Sanders Blog

Sunday, 12th April, 2026

A gorgeous start to the new week with strong, warm sunshine and everywhere is thrusting forward with bright green shoots. Wonderful early walk through the park where people were out drinking in the vitamin D and girding their loins for going back to work and school tomorrow.

Our work is never finished. Yesterday the kitchen was infused with freshly baked bread. This morning there is the sweet air of warm, strawberry jam being poured into jars. It’s a regular process of which starts off with bags of frozen strawberries which always smell like Summer arriving as they defrost.

Just 6 bags of frozen fruit become 10 jars of wonderfully flavoursome jam in just a couple of hours. It amuses me that the jars were all original Hartley’s jam jars from another age. Anyway, it keeps Chef happy for a while.

I was observing the other day that graphics were becoming more important to the Blog these days and it is true that a picture paints a thousand words but what is more evocative is photos of one’s past.

One of my great friends from my teaching days was Sam Shepherd. He and I worked together a lot and he was a really true friend. He retired in July 1984 – 42 years ago – and this photo of his return to be greeted on his 70th birthday shocks and invokes those forgotten times. What really strikes me is the old buildings and old, poor quality furniture we spent so much of our working lives with and compare it to the new Academy that replaced it as £millions were thrown at the problem.

And then there was this snap shot posted from a time even further away – 55 years. This group of students were my contemporaries so they are in their mid-70s now. How happy, carefree and young they all look as well as monochrome like the world of the early 1970s they inhabited.

The wonderful grounds have moved on like the rest of us and are now home to owners of chic, new apartments crafted out of the elegant, old building. Busy, noisy, pressured it is not.

Monday, 13th April, 2026

Lovely morning. The window cleaner arrived at 7.00 am. He’s hobbling and in a pot cast on his leg where he has broken bones in three places. He was playing football! He announced his prices were rising from £21.00 to £23.00 because of the War in Iran. Very international our window cleaner. After he had picked me up from the pavement and helped me recover from the shock, I tried to discuss payment terms with him but he wasn’t offering ‘interst free’. I have to say, he is still cheaper than the service we were paying for a decade ago in Surrey.

Great news over night as Orban was overwhelmingly booted out of Hungary. Orban, a far right, anti-EU, pro-Putin politician who was blocking Europe’s attempts to contribute to the Ukraine war because of his support for Russia had been in power for 16 years and had become an increasing thorn in the side of Europe.

Orban and Farage are politicians who wouldn’t have been tolerated 30 years ago when Liberal Socialism held sway. In fact, 20 years ago even 15 years ago, they were out on the socially unacceptable end of ‘extreme’. Throughout my lifetime, the pendulum has swung Left – Centre – Right and back but now it is swinging further out to the extremes. We nearly had a Corbyn government and we may nearly get a Farage government to come. We didn’t quite get the first and we probably won’t get the second but it is an example of the Overton Window.

The Overton Window describes the pendulum of acceptable beliefs/policies that are current at any one time. We had a Deform Party politician say the other day that, on a trip to Birmingham, they hadn’t seen a single white face. Similar things are said about London. In the past, they wouldn’t just have been criticised but not said at all by people hoping to be elected. The Overton Window has swung Right towards the Unthinkable extreme.

It will change despite anything that happens in May here with a local elections kicking for the government. Trump, friend of Orban and Farage, is very unpopular in Europe and UK and will almost certainly lose the US mid-term elections because he is seen as increasingly erratic and out of touch. France was expected to go Right but actually went Left in their elections recently. The pendulum will eventually swing back and the unthinkable right wing racism will become unsayable again.

Walking in the sun now and then gardening. Fresh air and activity is the best prescription for staying alive. Got to live long enough for the Overton Window to slide back my way. I also want to live long enough to enjoy more Easter celebrations in the Greek sunshine. Orthodox Easter was yesterday and Greeks were out in the warmth spit roasting whole lambs by the sea. Iconic, happy and emotional.

Tuesday, 14th April, 2026

Pure blue sky and strong sunshine has greeted the morning. At 8.00 am, the temperature is 14C/57F and rising rapidly. I’ve only been 75 for 8 days but I’ve become increasingly doddery. Yesterday while out in the garden I was confidently carrying a large plant pot across the patio when I cracked my leg hard on the corner of the conservatory. I think I did it in sympathy with the window cleaner.

I had taken a huge chunk out of my ankle which spouted with blood immediately. I do find that age has made my skin thinner and less resilient. Nurse washed and dressed it and I was relieved to still be able to do my walk. However, this morning it has swollen badly and leaked blood through the dressing. It will take a while to walk myself back into full mobility. Got quite a lot to do today

I’ve also got a tender left arm. Yesterday, I had my Covid vaccination at the local Kamsons Pharmacy. The two girls administering it really inspired confidence by telling me I was their first of the new season. Anyway, they were lovely and the jab was fine. I had Moderna this time and don’t seem to have had any reaction over night.

Been out to Tesco Superstore in Littlehampton for a couple of things. I wanted the car valeting and they have a good one there in the carpark and my Housekeeper wanted a chunk of fresh yeast for baking bread. Tesco Superstore still make bread in-house and are happy to give customers chunks of their yeast supply which is continually growing in the Bakery for free. Chef says it performs much better than dry yeast.

The car valeting service is so good that it is very busy and really has to work hard to satisfy demand. It is still a major source of employment for E2L immigrants who find it more difficult to get work elsewhere. They are delightful and assiduous and I like to learn of their backgrounds. We dropped off the car and were told it would be ready in an hour.

We did a bit of shopping and then went in to the coffee shop to kill the time. I haven’t been in to a Costa Coffee or any coffee shop for a year or two. A large Capuccino and a small Hot Chocolate cost £8.00. Eight Pounds!! At home I drink around 4 large Capuccinos a day. I would be bankrupt at that price.

Wednesday, 15th April, 2026

Quite an overcast but warm morning. I didn’t have a good night’s sleep. My ankle was on fire as it ballooned with swelling. The cuts were quite deep and one is still running a bit. I can walk but it is uncomfortable so I am having to push myself.

There are some things that we need to stock up on and, ironically, they are sourced in Aldi and Lidl. Yes, a morning slumming it today. Everywhere we go leads down to the sea. This morning it was very quiet but dramatic.

The sea for me, as for so many others, symbolises infinity, continuous and endless time. It can be both exciting and frightening in that way. It emphasises the brevity of our personal journey set in the context of the eternal human journey. The conveyor belt of life brings the same call for us all … Next, Please!

Only one ship is seeking us, a black-
Sailed unfamiliar, towing at her back
A huge and birdless silence. In her wake
No waters breed or break.

Philip Larkin – Next, Please

This morning, I was listening to a podcast about American politics. The talk was of Yanks and I suddenly realised I didn’t know where that term had originated. There was no one I could ask. There are few people older than me. I used to ring my Mum if there was something from my past which I couldn’t remember or didn’t know but she is long gone. In the next couple of weeks, it will be the anniversary of her death 18 years ago.

But now no fact is out of easy reach. I can ask Google or Wikipedia or AI and the answer will not only be there in seconds but the context will be provided as well. That is exactly what I want. Mum would require so much more as a price for the answers. In this case, I’m sure she would have known but Google told me early Dutch settlers to North America used the derogatory term of little Johns for all common men. The Dutch name for Little John is Janke. You see, Dear Reader, who needs a Mother?

At least we will all be saved by that leading Yankie Holy Man….

Wednesday, 15th April, 2026

Nice, warm morning. I’m still hobbling painfully like a 75 year old man. What have I been reduced to? Thursday is usually Sainsburys day. This morning, the shelves of fresh produce were almost bare. Imported Fruit & Veg was particularly poor. Don’t know if it is the current crisis but I can’t see it getting better too soon.

We are preparing for foreign travel. One of us is constantly looking for Summer clothes and it isn’t me. I am always being asked which pair of shorts, which shirt, which skirt or dress I prefer. I must admit, I find it impossible to say. One pair of shorts looks much like the next to me. It’s easier to say, Just get both.

The garden will have to survive while we are away for months at a time. Watering deep beds will need to be done and I’m trying to move away from spray watering and on to drip feed. So, I’m looking at plastic pipe system driven by an automatic timer fixed to the garden tap.

I’m also thinking of using the available technology to keep contact with things that can go missing during travel. I’m thinking of buying some bluetooth tags which have a range of about 200m and are controlled by our smart phones. Just as I was weighing up their value this morning, my wife lost her car keys which virtually made up my mind.

I understand that the current crisis in Iran has turned many people to think of generating their own power through solar panels and towards electric cars with enthusiasm just as it had begun to wane a bit. Even the Americans are picking up their interest in electric cars.

We have Hive heating controls and monitoring from British Gas. They contacted me today because they know we’ve been considering it for ages. Our only question is: Will we live long enough to make it worthwhile. This estimate is based on just 8 panels. We have a perfect, south-facing roof which is constantly in the sun and the size of our house would require 16 panels. We would have a battery which we would site in the Gym so we could store power for night time use so we would be looking at a price of about £14,000. I’ve got to ask how long it would take to break even. We are going to invite them round for a survey and a chat.

Sunday, 5th April, 2026

For me, it is just the start of Week 902. To the diminishing few, today is Easter Day. I don’t begrudge them their day although I do find the shut down of the commercial world a bit annoying. My friend, John Ridley, posted this photo of his church in Middleton Tyas, North Yorkshire and I do acknowledge his quiet but confident belief and commitment to the area.

It is not for me. I am confident of very little and I just can’t bring myself to believe in fairies. I am not agnostic though. I am firmly in the atheistic camp so you could say I am confident of that. God is a social construct which I don’t need. I would rather be lonely, lost and aimless than to pretend there was some grand design around my life.

