Category Archives: whimsy

Sweet Sixteen 21/1

At sixteen I was so full of doing my O levels, of getting my exams, that I don’t think I had time to think what I wanted my life to be. On reflection, I wonder if part of that is the consequence of being a navy brat. Of always moving, never being in the same […]

Jan 13

Clean Slate 13/1

In london, the East End to be precise. Down a notorious street, near a market is a house. A double fronted place. Behind a well painted door lies a corridor, with rooms of business hiving off. The biggest acts as the jewellers. A large glass display counter dominates the room, and is tastefully laid out […]

Jan 06

My Favourite 6/1

What’s the most time you’ve spent apart from your favourite person, says the prompt. Ooh tough one thinks I. For favourite come and go. By the very nature of the beast, they fall in and out of favour, as your life changes and develops. You have – as the Beatles sang – “places you remember, […]

Boat Update

Things progress at a steady rate of knots. It doesn’t seem a month ago that we were out in Trebic looking at the shell – finally boat shaped – of the Lethbridge Stewart; or that about a fortnight later we had the photos of the sprayfoamed interior. Today, these arrived from the boat builders. I […]

Apr 22

This week – a round up

We went back to school this week after the Easter break, and I developed  a lurge so nasty and full of phlegm that it had me returning to my duvet. Teachers reading this will marvel at such things and – in hallowed tones – declare it to be: “A sign of the times.” You see […]

The Taking Part

Some days it’s not the selling of books that counts, but the turning  up and people seeing the covers and asking questions. Well that’s what I have to tell myself. The Facebook page got more views. Someone asked me if I was on kindle, and took a card. I think I shall claim that as […]

Dear world

I’m sorry there’s no one here to take your call at the moment. No your call is not important to me. I am merely having some me time.during this I will be doing my proper job: not the extra rubbish, that causes me stress Lots of love, hugs and kisses