Month: December 2019

This whole Christmas thing started off in a very humble way when a  mother about to give birth could not find a space in an Inn so was eventually accommodated as an act of compassion by the inn-keeper in a stable. How times have changed. From looking at people in the shops and stores you might think that this Christmas is some sort of bacchanalian event involving the laying in of food and drink...

Whatever you say about the Internet from the security and safety point of view, it remains a useful source of information. Youtube is busily shooting itself in the foot by removing people that it thinks is spreading fake news, though, that in itself could be fake news. Fortunately, we have Brighteon, thank you Mike Adams the Health Ranger, where people can post without fear of being censored. I...

The trouble with any internal ache or pain is that you can't run away from it. Toothache is the worst, I'm sure heart pain is up there but stomach pain is - well - worse than a pain in the neck as we would say. I am being forced to eat more carefully, halve the amount I take and take double the amount of time to consume it. For a Gemini who feels most comfortable thinking about six different...

This splendid National Trust property caught our attention yesterday in the form of a Christmas Festival of light. We were unable to gain admittance to the choral evening at Wells Cathedral because it was completely full, so decided to compensate by going along to another event. Stourhead is in Wiltshire, but only 35 min from where we live in Midsomer Norton. There is something about lights at...

Sometimes, I feel the desire to give advice. The problem is, it can so often go wrong, especially if it is unrequited. I'm quite good on websites and will comment if there is a technical fault or if something about it puts me off. I would like to give an example of a person I wrote to about their website, someone who specifically invited readers to comment. Dear xxxxx I had cause to visit your...

To Wells on a cold and blustery morning to see the Christmas markets in full swing. Funnily enough, crowds don't excite me that much so I took refuge in the gardens of Wells Cathedral. Always a delight. I am tired of seeing endless stalls with artworks and knitted items that I don't need and don't want but I do acknowledge that a lot of creativity goes into them and people like the idea of...