My days start and end with technology not god. This morning, my Echo-Alexa speaker woke me at 5.45 am but she had changed. She started chatting to me about my day ahead including the fact that it was Easter Day. Normally, she would just make a flat announcement on request. I had forgotten that there had been an upgrade to Alexa+. This new version uses generative AI to understand context better and carry on natural conversations, rather than relying on strict, specific voice commands. It’s going to take a bit of getting used to. Alexa+ is the new God!

One thing Alexa+ reminded me of this morning was connected with the washing machine. You know how family routines develop. Well, in our house, Wednesdays have been bed linen changing days and Thursdays have been towel replacement days. This has developed over years in different homes in UK and abroad. They have integrated into our working weeks. I am responsible for stripping the bed but I don’t get involved in the washing or drying because that is above my pay grade although it is now controlled by apps on our phones so I am responsible for maintaining that.

We buy Dual Fuel through British Gas and they are offering half price electricity on Sundays. I knew Sundays were good for something. Using the Tumble Dryer – and we have a Samsung Digital Heat Pump one – which is virtually the most power hungry machine in the house. Never one to miss a money saving opportunity, I have swept away that long established tradition and both sheets and towels are now being washed and dried on a Sunday. You see. There is a God. I am it and I’m here even if I am nearly 75.

Twenty five years ago I celebrated my 5oth birthday in our Greek home on Sifnos. It was Easter holidays and we had flown out to supervise the building of our house. The owners of the Supermarket (aka Tesco) in Kamares, Moscha & Apostelos entertained me at their house.

It was a lovely, homely and kind occasion and one where I was introduced to Halva Cake made with semolina, honey syrup, nuts, and raisins for the first time. They considered it a treat. What gets me is that even now Moscha & Apostelos are only in their late 50s. It really isn’t fair.

Anyway, it is always nice to get a Greek Birthday card from Greek friends. Actually, it’s nice to get a birthday card from anyone on occasions as momentous as this.

Monday, 6th April, 2026

Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday old wrinkly ….

I came down to Breakfast to find this card in my place. Chef had put it there. Wholly inappropriate, of course, because I’m not female, don’t purr and don’t drink. 😉But Chef is so thrifty that she was recycling the card I gave her when she was 60. Seems appropriate, I suppose for a 75 year old man.

I heard first thing from old friends from College, Derek France and John Ridley, Kevin Sellers and John Morris and an old friend from Sifnos, Martin Reynolds. A couple of girls from school have wished me a good day and a couple of friends from the North have sent me their morning sunrise from Rhodes.

Regular readers will know that I don’t usually take things like birthdays seriously but being 75 seems a bit more momentous and I’m not sure why. I suppose, I have exceeded the three score years and ten but it has quite hit me. I must get out my funeral planning file and check it is in order.

I spoke about not being religious yesterday. It was a bit ironic, therefore, that I tucked into a supper of Roast Leg of Lamb, with mint sauce and white, onion sauce. It is the sort of meal that we would have eaten at home as a child. I was brought up in the Roman Catholic religion and was forced to go through the motions by my Mother who was fairly devout. I was forced to serve at the Sunday Mass and you can take the boy out of the liturgy but you cannot take the liturgy out of the boy.

It was completely in Latin which intrigued me and it was a challenge to learn a foreign language which attracted me. The cadences of poetry pleased me. The indoctrination caught me. In spite of life long rejection, the sounds of the liturgy have stayed with me.

Out walking this afternoon, the weather has turned really warm. We are reading 18C/65F in the sunshine. My Under Gardener is sorting out all the pots and washing them in readiness. The plantlets start to arrive next Monday and will need potting up to plant out in coldframes.. She is preparing them.

Tuesday, 7th April, 2026

Another gorgeous day in prospect. Going to be a busy one. But first I must wish my old friend, John, a happy birthday. Of course, he is so much older than me as almost everyone is.

We first met in September 1972 and lived together in student digs for two years. You only have to look at him to see what a mild mannered, pleasant individual he is. Quietly contented in his life, John is to be envied although I’m glad I’m not that old!

Wonderful day to cope with being 75. Even Wales is hot today. Been out to the Garden Centre now that Easter is over. It was looking very inviting with beautiful blossom around. Needed some replacements for herbs that haven’t survived this very wet winter. We tend to favour mediterranean herbs – rosemary, tarragon, sage, thyme, oregano, basil which like poor, dry, soil in full sun. The winter weather hasn’t been to their liking and I needed tarragon which is one of the most used herbs in our cooking and a replacement sage.

Then on to the beach which was gloriously warm and sunny. The tide was out to reveal some clean, flat sand and the temperature hit 23C/73F for the first time for a while.

It’s going to be a busy few days in the sunshine. Hedge trimming, lawns sweeping, potting up the first 240 plug plants arriving soon and being grown on in the cold frames. Annual cleaning of all the hard standing flags around the outside of the house from the grime of winter. Garden furniture uncovered and cleaned up for use. We’ll be eating in the garden soon. It will stop me getting bored for a while.

Wednesday, 8th April, 2026

The days are rushing on. I’m well in to my 76th year already. It’s such a beautiful day that it is hard to imagine not seeing them for ever. Mind you, it is only two years since I thought I could be on my way out then. Amazing how the word Cancer makes you see the world and one’s path through it very differently. For me, I wanted to do everything, have everything, indulge myself while I still could. It has largely been enjoyable and life-affirming but it has had its inevitable consequences.

Although I have continued with the exercise programme, it has been with reduced targets because the original ones were taking up so much time and dominating my days. At the same time, my diet has gradually become more relaxed and I’ve definitely been drinking too much wine. You can guess what the outcome has been. I’ve piled on the weight. I’ve already made two false starts at trying to reverse that trend but I can put it off no more. I have restarted the campaign on the day after my 75th birthday. It’s all up hill from here.

I am fully reinstating my eating programme and the first thing to go has been all alcohol for the foreseeable future. A bit tricky because I’ve got a wine buying trip to France booked for May but it will just have to be stored for the future. The diet is being stripped back to one meal per day with no carbohydrates. The sugar & starch crash is the hardest problem I experience so it is important to cut out those triggers.

My exercise has been almost entirely cardio vascular but I’ve really got to involve anti-aging exercises to counter balance problems and loss of muscle. Particularly, I’ve noticed since my cancer treatment that I feel the cold abit more and my strength is a bit less. I am going to concentrate on eating more protein and doing specific exercises to strengthen my muscles and improve my balance. I’ve been telling myself for so long that I must do more rowing in the Gym and balancing which I’ve never been good at.

I’ve got Part 1 of my Annual Health Check at the surgery to book so I’m bound to be told off there. Then I’ve got a full body scan booked in London at the end of July and I’m bound to be told off there as well. It will do me good.

Thursday, 9th April, 2026

The glorious days go on. Please, never stop! Sun, warmth, blue skies. Living in shorts and tee shirts, cooking and eating outside. You are talking my language.

Going back to France in 4 weeks and then flying to Thessaloniki 2 weeks later followed by a month in Spain a week after that. Looking forward to a busy Summer/Autumn warding off Dementia.

I’ve found a benefit of being 75. I’ve been invited for a Covid19 vaccination. I’m having it on Monday so you know what’s happened if the Blog doesn’t appear on Tuesday. Funeral arrangements will be announced.

I am very happy with computers, software, technical solutions. I’m very happy designing websites and Blogs. Yesterday, it took me about 4 hrs to construct a wheelbarrow out of a box from Amazon. I nearly killed myself I got so frustrated. I am utterly useless when it comes to practical tasks. I had a useless paper diagram but I had a simple Youtube video which took me stage by stage through the process and still I managed to get it wrong many times.

My Under Gardener was busy cutting the hedges. I am rubbish at that as well. Don’t have the patience. She gets so shaken by the electric hedge trimmers that she can’t hold a cup without spilling for two days afterwards.

Anyway, I think you’ll agree, Dear Reader, that I conquered my demons in the end. Just £47.00 and what fun!

This utterly mad and ill thought out war of Trump and his barmy boys has terribly backfired on him and is almost certain to strengthen China and Russia. What it has certainly done is strengthen Iran as the pricipal operator of the region as it controls the Strait of Humuz which it didn’t previously. The tariff it is charging tankers to go through safely is reported to be $2million which will add considerably to oil and gas supplies. Our petrol price has now risen to £1.51 per litre and is unlikely to fall any time soon. What it is doing, looking on the positive side, is making Trump very unpopular in the US as they lead up to the mid-Term elections. There is always an upside to consider!

Friday, 10th April, 2026

Another lovely day. My neighbours, who are obviously mad as hatters, have decided that this is the weekend to drive up to Anglesey – just a 6 hrs journey of nightmare proportions. To make it worse, Dé has decided that Saturday is the day for her Birthday treat on the Zipwire Experience.

Mad at the best of times (well she is German), she should have checked the weather. For one day only, they are forecast to experience gale force winds. I have a feeling it won’t end well for a girl who is 20 years younger than us. You wouldn’t have caught me doing it even when I was younger. Can’t stand Wales.

Well, it’s all go in our household if not to the death defying level of our neighbours. This morning, the Gym has moved from Winter into Summer mode with all it’s insulation for the delicate equipment packed away. The patio flags around the house are having their biennial spray with black spot remover and pressure washed off.

I’ve been using a magic solution for the patio that needs almost no effort. I spray it on, leave it for a few hours and then wash it off with a hose. Everything went back to ‘new’ state and stayed like that for virtually 2 yrs. I hate sitting in a grimy, old-looking garden and this really pleased me so I’m committed to the effort.

