Easter Sunday and travelling back home
Easter Sunday. I cannot seem to get rid of my wretched cold. It’s been bugging me on and off for the last few weeks. It’s come back with a vengeance Continue Reading →
Easter Sunday. I cannot seem to get rid of my wretched cold. It’s been bugging me on and off for the last few weeks. It’s come back with a vengeance Continue Reading →
Easter Saturday and we are in Manchester. Another dull and dreary day, but at least it has stopped raining. We drive to Huw’s granddad’s place when everyone is up and Continue Reading →
It is Good Friday and the heavens open up. The rain was relentless. This is normal for a bank holiday weekend for us. We only get surprised if the sun Continue Reading →
It was after Christmas and the day it snowed. I heard scrambling noises next to the bedroom. A rat had somehow found its way in from behind the eaves. We Continue Reading →
The pattering of rain drops grow louder as I walk into the kitchen. It is raining heavily and making big splashes on my conservatory roof. A perfect day to stay Continue Reading →
The clocks went forward on Saturday, which means we are closer time wise to our friends and family in the east and further away from those towards the west. Sunday Continue Reading →
“Don’t ever get old” says Doreen. She is not coping well. “I lie awake at night crying my eyes out”. Old age and frailty, something that creeps up on you. Continue Reading →
Chigwell Row, our neighbouring village, our second home for over ten years. A quiet village, with easy access to Hainault forest and about two miles from our current house. Kavitha’s Continue Reading →
The bluebells and crocuses are making a tentative appearance and so are the remaining daffodils which escaped the Siberian snowfall. The cherry blossoms are starting to brighten up the sleepy Continue Reading →
The Siberian weather continues to wreak havoc. We were spared yesterday unlike those living in Kent and Sussex. It didn’t last long. The snow spread from the east and covered Continue Reading →