feel about current events, such as Brexit and the Covid pandemic. But it has also given me a space to examine and attempt to come to terms with…

The Great British holiday

Now that Portugal's all-too-brief status as the UK's green destination of choice has been revoked, the Government is encouraging us to take our summer holidays in dear old Blighty. Frustrated by not being able to get to France we decided to give Cornwall a go, and managed to find somewhere to stay... in a tin…

Green, amber or red?

Fancy a foreign break? Who can blame us really when it is so wet and cold in Blighty. Just when you think things might be improving, a hailstorm crashes down. Merry month of May? If you want to get away, there are currently very few Government-approved destinations. There’s Australia and New Zealand (who clearly don’t…

A good week

I received my first Covid jab on 28 January and I was waiting to get a date for the follow-up. After hearing nothing for 10 weeks I cracked and rang my GP; to be told, more or less, to sit tight and wait for the call that would soon come. A week later I'd still…