While I do that, my Housekeeper is bringing the cast iron hob supports back to a pristine state by soaking them outside in a bath of something or other that she’s found. It’s important to keep on top of everything particularly as we are going away so much. It is lovely to come home to things in order. It doesn’t take much to please Housekeeper and she was delighted with this result.

However, the contrast doesn’t escape me between Spring Cleaning at home and death defying zip wire experience in North Wales (North Wales – Woooo!) and it is not in my favour. But, Dear Reader, my time will come.

Fifteen years ago we moved to Surrey and met a huge cat called Minnie. She belonged to our neighbour, Rosina, who was a Social Worker in Woking. Minnie was 7 years. She came round every day to say Hello and look for a stroke. Rosina has just contacted me to say that Minnie has decided to go to Cat Dignitas at the grand old age of 22 years. Apparently 22 cat years is the equivalent of 100 human years. Quite some feat.

Saturday, 10th April, 2026

Quite a cool morning. Not terribly inviting outside at all. The warm kitchen is rather enticing with the smell of freshly baked bread drifting across it even though bread is on my banned list. I can enjoy it vicariously via the smell just as I did when I gave up smoking. I’m enjoying a morning in my Office although I’ve got a walk to do soon as well. I might have to wear a fleece today.

I’m reading an interesting article in The Times about the jobs/professions AI will make redundant and, therefore kids should avoid taking up. I have always thought that teaching would be an obvious choice for AI. I was using it 20 years ago to develop online learning. The article suggests that the emotional and ethical elements of people facing professions limits the role of AI and I can see that.

Many well paid professional jobs are going and will go quite rapidly because the rote, logical, analytical content of those jobs is much more easily done by computers. It is the people skills and the hands on physical skills that will resist AI involvement. So plumbers and electricians will be safer than accountants and software engineers.

I’m enjoying exploring different AI / Artificial Intelligence tools. I subscribe to Microsoft 365 Family which gives me access to Copilot – the Microsoft AI client but I also use Chat GPT and Google AI – Gemini. I love the challenge it gives me to learn new skills.

It’s funny because I grew up thinking I didn’t like Science. I did ‘O Level’ Physics and Chemistry. I hated both at the time where as I loved English and History. My father was disappointed that I didn’t take to Science and my Mother was pleased that I had sided with her in the Arts. On the other hand, I loved Maths and was quite good at it but couldn’t combine it at ‘ A Level’ with English and History.

In College I found I loved Philosophy. It was just right for my mind. As I moved on to do my first Degree, I found I loved Logic and Statistics. They suited my natural method of enquiry although I didn’t find Venn Diagrams to be easy chatup openers. In my Masters Degree, data collection skills and analysis came to the fore much more in a scientific discipline than and arts. I think I.T. lends itself to those intermingled disciplines which were thought incompatible 60 years ago.

These are the thoughts buzzing round my head as I set off for my walk. Just about bearable in shorts today. The sun is out but the temperature is only 13C/55F and feels colder in the breeze. Fresh air is good. I’m dreaming of creativity through Artificial Intelligence while my walking companion is marvelling at the moonshot although I don’t think she will be volunteering to go on one. The earth is more than I can cope with.

Sunday, 29th March, 2026

The clocks all went forward automatically except the ovens and the coffee maker. The March Equinox, also known as the Vernal (or Spring) Equinox marks the official start of Spring but ushers in British Summer Time. Ours has started bright but cold. It doesn’t feel like Summer.

My friend, Kevin, is taking 18 members of his family to Portugal for a week and I don’t blame him. It will certainly be warmer than here although I don’t envy him being surrounded by 17 other members of his family. My idea of a nightmare!

It’s going to be another gardening day here. Everything has to be ready for plants to arrive through the post in the second week of April. First I watch the political interview programmes – Trevor Phillips on Sky and Laura Kuenssberg on BBC1. They are all about the effects of Trump’s mad war on the world’s economy and our supplies and prices which all affect public opinion even though we had no part in prosecuting this disaster.

People as old as me, and I will join the old wrinklies next week when I reach 75, will remember the 3-Day Week of 1973 and the fuel rationing that took place. To comment on that, David Owen was wheeled out to recall on those times.

On this day 10 years ago, we moved into our new house and spent our first night here. It was a busy, long and exhausting day which saw us eating a Take Away meal which was so unusual for us. We had the internet but the Televisions were on order and hadn’t arrived. We watched the news across the net on my laptop propped up on a plastic box. Ironically, I had spent a lot of cash on Media Distribution Panels which were sitting idly on the wall in front of me.

It took another 4 days for the Sky installer to come and put us out of our misery by erecting a satelite dish. Ten years on, it is no longer needed as superfast broadband has taken over. I took this photo on the day but what strikes me now, looking back, is the building dust covering the road and the weedy little hedge that is now 5ft tall, thick, green and lustrous. We had been staying with P&C in Surrey while we waited for our house completion and it was poignant last week to visit the house as it was closed for the last time before being handed over to its new owners. Everything changes eventually, Dear Reader.

Monday, 30th March, 2026

Glorious morning – warm and sunny. Perfect for gardening. Just been out to Wickes to buy 10 bags or 500 litres of perfectly sifted and enriched garden compost for just £40.00. A bargain! My wife was more worried about whether I would break the back axel of the car than how much it cost.

I have been gardening since I was 7 but seriously since I was 27. I really enjoy it and the effort is good for me. Most of this compost will be used in public spaces but it will also enrich my raised beds in the back garden and replenish the pots.

In a matter of days and depending on the weather, NASA’s modern moonshot, Artemis II, is set to launch, beginning a multi-mission expedition to take humans back to the moon. Some people get very excited about things like this but I’m afraid it doesn’t really raise my interest. The first moon landing happened in July, 1969.

I had just finished my A Levels and was doing a holiday job at Pirelli Tyre Factory in Burton upon Trent. I was working 12 hr shifts 6 days a week and raking in the cash. With my first week’s wage, I went out and bought a pair of incredibly tight fitting hipster trousers – grey with orange stripes very similar to the ones featured above. My Mother hated them which made them even more hip and certainly more significant than men on the moon.

I wonder what you remember about 1969, Dear Reader. Let me jog your memory. I certainly had to jog my own. In 1969 in the UK:

• The Beatles released their final album, Abbey Road, and give their last public performance on the roof of Apple Records.
• The Rolling Stones released Honky Tonk Women and Brian Jones died at 27 years of age in his swimming pool.
• Monty Python’s Flying Circus premiered.
• Charles was invested as Prince of Wales.
• Concorde flew its maiden flight.
• The Northern Ireland ‘Troubles’ began as troops were deployed.
• The House of Lords voted to abolish the death penalty.

In 1969 in the United States:

• The Woodstock Festival was held featuring Jimmi Hendrix, Joe Cocker, Joni Mitchel, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young and many more.
• Charles Manson and his disciples murdered five people including Sharon Tate.
• The first moon landing happened.
• Nixon became President.
• The first citizen died of Aids and the Gay Rights Movement began.

However, far exceeding all of those events in significance is the fact that I left home and went to College in North Yorkshire. Admittedly, its significance is more for me than the world but similar.

Tuesday, 31st March, 2026

Not the greatest day to see out March 2026. Not cold but fairly grey still. I was hoping for better. Gardening is put off until tomorrow. Today, I’ve got more lucrative things to do. You will have heard about the Car Finance Scandal in which Car Salesmen managed to engineer extra commissions by selling financial products that customers didn’t really need. I’ve been buying new cars since 1975 and I can tell you that this has only really became a feature of that transaction in the last 20 years.

The claims that are possible against misselling can only go back to 2007. In that time I have bought 10 brand new cars. As such, I am the Claims Nightmare because I get my secretary to file everything. I have paperwork for every new car purchase including that one I bought in Oldham in 1975. It is a comprehensive record to rival the Blog.

These documents are making the filing cabinet bulge to the point where a new cabinet is more urgent than a new car. We were told last night that each eligible claim would receive £830.00 compensation. Of the 10 new cars I bought in that period, 7 are potentially eligible claims so I am confidently expecting a pay out of just under £6000.00 in time.

All my cars were bought from two Dealerships. Of those, 3 since 2007 were bought from Hepworth Honda in Huddersfield where I bought almost 20 new cars since the 1980s but only 3 qualify under this scheme. The salesman died last year and the dealership has changed hands and name. The rest were bought from Honda in Worthing where lots of weird and wonderfully dodgy finance schemes were offered.

This morning, a couple of hours searching through paperwork and then filling out a stock, formal email letter has allowed me to send off 7 claims to the official compensation scheme not to one of the many internet lawyers who claim 30% of the cash. I will not be giving any of it out although, of course, I will be handing it all to my wife for ‘safe keeping’ or new clothes.

At least the garden is looking clean and ready for what is to come. Already in are potatoes, onion sets and lettuce seeds. The temperature this afternoon is a pleasant 20C/68F and the sun is warm. My odd job woman is varnishing the cold frames and everything is ready for the season to begin. There are stars in my eyes!

Wednesday, 1st April, 2026

Happy New Month, Dear Reader. Happy April. A warm morning after a beautiful, moonlit night. We are looking forward to long, sunny days ahead. This month will be gardening but then the travelling begins – and I for one can’t wait. France, Greece, Spain, Tenerife, Lancashire & Yorkshire. People and Places to look forward to.

I also have to wish my friend, Christine Dagg, Happy Birthday. I have known her for 54 years and being 75 is quite scary. She is jetting off to Albufeira in Portugal with 17 members of her extended family to celebrate. I’ve spoken to her today to wish her a happy time. She seems to be very content in her family with children at university and doing well. I’m pleased for her.

