I walked down to the Meeting House- as I like to do when the weather isn't too unfriendly- and left myself plenty of time so I could take the slightly longer route along the prom. At the corner by the Eastbourne Redoubt was a great hill of sand and stone with a caterpillar-tracked excavator perched on top- and all that part of the beach is cordoned ( Read more... )

This is just to make it clear I'm not presuming to judge Archbishop Welby ( Read more... )

When a person in high office states that they have no intention of resigning you can be pretty sure they're already half way out the door ( Read more... )

My sister says our mother's idea for planting bulbs was to take a handful, throw them underarm and then plant them where they fell. That way you get a natural looking drift ( Read more... )

I dreamed we were meeting up with the family of a high-flying lawyer. He was completely bald with freckles- and when my mother approached him he acted like he didn't know her. I was about 20 so I was hanging out with his kids.  The daughter was called Rosamund and she wrote poems. She read me one about 911. I wasn't impressed but pretended I was ( Read more... )

My parents worked to a routine, with mealtimes precisely timed: breakfast at eight, lunch at one, afternoon tea at four, supper at seven- as in a hotel- so I do too.

Ailz, whose parents didn't- so she doesn't either- finds it mildly amusing.

I say, "But having a fixed routine relieves one from having to sweat the small stuff...."

Picture Diary 69

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I'm remembering how little I like to be cold ( Read more... )

Picture Diary 68

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I passed through the town centre at around a quarter to ten and people were beginning to assemble for the ceremony at the War Memorial. I say "people" as if they were Joe and Jill Public but they were mostly a particular kind of person- young people in uniform- cadets, scouts- and the older people who train them. Somewhere a bagpiper was practising ( Read more... )