Yesterday there was no Elizabeth line to Maidenhead, so I decided to take an Uber. I had to wait across the road from the station for it ( why do all the new station forecourts have no taxi access?) and so I made my way to the old , sorely missed, Parade Delicatessen, now a […]Read Post ›
The patron saint of Dubrovnik. On Sunday we went to the church dedicated to him in the old town and it was a very pleasant experience, even though we couldn’t understand everything. The rhythms of spoken Croat, however, are very similar to Polish, so we could follow all that was going on very easily. The […]Read Post ›
I’m in Valencia at the moment, having been whisked here by husband to try and forget about my impending cataract removal and to celebrate our 45th … Telephone
A few weeks ago my best friend’s brother died. He was also my husband’s cousin, and I’ve written about Tom before, I think. It was sudden, and shocking, and extremely sad. Tributes and memories poured in and many people came to the funeral. Including Tom’s childhood friends and members of his group, Just an Odd […]Read Post ›
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 ›
Wednesday. And we’re off again. Is there anything more stressful than packing on a hot day to go somewhere even hotter. Luckily there is lots of time and I actually did most of my own packing yesterday. Work expands to fit the time available so I spent all day, running! Up and down the stairs, […]Read Post ›
I wonder who remembers this face. If any of his family ever come across it then please get in touch. David’s birthday was on 15th March. He used to joke about the portents and then one day his worst fear was realised and he sadly died in May 1990, a very few weeks after being […]Read Post ›
One of my favourite pictures of all time. This is because it is full of memories. Our first flat in South Ealing Road. Kasia is sitting in a basket which belonged to my grandmother who kept all her pots and pans and cutlery in it when I was small. Somehow I inherited it well before […]Read Post ›
Martial law was imposed in Poland. A shock to the world. The above photo is taken from the exhibition which opened yesterday to commemorate the event I was going to go, but raging toothache stopped me from doing anything at all. Eventually in despair after seeing my own dentist who suggested I see someone else […]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 ›
Life Through Basia's Eyes 