I must admit I’m quite scared at the prospect of being 75 next week. I remember the 50 and 60 barriers quite well. When we moved from the North of England, I was only 60 years old. When we moved down to the South Coast, I was only 65 years old but it is scary how short those spans of time have felt. A similar one will see me reach 85 and 90 years old. Could anyone seriously imagine that?

I don’t know why but I watched a serious but meaningful film last night on Netflix called Care. It was written by Jimmy McGovern so it is fairly hard hitting and gritty. It starred Sheridan Smith and Alison Steadman as daughter and mother. Mother has two daughters one of whom also has two daughters. A lot of the positions are cliched in that they are true to reality. Older Mothers tend to outlive their husbands and so it is here.

Mother, Alison Steadman, has survived her husband and is now doing Grandma duties looking after her daughter’s two kids when they come home from school so their mother, Sheridan Smith can work. Suddenly, everything changes in a flash. Driving the kids home from school, Grandma has a stroke and crashes the car. In hospital, she is also diagnosed with dementia.

Daughter has to look after a stroke limited, dementia limited Mother. She loses her job and the father of her two children has moved on to another relationship. Her own sister is too tied up in life to share the care and they can’t afford a quality Care Home.

I won’t tell you any more because it would spoil the story but it is predictive of a situation that many of us will face from one end of the telescope or another. I already talk to my Carer about not caring too much. Aggression comes with dementia and I am too big for her to cope with. If that is my future, she has instructions to dump me outside the Local Authority Offices and to save all the money to look after herself. Of course, when dementia calls, you have to remember the good times however distant.

Now, just as Americans get ready to blast off to the moon for the first time for almost 55 years, I’m going out to mow the lawns. Bet I finish first. I was sweating when I finished in a temperature of 16C/61F. The summer is coming!

Thursday, 2nd April, 2026

Glorious morning after a beautiful night which featured an almost full moon. Apparently that is tonight – a pink moon. I will be looking up at that, Dear Reader. Will you?

The first week of April is finance time. The end of the old and the start of the new Tax Year on my birthday. In case you’ve forgotten it, that is April 6th. Chef is already planning my Birthday Supper. She is making Vegetable Pizza. I am not allowed pizza normally, in fact, I am not allowed bread but birthdays are treat days so I ask for pizza. I bought Chef a wonderful electric, Pizza Oven last year but it so rarely gets used that it lives in the outdoor kitchen. It reaches 400C and cooks a pizza perfectly in minutes. All the time is taken in the preparation of the dough but that’s what Chefs are for.

I’m afraid I’ve had a second blank month on Premium Bonds so the experiment is going a little sour at the moment. It’s going to take a big prize to catch up at this rate. I’m still considering ISA investments at the moment. In fact, I may hold off for a while to see if interest rates, which were forecast to fall, have another rise. The current league table looks like this above. I certainly don’t want to tie money up for more than 3 years but it would be nice to get 5.00% tax free on £40,000.00 over that period. As you know, with compound interest, that would make £6,305.00 over the period.

We aim to save £20,000 per year from our income which goes into various high rate paying acccounts before being moved into tax free ISAs. I know that will seem small beer to some people but we think it is reasonable for two poorly paid teacher pensioners and it is an investment in our futures such as they are.

Friday, 3rd April, 2026

A damp start to a momentous day. It is the official start to the English Cricket Season … but that’s not the moment. On this day 17 years ago, we left work for the last time. A day later, we were on our way to Greece with Olympic Airways which also doesn’t exist anymore.

An ex-pupil provided this memory of the beginning of our school journey. I started in September 1972 and Pauline in September 1973. I always remember her arriving for interview. I was teaching a Year 11 class English as this gorgeous creature with long, blonde hair right down to her bottom walked past my open classroom door. I stopped speaking and stuck my head out to watch her walking up the corridor only to find two boys behind me doing exactly the same thing. At that point the die was cast in all sorts of ways.

Teaching gave us a reasonable living and is providing a much better retirement than expected but I would not go into it if I had my time again. We met some lovely people, some delightful kids but I became increasingly cynical about managing the process of state education. So much time was spent gaming the system, massaging/fabricating the data for essentially meaningless targets and being judged on ludicrous standards which, once again, were subject to massage.

I have a feeling it is too late to change course now. I received a Birthday card to day which rather emphasises that I am joining the old, wrinklies. Actually, in spite of what I say, I’m still finding it really hard to let go of ambition. There are things I am determined to achieve and the graduation points of time like this just temporarily dent my confidence and then I shrug them off.

We have to keep moving forward or we die. Time is the film score to that movement and it is up to us to turn the volume down a notch and not let it drown out the narrative. It may be Bad Friday today but I live in hope that the next one will be better. I am determined to make it so.

In moments like this I listen to Bocelli’s Because We Believe. It moves me every time but it proves I am alive and still hoping and, through a vale of tears, makes me more determined.

Like stars across the sky
E per avvincere
Tu dovrai vincere
We were born to shine
All of us here because we believe

Non arrenderti
Qualcuno è con te
Like stars across the sky
We were born to shine
E per avvincere
Dovrai vincere
E allora vincerai

Music and words are the morphine for the heart. The song ends with E allora vincerai – And then you’ll win. Optimism is all. And in that vein, I am going in the Gym while Chef is trying to sabotage it by making Hot Crossed Buns which she will serve dripping in butter. How will I cope?

Saturday, 4th April, 2026

End of another week already. My last full week of youth. I received another reminder that I enter the world’s Old People’s Home on Monday. It is not something to celebrate although it is something I should mark because I won’t be back. Reincarnation is an illusion to comfort the dying. Ashes to ashes is the reality.

Well, we’ll leave that there for now. There are more immedate things to deal with like … petrol prices. There are so many complaints about rising fuel prices and demands for the government to mitigate them. Pejorative comparisons are drawn with other countries in an attempt to paint ours in a bad light.

Before the Iran debacle, we were paying about £1.35 per litre for unleaded. This week, our price hit £1.51. Two weeks ago, I filled up in France and payed the equivalent of £1.71 per litre. It was quite a shock and illustrated just how isolated we Brits are.

We got back to a petrol station at home which was closed for lack of fuel due to panic buying. It quickly reopened and we have had a policy of filling up little and often since then. Yesterday, I topped up just £15.00’s worth of fuel and the car said it gave me a range of 503 miles until empty. One of the joys of driving a Hybrid. To be honest, on normal weekly driving, that would get me through a month.

In spite of the fuel prices, I love Europe. The Brexit vote was the sheer madness of the Great Unwashed doing the Global Elite’s bidding. A full decade on, it is becoming clear. The mantra of take back control of our borders rings a bit hollow as they start to complain about Europe doing exactly that themselves.

What gets me is that they talk about the EES  Entry-Exit System (EES) for non-EU citizens  as punishment for leaving the EU. They never refer to the almost identical system used by USA. I wonder what we’re being punished for there. Not being American? Losing the American War of Independence of 1783? As the mantra goes: if you leave a club, new rules apply. And so it is with Europe.

There is something so inclusive and optimistic about the nations of Europe that we can tap into and nobody says utterly superficially, Have a nice day. I leave you with the Beethoven’s “Ode to Joy” expresses Schiller’s idealistic vision of the human race becoming brothers and adopted by EU leaders as the official anthem of the European Union..

Sunday, 22nd March, 2026

It’s great to wake early and see sunshine from clear, blue sky. I’m seeing it again this morning. It’s going to be a good day and, hopefully, a good week.

Gardening today. Sowing lettuces and parsley for cutting in June. Tidying up the garden and cleaning the patio and paths of the winter grime. In West Yorkshire our acre of garden was a daunting task to manage. Here, a few hours and it’s done and this year with so much time away the garden will just have to get on without too much help.

Nipping to France this week mainly on a wine buying trip but I suspect my navigator will be looking for shoes and chocolate to balance the experience. We are driving to the tunnel early to avoid traffic. Hoping that they will be using the new biometric recognition system – the EEC Entry/Exit System which is replacing manual passport stamps for non-EU citizens – so we can establish our position on the database in advance of airport travel in June.

It has been delayed for the past 12 months because it was causing chaos and delays but we’ve got two chances this week and another French trip in May before we fly to Greece in June and Spain in July.

I love Europe and feel European. I certainly don’t feel American and Trump has crystalised that. He is really doing us a favour in driving UK back into the arms of Europe where we need economic and military alliances. For the pro-EU folk among us — which is, in fact, most of the country at this point — this is welcome mood music. It’s not just Paris, either. The Germans miss having us around to wind the French up. The Nordics and Netherlanders and Baltics all want us more involved. The Irish wish we’d never left. Everyone realises that America’s world chaos era makes European co-operation vital.

Monday, 23rd March, 2026

A warm morning with weak sunshine. The car is cleaned and ready for setting off for France tomorrow morning. The station that was out of fuel on Saturday now has some and the price is only 141.9p. The drive is about 200 miles round trip and the tank has 420 miles in it now so all is well. I will fill up in France before returning.

The order of the day is preparing for gardening next week. I have to buy plants to put out on the street beds and for our own back garden. This year, I’m buying plug plants to pot up and grow on in my cold frames.

They have to make an effect from a distance as you drive into the Development so I don’t choose subtle colours. They have to survive throughout the Summer and well into Autumn without much aftercare. These plants will do that.

I’ve ordered 400 plants which will cost me about £150.00 but it is a small contribution to my neighbourhood which is a happy and friendly place to live. They will arrive throughout the month of April and I will grow them on under glass until they go out into beds in May. I’ll have a few weeks to establish them outside before I go abroad and leave them to the mercy of my neighbours.

