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I walk down the road to nowhere for precisely 6 minutes.  Not ‘approximately’ – give or take a bit – but 6 minutes to the second.  This is not a stroll, a walk in the park with time to stand … Continue reading →

During my visit to Birmingham last week, I mentioned that I’d heard about singing as therapy for damaged or diseased lungs.  The consultant was very positive about the whole idea. Here’s the thing; to sing well, you need good breath … Continue reading →

“I wish there was some quick fix I could offer you ….”  I’ve already guessed that there wouldn’t be. We’re in Birmingham, at the Last Chance Saloon for voice ops.  The consultant is affable, asks questions and takes plenty of … Continue reading →

I don’t usually bother with the local paper.  I can’t seem to stop its delivery and so it usually goes straight to recycling without even a cursory glance.  But today …. Interspersed between the stories about muggings, the local MP … Continue reading →

There’s an envelope with a Birmingham postmark on the mat.  I can just make out through the address window, where the letter inside has been folded, the word ‘latipsoh’.  Quicker than Hercule Poirot can say “little grey cells” I deduce … Continue reading →

I hate warfarin.  I know… what’s warfarin ever done to me to provoke such a reaction?  Hate is such an extreme emotion.  Some psychologists would have us believe that Hate is the same as Love.  And there are plenty of … Continue reading →

…. yeah but no but yeah but no but ……. What he actually said was; “I’ve think we’re at the limit of what we can do here.  I have no problem referring you to Birmingham.  I’d be interested to see … Continue reading →

I’m getting stressed – every single car park, and there are five at the Churchill in Oxford, is full.  Not just full, cars are queuing, backed up round the ring road.  We do a circuit but it’s hopeless.  I’ve never … Continue reading →

People keep asking us “what single thing do you like most”.  Our answers are the same; “waking up to a blue sky”.  I don’t think we could ever tire of that. We take lots of photos; lots and lots.  Here’s … Continue reading →

Friday 15th March, 3.00pm.  I’m cold.  The house is freezing, the weather’s miserable and I hear on the news that the odds on a white Easter have shortened. Sunday 17th March, 3.00pm.  I’m warm.  I’m standing in the Indian Ocean, … Continue reading →