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Why does Lola always follow me into the loo? Do all chihuahua-cross dogs do that? It’s nine months now since Lola came home with us from The Dogs’ Trust rescue centre near Canterbury. From that first day Lola has followed … Continue reading →

It’s 1961, the autumn, and instead of going back to Central High School at Bushy Park for my senior year, Judy, Jennie and I went off to Hammersmith to attend Mrs. Hugh-Jones Tutorial Establishment. We had decided to stay in … Continue reading →

There has been a bereavement in the family and we have been very busy, first tending to the ill person then trying (sometimes not very well) to sort through the forty-plus years of accumulation that is in a house which … Continue reading →

Lots of you readers will have friends that you’ve known all your life. If you are still in the same country you were born in, if you live in the same area, if you went to the same primary school … Continue reading →

When I was a youngster in America, we weren’t particularly well-off. I don’t remember much of the food my mother cooked for us though she must have had a range of items. She wasn’t a stay-at-home mum as she was … Continue reading →

At the beginning of November 2005 we brought Rosie home with us from The Dogs Trust. (See earlier post for more on Rosie). We used to go out into our enclosed back garden which had a big lawn and play … Continue reading →

Last week there were two important things happening. The most important (in a personal way) was my sister’s MA show at Camberwell Art College. Wait, you say, what? You are seventy five and your sister is just doing an MA? … Continue reading →

I’m having a rest from writing – mostly because I can’t think of what to write about. I suppose it’s “blog writer’s block! I hope the summer where you are is treating you well. ❤️

In around 1980 my lovely little Mini had reached its end. I was teaching full-time in Snodland and needed a car to get to and from school and to ferry ‘Veronica’ and her friends around, so my father, who lived … Continue reading →

Back when I was fifteen, in 1958, it was the norm for high schools to offer driving lesson to those student aged sixteen. So, we left America and came to the UK where learning to drive was an expensive pastime, … Continue reading →