Month: August 2023

This morning we just felt like going out for breakfast. We try to let go of things a little bit on Friday in preparation for the weekend which funnily enough is busier than weekdays what with all the activities we try to attend.  I was thoroughly lazy and looked on Google to see 'breakfast places near where I am'  and apart from the usual suspects one entry jumped up which was the Riverside Cafe...

We have decided to cut down the scope of our garden work to two elements, hedge cutting and trimming; and mowing. I noticed that I am slightly uneasy on my feet these days so we cannot be over ambitious. Françoise is always available to hold a ladder if I have to climb one. I am definitely the world's worst person with regard to heights because I can't even stand on the top of a ladder without...

I am still somewhat on a high after writing yesterday's record breaking diary entry. Most days I get my ideas for the day fairly early say before 10 o'clock but today nothing has happened of any note and certainly nothing to jog me into action. I have been watching Dolores Cannon who is a very senior and well-respected lecturer and author in America. She talks about matters such as near death...

I got this great idea that the more you worry about things the more the solutions are going to come to you. I worry about the future of the world, I worry about the welfare of my friends.  I worry about the people suffering from fires. I worry about the refugees streaming into this country (UK)  without being stopped or turned away. If I want more things to worry about I can simply turn on the...

Françoise  and myself had a discussion this morning over coffee or in her case tea about a friend of ours who is very interested in his subject and is giving two evening courses in two languages twice a week. In addition, he has yet to find the right of accommodation or himself. He also has to go long distances to in the giving of himself. His health has also suffered due to the need for a...

Giving a lift to a stranger For some strange reason yesterday evening I felt we should not go by car to the Shepton Mallet show but to go by bus. We duly walked the ten minutes to the bus stop in the centre of Midsomer. No one could work out the timetable and asking Google gave no further information.  The 174 bus was due to leave  from the Hollies  at 9:43 which came and went. A lady who we...