Some thoughts. For HH Exactly a week ago as I write we were making our way from Cookham via Bagshot to Camberley Theatre to see a school production of the musical “War Torn” about the ‘futility of war and the difficulties faced by refugees when caught up in a war scenario.’ We had been invited […]Read Post ›
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I recently found this ancient pad of letter writing paper, faded and partially used, and just touching it brought on a plethora of memories. Hardly anyone writes letters anymore, so they don’t know the exquisite tactile pleasure of heavy ridged paper, with uneven deckled edges, to be…
21.01.2020 Last week was one of the most frustrating weeks that I have ever had. It was also one of the best because I caught up with some people I hadn’t seen in a long time. On Monday I was persuaded to eat a custard and fruit cake when I went for coffee with two […]Read Post ›
Universitas Studii Salamanticensis Decluttering is a very modern phenomenon, and one that I actually enjoy, not that anyone who knows me would believe, as I am always surrounded by masses of stuff. Even as I write, I have hardly any room for my elbows. On my right there are sheaves of papers as I am […]Read Post ›
This is the book I would like to have written. ST and I have so much in common. Not everyhing of course. She is much, much cleverer than me and much more knowledgeable – and much wittier, to boot. But – we both like buses, and talking to strangers, and looking out of the window, […]Read Post ›
January 8th would have been my grandmother’s 124th birthday. Ive decided to send up for her birth certificate to the archives in Bratislava to see if I can find out any more about her background. It was so exciting to receive certificates about my maternal grandmother from the state archives in Lwow that I want […]Read Post ›
I don’t really know how I managed to forget to write about this place when I was writing about our four day trip to Kraków. We had gone to Kazimierz, the old Jewish quarter of Kraków, not to do anything as exciting as sightseeing but to change my battery in my phone, which had been […]Read Post ›
Friday 3rd January. Having recovered from the excitement of the night before, I waited in forthe dishwasher man to arrive to mend my machine. A burly young Romanian, he could hardly fit into our kitchen – but he managed. He spent over an hour fixing the machine, keeping up a good line of chat and […]Read Post ›
A very pleasing number. We were back in London, ready to go to Cookham for a VERY SPECIAL OCCASION. As usual I had managed to get a lot of the arrangements wrong, but we arrived early afternoon to find the house tidy after the eldest daughter’s sojourn therewith her young man. We had lunch together […]Read Post ›
I forgot to write about the most beautiful church, St. Francis’ Basilica, that we saw. It was generally too cold to do much wandering about, but after we had been to Mass we managed to buy Jacek a hat. During the Mass, much to our surprise, we had been invited to renew our vows. That […]Read Post ›
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