A lot of Right Wing populist rhetoric is just that – hot air without a foot in reality. It is easy to be a critic without responsibility. It is easy to spout nonsense without understanding. Today, we see Trump punctured of hot air by the reality of the bind he finds himself in and from which he is back pedalling furiously. Trump Always Chickens Out is coming home to roost before our eyes.

At the same time, the slavering Right Wing Press in the UK have been predicting the rise of the rabid Right Wing in France and the demise of Macron. Wrong again. It was wishful thinking like that of those supporting the Deform Party in UK. The Socialists have won again. You just have to love the French!

Tuesday, 24th March, 2026

Up early at 5.00 am. Dark and felt a bit chilly this morning. Setting off for Le Shuttle at 5.30 am and still dusk. The car said it was 11C/52F but felt really cold. We had a nearly 2hr drive A272/M23/M25/M20. We arrived 30 mins early in time for a cup of coffee. There was hardly anyone lining up for a 9.15 am train.

It looks like world instability and off peak times have almost killed cross channel travel. I think this every time I go through an airport and here, today at the Tunnel Terminal. Keen shop assistants stand around looking deperate for clients. They’re looking at the wrong person in me. I would never buy from them. My wife occasionally buys perfume that she says is much cheaper but that’s the best they can expect.

France was grey and cold. Unseasonably cold. Actually, we reached 14C/57F but the breeze made it feel freezing. I contacted friends back in UK looking for warmth. I listened to Radio 4 Today programme by putting my phone through my car’s sound system while under the sea. Swiftly off the train in France and on to Cité Europe. Here the cost of living and instability of current times was obvious. These are desperate times for poor people.

I, on the other hand, was indulging in wine buying. My wife was indulging in chocolate buying. The contrast didn’t escape me. Our indulgencies are purely discretionary. They are exactly that … discretionary. I spent £800.00 on wine and she spent £60.00 on chocolate. We both have our weakenesses.

Wednesday, 25th March, 2026

Not warm again but bright and sunny. We have our annual Central Heating service this morning. We haven’t used it much in the past year although the water is heated constantly. Sounds like we are going to bear the brunt of the costs of this Middle East war. However, it was interesting yesterday to fill up with petrol in France at a cost of £1.73 per litre and then drive home and fill up again at a cost of £1.40 per litre. If you remain insular, you are denied the international comparison that provides perspective and meaning. You think we have it bad. Look elsewhere to know.

Funnily enough and I love these ironies, one of the first things I heard about as I sat drinking coffee in France was the collapse of a building …. in Oldham. I love France. I feel relaxed and comfortable there but the warm glow of memory floods my mind when Oldham is conjured up. As I followed the news story up, I found the collapse was caused by building rennovation work and when you look at the town it desperately needs it. Labour is investing £31 million in developing the old Mumps area.

So many of these Northern towns which were made prosperous by the industrial revolution feel like they have been left behind by a post-industrial society in which the economy and social structures have shifted from manufacturing to services and technology driven activities. They have to address that and investment is needed. Boris Johnson proudly talking of levelling up but that was all he did. Labour are actually doing it.

Nobody would pretend that it is enough but it is something more than previously and looks like it will transform the landscape. You only have to look at the old and dilapidated buildings that speak of a long lost time – a time before modern heating and insulation were even dreamed of. Often they were built before most of the services were available that we would consider essential now.

For all the romance of history, it is surely time to sweep much of it away and build new. That’s why I am pleased to see Labour prepare to build 7 new towns with 1.5 million new homes all built to a level of insulation and with solar heating that the builders of the last century could only have dreamed of.

Thursday, 26th March, 2026

Gorgeous morning. Drinking the sunlight in and enjoying the Mediterranean sky. Just makes me feel happier. As the world is on fire, I am trying to navigate a retirement of happiness and fulfillment. Only 16 years ago, I was just 58 years old and had decided I wasn’t going to work anymore. We had both made that decision and were negotiating hard the terms of our redundancy.

They didn’t want us to go. They even offered Pauline a new job. We had to make them realise it would be for the best if they gave us a nice big pay off and let us slip away quietly. On this day, 16 years ago, we had just 8 days left of our working lives. It was absolutely weired, scary, exciting, optimistic with the future full of possibilities. Actually, we didn’t even know if we might need to do some consultancy work to supplement our incomes. We soon realised that wasn’t going to be necessary at all.

As we prepared to go off and play out in our Greek home, the school wound down towards the new Academy in Waterhead. The once busy corridors, that I walked for years keeping noisy kids in check, soon fell silent. The cleaners and caretakers moved out and the building was left to the winds of time.

It was a time when I most needed to be in charge of events and I was constantly contacting people, checking financial figures – redundancy payoffs x 2, Pension forecasts x 2, Lump Sums x 2, Mortgage settlement figure, etc.. It all felt too demanding. Right up to the last day, things were uncertain. And then, suddenly they weren’t. The terms were agreed, the figures looked better than anticipated and all was well with the world.

We flew straight to our Greek home where we could relax after the turmoil of the last term. The property was carpeted with Spring flowers, the air was warm, there were lemons on the trees in the back garden and life was suddenly calm and quiet. We realised that we’d never need to work again unless we chose and it took a little while before we accepted that, psychologically, we didn’t need to work.

Sixteen years on, what is my life reduced to? This morning I received a new responsibility – using a Food Waste Bin! Well, I won’t be responsible but you know what I mean. It feels like the microcosm has gone almost as mad as the macrocosm. Food Bins, Gaza, Iran – let’s run away to a Greek island!

Friday, 27th March, 2026

Only Friday. It’s seemed a long week. I’ve got through quite a lot. The days are getting longer and the clocks go forward on Saturday night/Sunday morning. I’ve been awake since 5.00 am and listening to political podcasts The Newsagents USA this morning discussing the $Billion spikes in the Nasdaq just before Trump announced a 10 day hiatus in the bombing of Iran. Insider Trading was going on making a great deal of money for the chosen few in the know. And we wonder why people are cynical about politicians.

And then I found this. Who needs AI when you can fool most of the people some of the time with simple software. I posted it on Twitter/X and Threads, Bluesky and Facebook. At the time of writing, it had received more than 10,000 viewings, reposts, etc..

It is now 8.00 am and life has come back with a soft landing – a glorious landing – as I switch on my PC and I’m greeted by this scene. My computer screen gives me a new picture each day and this one made me think of the past, of innocent times, of happier times and of John Ridley.

Of course, the turmoil out on the world’s rim is bleeding back into our own lives as the world economy cracks under the strain. It is also derailing the Labour Government’s hard work as interest rates were due to reduce again. Inflation was forecast to return to the BoE’s 2.0% and net migration was expected to go negative by the end of the year. Now, the reverse is expected. This major investment in roads has almost gone out unannounced and almost unnoticed as the noise of war clouds everything.

Saturday, 28th March, 2026

Well, the month of March and Blog Week 900 are drawing to a conclusion in sympathy with Daylight Saving. An hour less in bed tonight. I won’t miss it. I was awake at 5.00 am this morning as the day opened with clear blue sky and strong sunshine.

Today is Jane’s birthday. She is 72 years old and living in West Yorkshire where I used to live. I didn’t want to flatter her too much with the photo but we hope she has a lovely day in spite of it.

Down on the pier, the Prom. Run was starting to prepare and busy people were packing as much into their lives as possible with a Saturday Fun Run. I often think I’ve done nothing with my life but then, on focussing down, I realise how many experiences I’ve got through.

This morning, I found my life on the Office desk in the form of the Accounts. We must have been talking about something yesterday which led to my accountant getting out the early records. The top book began on 25th, September 1981. We had been married for almost 3 years by then and earlier records were kept on Bank Statements but the real plan started here.

Although the amounts seem farcically small, I can see the seeds of a lifetime’s principles from the start. We have always tried to maintain a healthy current account. Our principle 45 years ago was to keep a level of about £550.00 which was more than one salary. Now, 45 years on, we would be unhappy if our current account fell much below £10,000.00. In those early days, our mortgage was just £55.08 per month. Our final mortagage was around £2,500.00 per month. Even though we were working on relatively small sums of income, we set the principle of saving right from the start. Our Standing Orders contained 3 monthly payments out to M&G or Municipal & General Securities Company Limited, an investment company where we built up savings. We have been doing it ever since.

Our house was centrally heated but we had an open fire in the Lounge for which we bought coal and logs. Albert Stephens was the supplier and I found his company still listed this morning. I was big into photography even then but everything had to be sent off to be developed by PhotoPost and returned as prints – however bad. I think it became Photo Express just for enthusiasts like my brother, Bob, after digital became established. We loved to eat out at Sole Mio in Huddersfield which was fantastic in the early days but it only cost us £10.05 for a meal with wine back in 1981.

Just 8 years later, our salaries had more than doubled because of big catching-up pay awards and career promotions and we were feeling affluent. We had bought a big, new house with an acre of land in a Conservation village, we had bought four new cars, taken out Health Insurance at a cost of £600.00 per year first with Clinicare and then with Bupa. And our accounts were preparing to go digital.

How life has changed. Even the accounts package we use was discontinued 20 years ago but I’ve managed to bend it to install on all future platforms. It is so easy to go back and check when something was purchased, when some new investment programme was started, when some subscription needs cancelling. It is life on a spreadsheet and non the less important for that.

Sunday, 15th March, 2026

Gorgeous morning after gorgeous morning and the prospect of many more to come. Even so, my introspective mind seems to focus on the missing links rather than the sunshine. Yesterday, the beach was lined with joggers in the Promenade Parkrun. While I was trapped in my car suffering with a trapped sciatic nerve and agony shooting down my left leg, the young, fit bodies were enjoying letting off steam in the sunshine.

