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I’ve been on a cruise before and usually with disastrous results. Rushing madly back to the boat with it’s warning horn sounding the–We are pulling out to sea!–common event for me. Wild winds and storms, fellow passengers crawling along the … Continue reading
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One of the challenges of travelling is picking out what clothing to bring and what to leave. I always end up with more clothing than I need, especially when I am heading to a warm climate. I always forget about … Continue reading
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I’ve been craving the end of winter and am off to sunny Mexico, so my next week’s post will be a little late. I may not be able to respond to your comments, and my fellow blogger’s posts, but will … Continue reading
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I am not sure whether to laugh or moan. I must be getting older! I’ve had some children over to the house and what captured their fascination was not the telly, or computer game, but my old typewriter. They all … Continue reading
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There was a crooked door where a very crooked man lived… and so on. I wonder how long it would take to get used to a door like this, would I perpetually creak over to one side in order to feel … Continue reading
We have become so conditioned to hype and hysterical writing that it is a part of our everyday lexicon. Just last week there was a bomb threat at a bank. Someone according to the news had thrown a silver container … Continue reading
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I was reading The Times last Saturday when a question posed in an article caught my irritation. I have very little interest in the goings on of Prince Charles’s second wife, Camilla, Duchess of Cornwall, but the question posed in … Continue reading
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I was in need of an article printed in 1925 in The Weekly Dispatch, and there was only one place to go, The British Library Newspapers Collection, in Colindale. When I told someone I was heading up to Colindale, the … Continue reading
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It’s funny how words are used on both sides of the pond. I grew up with my father’s clear demands to speak the King’s English. Me, being far too clever for my own good, would respond to his demand with–Well, … Continue reading
I was on my way to Oxford and on the tube to Paddington. It was one of those wonderful days when seats were plenty. I was at Baker Street and a movement a little farther down the carriage caught my … Continue reading
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