I'm not normally keen on Mothering Sunday these days. I mean, I'm happy that it's a chance for other mothers, mums etc. to be spoilt, but my children are far away and there's no possibility of them spending the day with me.
What a beautiful, warm weekend it was in North Norfolk recently when we took a little trip to Stiffkey. Different people tell me that it's pronounced Sookey or Stookey but I'm not sure about this. Whichever way I say it, I'm bound to be
I was chatting to a fellow dogwalker in the park while our dogs played together about achievements and facing our fears, and she told me that she and her partner had been on a tandem skydive recently. They are both a few years older than me and, as they described
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Concert flyer - Schutz, Michael Haydn, Lotti
If you are interested in Renaissance or Baroque music, come to our concert in Orpington next Sunday evening.
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March gallery
Some pictures of spring in South London, Kent and Norfolk
Playlist for a sunny early spring Thursday afternoon's drive to Norfolk
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I was chatting to a fellow dogwalker in the park while our dogs played together about achievements and facing our fears, and she told me that she and her partner had been on a tandem skydive recently. They are both a few years older than me and, as they described
In the end I went with my gut instinct.
You'll know how I switched from Twitter to Bluesky fairly early but kept my Twitter account because of friends I'd made there and because I was running my Samaritans Branch Twitter feed and because my LibDem candidacies
What a superb walk we had today at Brancaster beach. Over a mile of sandy beach expanse, the sea gently rolling in.
There were a few people there, including a man walking his 14 week-old labrador puppy, Django, his Bearded Dragon on his shoulder. That's Norfolk!
The grassy
Forgive me, it's a long time since I last did a little post like this and I've been meaning to log this for ages but yadda yadda new responsibilities...no time...
This picture is from when I was last in Norfolk a couple of weeks ago.
This is Thomas (on the right I think) and Bessie.
Both ex-show and ex-breeding dogs, they'd come to the end of their working life and were adopted by B, who has rehomed lots of show-line labradors. Tom is now 9.5 years old and Bess is a couple
It's supposed to be good for you, right?
I recently overcame my lifelong aversion to all milky-looking things with lumps in them in keeping with my largely-successful dieting initiative. Add some fruit and seeds and there it is, brimming with oaty proteiny goodness. Warm, nourishing and filling, albeit
It's the 6th anniversary of her death today, and I'm remembering how I was sitting on my Discovery Bay sofa working my way through the whole series of Friends on my laptop when the email came in from the Doctor at the Dignity Lifestyle Resort to
How about I update this every week. Or when I feel like it?
This week I had to look up the oeuvre of Take That to discover what my brain was singing. Then I had to speak to Maria, obviously. And I hadn't heard the Carmen Souza for