Something else was happening that I didn’t understand at the time. It was lovely but it wasn’t very hot and the sea would have been distictly chilly but people were stripping off on the beach to go in the water. Later, I found that it was an organised event on the South Coast celebrating International Women’s Day. Very brave.

The lovely day ended in a lovely way with a beautiful sunset. This is not my photo. It was taken by my wonderful MP, Dr. Beccy Cooper on the Beach Road.

We are so lucky to have her. Our last MP, Tory Peter Bottomley, was hardly ever heard of. He certainly wasn’t as active as Labour Beccy who is constantly in contact with voters and in to everything.

The evening finished a little disappointingly but after a wonderful match of Rugby, England lost to the final kick in Paris against the French after a thrilling game of Rugby which I shared with my friend Kevin even though we were almost 300 miles apart. When you’ve got Whatsapp, Leeds and Worthing seem quite close. We both played Rugby (or Rugger as my parents called it) in our youth and even played together once. When those days are over, you can just enjoy the game for its own sake and it was a thrilling game last night.

Monday, 16th March, 2026

Not warm this morning but at least I am back walking. My sciatic nerve seems to be freed from the disk in my lower back and, although it feels bruised, I am able to move reasonably normally. Going out to Worthing town which involves a lengthy walk through the centre and I am feeling up for that now which is very relieving.

Haven’t been into town for a while and it was good to see the new, Green Energy Centre is up and almost running. The Worthing Heat Network is a pioneering low-carbon heating project aimed at reducing carbon emissions and providing sustainable heating to buildings in Worthing with a goal to connect every building in the town by 2050 …. When I am 99 years old.

You can tell it’s green because it’s clad in a living wall of grass. Wonder who is going to mow it and what that will look like in 2050!

Unfortunately, the old, Edwardian shopping arcade is looking very much the worse for wear and seems to have been infested with pigeons and seagulls. They’ll have to do something about this. These photos are going to our energetic, Labour MP.

When I got home, I had been contacted by a no-win-no-fee Law firm offering to get me money back on car finance over the past decade because of the current mis-selling scandal. My immediate thought was I have bought 8 cars in the past decade but none on finance but then I realised they had actually found 8 finance agreement related to those purchases. Every time I bought a new car, Honda would offer me a special deal if I just borrowed some money from Honda Finance.

On a couple of occasions, they gave me £5000.00 reductions if I borrowed some money from Honda. All I had to do was sign the agreement, take delivery of my new car and then cancel the finance agreement within the first month and it would cost me nothing but I would retain the £5000.00. I had no problem with the process and it worked fine. Most of the other cars came with 3 years free servicing if I did a similar scheme. Why would I not? It was saving me money. What I didn’t realise was that the salesman would also get an incentive. That is the nub of the claim. I have little to lose and a bit to gain – they tell me about £700.00.

Tuesday, 17th March, 2026

Well, it is sunny but doesn’t feel that warm this morning – just 11C/52F at 7.00 am. We are going to France in a week and that kicks off our year of travel. We have already booked up 11 weeks away from home. The last time we did that in so far in advance was Covid year and we had to cancel the lot. I spent the next few months recouping the cash. This time, Trump like the dangerous joke he is, has embarked on World War 3 out of choice.

Trump’s threats against Canada, Greenland, Cuba and Gaza, Israeli & US bombing of Syria and Lebanon and then attempting regime change in Iran has thrown the world order into a total panic. Iran bombs the Gulf countries travel and oil facilities and closes the Straits of Hormuz to oil and gas shipments. Nowhere seems safe. Trump appears a bit unhinged and definitely unbridled and out of control.

Very quickly oil prices have risen by 40% and UK right-wing figures and politicians, such as Conservatives and the Deform Party, have proposed scrapping climate change acts to prioritise cheaper energy and economic growth. This push, which includes reopening North Sea oil, is argued as a way to boost domestic energy security amidst geopolitical tensions and potential oil. It is, of course, utterly duplicitous. They know that any oil brought out of the North Sea is not used in UK but goes directly into the international market from which we buy it back at international ‘spot’ prices. But it suits their climate-change denial bias and pulls the wool over the heads of their populist support.

In times of geopolitical tension, travel shrinks. Danger and cost are the drivers – to coin a phrase. We are told that holiday bookings are being cancelled and/or moved from Long Haul – America, Mexico, Dubai to Short Haul – Spain, France, Italy, Portugal. Even M had her flight from Tampa cancelled today and has to fly from Orlando on Thursday instead. But those who haven’t booked early are seeing significant price rises and, of course, the whole process is inflationary across the world economies. It is being dubbed Trumpflation and it could be his downfall.

And while I was writing this, the sun has come out, the the world looks delightful. The daffodils are over now but the grass is green. The sky is blue. We are here. You should be too, Dear Reader.

Wednesday, 18th March, 2026

Wonderful gardening day in shorts and tee shirt to get sunshine on my skin. Looking forward to it but I have a small task to complete first.

Had a real lesson in being open minded over the past few days. I’ve always tried to look ahead, stay ahead and to make myself an early adopter of new things and particularly of technology. One thing that can happen is that older people become more afraid of the new world and fall into old, familiar patterns that don’t challenge them. I made a conscious decision to avoid that decline but it is easy to slip and I clearly have.

At the risk of repeating myself, I run a Sky-Q TV delivery system with a main box and 4 mini boxes which are the maximum Sky allow on the network. I have other, small TVs in Guest Bedrooms which rely on Freeview. Both systems are being discontinued as pure internet delivery takes over. Sky will move to small internet boxes through which everything will stream via broadband. Freeview will just disappear altogether.

A few days ago, Freeview failed to work and we thought it may have gone already. It forced me to look around for a replacement. Suddenly, I felt very foolish and old. You, Dear Reader, will probably be well versed in this method when I tell you I turned to an Amazon Firestick. Why on earth did I not think of that before? Freeview is horribly clunky and limited. The Firestick offers so much more streamed via the internet.

I ordered one from Amazon and it came the next day. Just £25.00 buys this kit and then there is the setting up. What fun. This is the sort of challenge/stress I look forward to and need in my calm and familiar home life. I spent an hour last evening setting it up and learning the system, setting up apps and trying them out. This morning, I tried it out and was pleased with myself. Small pleasures, Dear Reader, small pleasures. Then I discovered that Freeview had started working again. It had obviously just had a short transmission glitch. However, I’m so grateful to it for making me look outside my comfort zone.

From technological to pastoral. Now the raised beds surrounding the back garden need forking over. The herbs need trimming back and feeding. Flat-leafed Parsley seeds will be sown although last year’s plants have survived this warmest of Winters. I have too many Rosemary plants. I don’t know why I bought them all. Just to look and smell nice I suppose. You don’t need a great deal in cooking.

My next door neighbour is always coming round to ask for a sprig of Rosemary for her cooking so I will pot up one of mine and give it to her for the garden. I’ve got onion sets and seed potatoes to get planted out over the next few days. It’s going to be an enjoyable time planning for the future.

Oh what a day, the Summer has landed in our garden. The Garden Centre is ramping up displays for Easter just a couple of weeks away. Our garden is seeing 22C/70F and it feels wonderful. The sunshine makes me dream of good things to come. Of course, I will have to organise them myself but I am quite happy to do that. Better things are coming. Hold on!

Thursday, 19th March, 2026

Glorious morning. I suspect it is across most of UK today. Clear blue sky and strong, warm sunshine. Here comes Summer. Sunlight and warmth. Went down to the beach to drink it in. Already by 10.00 am we are at 18C/65F. If I was trying to cross the Channel, I’d do it today.

The sea air, the sparkling water and the warm sunshine are real revivers. We need it with all the turmoil in the world currently. Sounds like Gas/Petrol prices are going stratospheric this Autumn. It’s alright if you have a financial cushion. How on earth will those living day by day keep warm?

We got home to find one of our neighbours’ cats sitting in a sunbeam on our front lawn. She doesn’t care about oil prices. They have two cats – Musetta & Mimi – named after girls in Giacomo Puccini’s opera, La Bohème. This is Musetta. She is feisty.

I don’t know what you feel about Amazon, Dear Reader. Some people hate it and others love it. I first used it when I bought my wife a Kindle book reader in 2010. It was revolutionary at the time and remains so in many ways. They are almost impossible to break. They still have ‘free’ 3G wifi and they store thousands of books immediately accessible from the Cloud. Pauline has two nowadays and would never travel without one. The Kindle is much more important to her than me in bed. She has a store of 1,366 books which she is working her way through but adding to at the same time.

I went on to fully embrace Amazon and became a Prime member. It costs me £95.00 per year but it entitles me to ‘free’ delivery on my purchases which usually arrive next day delivered by some Albanian or Bulgarian who never has time to breathe on a hectic round of deliveries. You will see that in the past 12 months, I made 47 orders so almost one a week and I was away for 10 of those weeks and I saved £241.00 on delivery charges. The thing which really pursuades me is the ease of return if I’m not satisfied or just change my mind. It is free and unquestioned. That persuades me.

Just as a brief update after talking about and acting over the filthy and bird-infested environment of the sea side Shopping Arcade. Emails to our MP and the local Council Department produced more information about ownership and responsibilty which is private. Further emails to the owners produced instant responses from all parties and action will be taken soon. I will report when there are signs of improvement. I knew you’d be worrying.

For the first time this year, we have hit 21.5C/70F. It makes me happy and I’d love to share it with you, Dear Reader.

Friday, 20th March, 2026

A wonderful day of lovely, warm sunshine which saw us driving up to Surrey. We went to meet M at C’s Residential Home where Richard was also arriving. These were moving times. P&C ‘s house was being vacated for the purchasers. We took away mementoes. Some pictures to remind us of them but also a walking stick that belonged to my lovely Mother in Law. It took me back immediately across the years.

