As Long as Someone Speaks your Name.

We settled down recently for an evening of television and were watching the contestants on Masterchef attempt to make a baked alaska. It brought back a memory from more than 40 years ago of being invited to our friend Finlay’s flat for dinner and he made a baked alaska, the first I had ever eaten.Continue reading “As Long as Someone Speaks your Name.”

The Perils of Ill-Health.

Today I had to pay a visit to the local health centre where I was prescribed, among other medications, penicillin tablets. Hurrah for Alexander Fleming! I took the first tablet on returning home and sat down to read the paper insert detailing the medication, its usage, and possible side effects. A, thankfully, rare side effectContinue reading “The Perils of Ill-Health.”

Running Away From Home

It has been a busy year. Trips to Paris and Manchester, illness, hospitalised family members and the recent birth of twin grandsons have meant an almost non-stop year. I have dreamed of time to myself-what parent/partner/grandparent doesn’t- but now I have snatched it. And so I have run away from home for a few daysContinue reading “Running Away From Home”

Music: the food of life.

I love music. I love many genres of music to the point of eclecticity and possibly eccentricity. (I am aware I made up the first of these words before someone calls the grammar and language police). My old CD collection has classical, country, folk, rock, pop, jazz, soul, blues. Infact if there is a musicalContinue reading “Music: the food of life.”

A Year of Swedish Death Cleaning.

I’m not sure if, at the age of 63, I am early or late to the Art of Swedish Death Cleaning. The hyper-organised will have been doing it all their lives while the cluttered collectors among us will likely continue to look the other way. I have decided to embrace it and have begun theContinue reading “A Year of Swedish Death Cleaning.”