Why do we live in the Deep North? On one level, the answer is simple, a university has been persuaded to pay us for instructing the young. Sufficient. However, in the course of twelve years roosting at the back of the north wind, there is no denying that there have been ungrateful moments, bits of […]
Barry the Great has just about finished his garden work, which is just as well. The rest of the job, apart from what we do ourselves, is vegetation, and down to Tony, who charges precisely half what Barry does. He is moving box up from the vegetable garden, very meticulously. We are perhaps the only […]
We have finished painting the blasted wall. It is now a comely shade of a slightly creamy white from End to End. Despite various grown up this and thats - at one point I was standing on one leg frantically painting as far as poss without moving my feet while the Professor, on the lawn […]
It’s been a very nice day, after a lot of rain and general unpleasantness. We spent much of it distributing another 5 lt of paint over the garden wall: we couldn’t finish the job because there had been a comedy of errors with the ironmonger, since he said he could get some more of the […]
Honey the Hamster Loving Hippie is leaving the cast: she has decided to hang up her mop and bucket and spend more time with her little furries. Two more sessions, and we will get no more news from Planet Hamster. We have obviously been looking about us, and someone has turned up: […]
On Saturday, we had a particularly favoured friend to lunch. Sadly, she did not bring her youngest, whom Miss Dog adores — the young Corinthian in question was off playing cricket, or football, or both for all we know — fond though we are of the lad we do not attempt to keep track of […]
I became aware the other day that there was something a bit odd about Miss Kit’s tail. To be precise, there was a sort of notch out of it, as viewed from above, which resolved on close inspection into a bald patch about an inch long and a third of an inch wide. The skin […]
We got some photos in the post this morning: our friend the sculptor decided to he wanted to use the Professor as model for a lifesize statue of a saint some while ago — the saint in question being St Alban Roe, who is noted for — apart from being a saint — bad […]
We took delivery of the Greatest Living Shakespearean yesterday. Since he is ever intrepid, when we said a little diffidently that there was a student production of the Magic Flute on offer, he agreed to go. The Professor felt somewhat honour bound to give it a go, since one of his own students was conducting. […]