We went on to see C and we sat outside in the lovely garden with the lake as a backdrop and warm sunshine bathing us in the Spring Equinox. Today night and day are equal length and the balance continues to improve until the end of September.

C is lucky to be in such a lovely place with helpful staff and relaxing surroundings. He seems to be thriving on it and to be happy. For a man who is 90 this year, he is doing well.

We chatted in the garden and then had Lunch in a busy Dining Room. It was good to see M and Richard looking so well. The drive up and the drive back were delightful both because of the weather and the lovely scenery. Back home, we thought we would fill up with petrol but found our local station was out of fuel. It is a sign of the times which may result in rationing.

Rationing of fuel takes me back to the 1970s and the 3-day Week. Power cuts were then the order of the day. I was alone in the darkness of a garret, studying for my degree late into the night and reading by candlelight. It was quite Dickensian. They were hard, not happy, times.

A man I worked with at that time, Sam Shepherd, who was Head of PE and an England Rugby Referee died 20 years ago and I have kept in touch with his wife until recently when the mists of Dementia enveloped her. Their daughter, who is Deputy Head at Hulme Grammar School in Oldham wrote to me this week to tell me her Mum had died. A sad memory which deserves being recorded.

Saturday, 21st March, 2026

As the wonderful weather goes on, we went down to the beach to buy fresh, locally caught Squid /Kalamari. It will be cooked outside in the garden tonight after gardening.

The sea was alive with sunshine but the beach was empty. Too early for the holdaymakers. It felt and smelt delicious.

An afternoon out in the garden and all the potatoes and onions are planted. Potatoes will be ready in early July. The onions will be lifted some time in August. Tomorrow, Lettuces and herbs will be sown and then the bulk of the work for the year will be done. Just some new herb plants to put out – Tarragon which we eat a lot of along with Basil which we grow like a forrest each each for Pesto and in Salad and Sage which died in the wet winter. We are doing a wine buying trip to France next week relaxed in the knowledge that the garden will carry on without us.

I wrote a few days ago about using a FireTV Stick for the first time on a TV at home and how pleased I was with it. Talking to M yesterday, she nudged me on because I had suddenly realised I could take it abroad with me to use on hotel TVs as well. What I didn’t know and what she taught me was that it was possible to download a Nord-VPN app for the stick which will allow me to be in London when I am actually in Greece or France or Spain. Technically life is getting so much better.

Sunday, 8th March, 2026

Quite cold out there and misty this morning. It’s going to be another day in the Gym. I’ve torn a muscle in my back so I’m taking forever to get going and really look like an old man when I’m walking. I hate it. It makes me feel so decrepit. My wife says I should rest but I can’t miss my targets. I would never sleep if I did.

They say a picture tells a thousand words and regular readers of the Blog will know that I have been gradually transitioning that way in my writing. An old friend, Dave Weatherley, who I haven’t seen since 1972 and who lives in Bolton shared this photo with me of one of his walks. Anyway, I will be going up there soon and hope to meet up with him to cross the 54 year time divide.

It is Springtime in Greece as the weather starts to warm up for the Summer to come. Winter rains have carpeted the countryside with greenery and wild flowers are starting to paint the landcape. This photo from the olive groves of Naxos was posted yesterday. It took me back immediately to our annual arrival at our Greek home usually in March and the smells, sounds and colours of our island. These photos also took me back 43 years when we stayed on Naxos for a few weeks in 1983. I could just go back and touch it right now.

That is what the past does to me – make me want to go back and touch it just one more time. And I will. This gorgeous and unexpected view across a field of Flax on a sunny day in Coquelles while away on a wine buying trip would always draw me back. Wouldn’t it you, Dear Reader? I have already arranged two more trips in the next few months to enjoy the heady scent and pastel view that I once saw before.

Monday, 9th March, 2026

A dull and misty morning. The mists of time swirl everywhere. A marketing website came up for a smart property by the river in West London. I looked through it with a semi-casual eye. I looked at the map and realised how close it was to being in the London Borough of Ealing and my heart shrank and splintered.

It was just 54 years ago at the end of April that I went for a job interview for a post as an English teacher. For sad reasons in retrospect, I turned it down and moved on to Oldham of all places. I have often wondered how life would have been different if I’d taken the job. Even in those days, I knew property ownership was the way to go and a purchase then would certainly have accumulated massively over the years. I would almost certainly have lived a more cosmopolitan life if I’d worked there.

Back in the mists of time, my little sister was a fairly quiet and tubby little girl in the background of my life. She grew into a lovely and determined lady who takes her fitness very seriously. She is 71 today and we wish her a very happy birthday. So much water has flowed under the bridge and the yellow fog that rubs its back upon the windowpanes where only through time time is conquered.

Well, it was back at the start of February that I began to write about and warn about potential World War and I don’t like to say I told you so but … I told you so. Who knows what the lunatics of the ‘alt-right’ -influenced White House will do next. Starmer is absolutely correct in not following them but we will suffer anyway. Gas and oil prices are soaring, share prices and pension investments are crashing. This will only serve to fracture international relations and increase the cost of living across the world.

In these situations, there is always a temptation to run away. To escape. This morning I heard the suggestion that curling up with a good book is a popular response to the chaos outside. I just can’t do that.

As I’ve written before, I haven’t read a book for pure escapism since I was in Primary School. For me, books are for facts and education, for theories and developing understanding, for philosophies and self improvement. Pleasure doesn’t come in to it.

My pleasure doesn’t come through escape but through facing, analysing and understanding reality and my place in it. It still means hours and hours of reading but not tucked up in the womb-like warmth of my bed, allowing myself to float off into imagination. I really haven’t been able to do that since early childhood. What it means is that I virtually never read a book from cover to cover these days but dip in to search for evidence and answers.

It is a male trait. Some can’t read. Some don’t read books at all. Those who do read tend to favour non-fiction. I favour books which do rather than books which are. I want a book to do something to make me a better person not help me escape from myself. My recommendation for a good read would be an autobiographical work from 1914 – The Ragged-Trousered Philanthropists by Robert Tressell with a foreword by my hero, Tony Benn.

Tuesday, 10th March, 2026

On this grey and misty morning, I’ve been looking at the life of an ancestor. She was, in a child’s mind, a rather a fierce and scary old lady. She was known as Auntie Kessie but she was actually our Great Aunt as the sister of my Grandfather. She was born in Repton in April 1887 so almost exactly 64 years before me. She died in 1962 when she was 75 and I was 11 and about to go to Grammar School. She was born Kate Anne Kesterton Sanders but was always known as Kessie to me.

By the time I knew Auntie Kessie she was retired and living with a Companion. I didn’t really understand that at the time but I can assure you, it wasn’t a euphemism. Unlike the faint-hearted ‘ladies’ of her generation, Kessie had a fierce intellect and determination to achieve. In 1905, she applied for Teacher Training at a college in the city of Lincoln.

Like so many colleges, it is now a University. Bishop Grosseteste Ladies Teacher Training College is now a Lincoln Dioscesan University.

At that time, teaching was regarded very much as a vocation. Training colleges were entirely single sex. There were to be no distractions! Most women teachers remained spinsters all their lives, and they certainly could not remain in post and marry.

Kessie’s first teaching post was in Manchester of all places teaching poor kids. In 1908, she was appointed as an assistant elementary school mistress at St Andrew’s School, Ancoats in Manchester. For a middle class girl from a small, rural Derbyshire village, it must have been a hell of a culture shock. I found a picture of a class of kids at that exact school in 1920 by which time Kessie would have moved on but she won’t have met many streetwise, little people from incredibly poor homes and parents who worked in the local mills.

By 1913, Kessie had moved back home to teach in Burton and then in Derbyshire where she became a headteacher of a village school where she remained for 20 years and retired in 1947.

Kessie never married and did what many Victorian era women did, she retired to her home alone and took in a companion. A lady’s companion was a respectable, often impoverished woman employed by a wealthy lady to provide company, emotional support, and chaperonage. Unlike servants, they were considered social equals or gentlewomen who acted as confidantes, chaperones for outings, and assistants with light tasks. 

Kessie and her companion made evil tasting elderberry wines and real dandelion & burdock drinks which were kept on the thrall in the pantry. They maintained a huge garden looking lovely but, as people, they were largely invisible to me on a daily basis.

I remember being taken into Kessie’s house when she died in 1962 and being asked if there was something I would like to remember her by. It was a scarily Victorian interior and as an 11 year old boy, there was absolutely nothing of that I wanted. I remember thinking, why would I want to remember that stern, old lady? I rather regret that now. I am told that relatives clearing the house found what they considered an engagement ring in a draw. Had Kessie sacrificed love for her profession? Sadly, nobody will ever know.

Because I failed to get the A Level results I wanted, I didn’t get in to Newcastle University to do an English Degree and I didn’t get to enjoy any of the gorgeous girls I met there on interview. Such is my luck. They say you make your own luck and it was my fault. I didn’t apply myself enough. At the last minute, I found a Teacher Training College who were desperate to attract male students to train as English teachers because the Department of Education had instructed them to increase their male intake.

Ripon College was reasonably far enough away from home and it meant not thinking about a job for a few years so I went for it. I think I had been told I wanted to be a teacher from a young age although, as the time came closer, I was being told I would never be wealthy in that profession so I ought to consider land and property – maybe as a Quantity Surveyor, a Land Agent, or something which carried rural cachet.

