Clearing out. Two words I hate. Clearing out is so hard to do. But it has to be done. One thing at a time. Now I’m not going to write about every object consigned to the recycling bin. Most actually produce no memories. They are easily discarded. But The Woman in Black is a play […]Read Post ›
Not me. Or, out of my comfort zone, yet again. Last weekend saw me well out of my comfort zone yet again. My new son-in-law invited us up to Manchester to watch him participate in a boxing match for charity. At first we really didn’t want to go, boxing not being anywhere near the top […]Read Post ›
She died exactly twelve years ago. My favourite aunt. My only aunt but still my favourite. Vibrant, sassy, kind and extremely self contained. She was the original who never complained, never explained. She was born Alicja Łomnicka, in Lwów, Poland in 1936. She became Alice Ruffell when she married. The marriage didn’t last – whatever […]Read Post ›
It is exactly six years since Sharon went to meet her maker. Not an expression I would normally use, but her faith was her driving force. Everything she did was for the gleaner glory of God – very unusual in this day and age – but she sowed love everywhere. Fiercely intelligent, ferociously clever, her […]Read Post ›
For M and A KE Thank you What a city. What a weekend. I had never been to Amsterdam before. Look out for the windmills. Look at the tulips. Anne Frank. Van Gogh. Vermeer. Rembrandt. Well, it was wonderful. But nothing like that at all. We arrived Thursday afternoon and went by taxi from the […]Read Post ›
I went for a walk today. Not just any old walk but the beginning of a 100 mile walk. I have to complete it by the end of March. 31 days. Not too bad. I walk quite slowly. My legs aren’t very long. It should be quite manageable. Yesterday I walked 3.9 miles with no […]Read Post ›
16th February 2023. 70 years ago a good friend of ours was born. James Norman Hardy. The good doctor. Sadly not to see his 70th birthday. I spent a lot of time thinking about him today. I met him in October 1972 when we lived in Sheffield in the same hall of residence. He fell […]Read Post ›
Serendipity is a marvellous thing. We walked and walked yesterday in search of a cafe. Lisbon is all uphill when you are thirsty. But buoyed by Valentine’s Day atmosphere – did I mention the breakfast celebrations a whole family had yesterday in the hotel? Flowers for the ladies, mother and grandma, chocolates and gifts for […]Read Post ›
St Valentine has a lot to answer for. It’s the day before my husband’s birthday – as always – and as always he wants to escape. This year he- my husband- will be seventy – and so we decided to go for a few days to Lisbon. The celebrations had already started in Poland and […]Read Post ›
I have always been fascinated by playing cards, not just by the possibilities of endless hours of fun, but by the artwork. Today I found a very old set ensconced in a leather travelling case, and was very excited when the first joker jumped out at me. I think the black cat is hilarious (note […]Read Post ›
Life Through Basia's Eyes 