The College building was opened in September 1862 as 32 students moved to the new Ripon College.  The building was described as ‘the Italian style of architecture which has a centre, three floors in height and two wings. It affords accommodation with separate bedrooms, for sixty students besides apartments for the Lady Superintendent, the governesses and the servants; and includes a large dining room, a  lecture room, a committee room and classrooms.

What I found there was a fascinating transition of cultures and times. The College had been right up to this point an all female ‘Anglican Ladies Training College’ since 1846. I was one of the first ever 24 men to arrive there. The touches of the old, feminine past continued for a while. Fresh cut flowers were brought into the Common Room each morning. Mixed Sex activities were strictly regulated. No men in women’s rooms after 10.00 pm was a rule. Decorum was still expected. My friend, Kevin and I were reprimanded by the Principal – a fierce looking Miss Gage (another spinster) – for singing in the corridor outside her office.

I had been brought up a Catholic male and I found myself in an Anglican female atmosphere but even more noticeable was the brusk transition from the genteel and staid culture of Kessie’s era to the thrusting, white hot technology of Wilson and the Europeanism of Heath and Roy Jenkins, of the lifstyles of the Beatles and Rolling Stones, of liberal moral values and the prominence of youth, of drugs and birth control. It was a swift and decisive transition which brought casualties on both sides. Of course, I went on to teach, like Kessie, in Greater Manchester and I can tell you it was just as much a culture shock for me as it was for her.

Wednesday, 11th March, 2026

This morning, Easyjet have contacted me to say that 3 of our flights have had some adjustments. They inform me through the app on my phone/iPad. In this case 2 of the flights have had timings changed and the third has a changed aircraft which could affect the seats I’ve booked. It’s one of the risks of booking early.

Our international travel has evolved over the years to the point where I feel it is quite slick and relaxed these days. After all, travelling should be a joy not a chore. Currently. I have 8 flights booked between now and December and they are all with Easyjet. We have been using them since 1998 when we were on there first flight from Athens to Luton. Our flight on the 8^th of August 1998 one way from Athens cost £198.83. Quite expensive at the time.

Our first Athens flight in 1981 and many in the following decade were on very cheap and cheerful charter airlines flying in utterly anti-social timeslots so we could reduce the cost.

We were young and keen and prepared to accept hardships in order to get what we wanted. Flying through the night. Arriving in Athens at 4.00 in the morning. Taking the night bus down to Piraeus. Snatching an hour’s sleep on a bench at port side and being woken up being licked by a stray dog before dashing onto the first ferry for a 5 hour trip to the island. Travelling cattle class. It was all part of the fun.

As we became more affluent and thought we deserved more esteem, we moved on to British Airways flights and then Olympic Airlines both of which were much more expensive but also more comfortable. In August 1998, we ditched our booked flight and had to buy an emergency one from Athens to UK. A back street agency offered us a flight with a new airline called Easyjet started by a young Greek called Stelios Haji-Ioannou. We took it and the rest is history. We have been flying Easyjet in Europe ever since. Still B.A. to cross the Atlantic but not short haul.

We fly the best that Easyjet can offer which currently is Easyjet Plus with fast track, extra leg room and instead of taking huge bags for the Plane Hold, we get to carry on 2 bags each and choose properties where we can wash and iron so need to carry minimal clothes. We have the luxury of Executive Lounges to cushion the pressures of cattle class. We transfer by taxi rather than night buses now. We are lucky. Life is better.

THe skies have cleared and the sun has come out. Inspite of my bad back, I’m going out for a walk. It is so warm, I’m going to have to move back into shorts and teeshirts now. As I walk, I will be able to contemplate my new Council Tax bill which has just fallen on the mat. I don’t know how it compares with others but I am now paying £3,612.81 a year. Even so, I am getting excellent services for that.

Thursday, 12th March, 2026

It is time for a new mattress. They say you should change it every 8 years and that the average person spends one-third of their life sleeping. I spend less than that but it still must be one quarter. Ours is 10 years old. I have a bad back so I’m looking at every cause. Sleeping posture could be one. I don’t sleep well anyway. I have to have a ‘firm’ (rock hard) mattress. I also prefer a cool bed not a hot one. I am looking at firm, kingsize pocket sprung mattresses. I’m not bothered about the cost. It will probably last until we are 85 years old if we’re still here so we need a really good one.

I could buy a new mattress for under £500.00 but it is possible to spend 5 x that amount to get something luxurious. It’s not that easy these days. Which is the best construction? The cheapest are the old fashioned Open Spring Mattresses but they have been superseded by  Pocket Spring, Memory Foam and a Hybrid Mattress which combines the two. In the past we chose by manufacturer reputation.

Seeley is a longstanding, quality producer. We have bought those before but they are quite expensive. This is one of their best offerings currently and I have been seriously considering it. Seeley products can be seen in High Street outlets but, as people say, the old method of trying something out in the shop by laying on it for a couple of minutes is not a good way of deciding. Seeley offer a 10 yr warranty and a 40 day return for another type if you’re not happy. Should I go for that?

Well, I was close to going out to do just that although I had seen another, much cheaper mattress which looked interesting by a new, young company called Origin who are winning lots of awards.

The problem appeared to be that they only sell online. You can’t try them out in the shop. Then, a few days ago, Channel 5 ran a show all about modern mattresses. They reviewed more than I knew existed. They settled on the ultimate mattress accoring to their panel and it was Origin Hybrid Pro. What appears to be very persuasive is that they offer a 15 year warranty plus free use of the mattress at home for 200 weeks during which time they will take it back and provide a full refund. I think I’m moving towards a conclusion although my companion may push me through a few more checks first.

And then I was told to look at this. I thought I’d arrived and I hate indecision. There are only so mattresses one can consider, Dear Reader. Help! I’ve got to do something. My back is killing me. I’m hobbling painfully everywhere. I think I’m dying!

Friday, 13th March, 2026

Well, Dear Reader, it has arrived. Not a day to take risks. Going for a Facial or having your Hair done is definitely risky today. You could end up bald or orange!

Even choosing a mattress may be a step too far. Unfortunately, my lower back pain is worse today. Movement is agony at least before I’m warmed up. I have Google-diagnosed the problem and it is almost certainly Sciatica. I had it once before while we were living in Greece and it was agony for weeks.

I’ve got to get on with finding a new mattress and that’s what I’m doing today. It’s quite cool out there this morning – just 9C/48F with a sharp breeze. Doesn’t feel like Spring out there at all today. Not good for bad backs.

Been to town to see some bed shops. Went in Dreams where they used all the latest tech. They got us laying on a test mattress and gradually adjusting it electronically until an appropriate standard was reached. It looked ‘scientific’ but I was more confused when I left than when I arrived.

We went on to Sussex Beds where a knowledgeable young assistant walked us through our preferences, left us to try out our choices and we all but chose on the spot. Back home we have decided to order. With two Mattress Protectors, two Gell Pillows, Delivery and Removal of the old mattress, the price will be almost £2,000.00. Spread over the next 10 years to the age of 85, that is an acceptable outlay.

Saturday, 14th March, 2026

Almost the middle of March already. On this most beautiful of mornings, I could barely walk to the car. My sciatica is agony. Clear blue sky with gorgeously strong sunshine, I drove down the beach to see the Prom. Run. So many fit, young bodies and here was I – a cripple in a car.

The one exercise I’ve found possible and helpful is cycling. Fortunately, I have a lumbar support bike in my Gym. Yesterday I spent 2 hrs on it. After shuffling from the house to the Gym, I was able to walk back reasonably normally having done 2 hrs loosening up on the bike. Unfortunately, after sitting down, everything siezes up and I am back to square 1. I will try again today. Instead of passively watching sport, I will cycle while I watch and hope to see the benefit. I am nothing if not optimistic.

All my life, I have been introspective. It is a curse and a blessing. I know, it really annoys some people which suggests there are swathes of others who would rather not know themselves in any depth at all. That is a concept I can hardly imagine. I don’t know how one functions without considering why you are doing something and setting targets for success & failure.

Introspection derives from Latin introspicere, to look within and refers to the process of observing and examining your own conscious thoughts or emotions. Surely it is a basic distinction between humans and animals that we consider our actions and don’t just act on instinct. It is the mind/body dualism that was the method of primary importance to many philosophers—including Thomas Hobbes, John Locke, George Berkeley, David Hume,  John Stuart Mill.

This process was first analysed in the 1860s by Wilhelm Wundt, a German philosopher considered one of the fathers of modern psychology. He moved the study from the art of Philosophy into the science of Psychology as an analytical tool.

Self reflection is practiced daily through meditation, self-reflection, or by asking guided questions about personal goals, feelings, and values. Mind you, it can be really annoying. It can be very painful, embarrassing and confidence destroying.

This morning, I was listening to an analysis of Keir Starmer and the observation that, at his core, he doesn’t have many long held beliefs unlike many other politicians. He doesn’t seem to have a long thought out agenda based on well established personal principles. What he does have is massive self-belief and determination to win at all costs. I, on the other hand, have massive determination to win at all costs but little self-belief. That’s why he is prime minister and I’m not.

Sunday, 1st March, 2026

Happy March, Dear Reader. The Spring is here. The days are getting longer and the temperature much warmer. Reasons to be optimistic.

Unfortunately, it is raining …. again. Well it is St. David’s Day celebrating Wet Wales. I am going to be in the Gym but first there is Office work to do. Regular readers will know I record our Home Power use on the first of each new month. I have done it in all our homes over the years but the spreadsheet just records a decade of monthly readings here. It has certainly been a cheap Winter for Gas & Electricity this year. Our power usage has been the lowest of the past 10 years which speaks volumes about the warm winter and Global Warning. (What am I saying?)

I’ve just finished the notes of our booked times away this year and it amounts to 77 days at the moment. I have to share them with neighbours who are so supportive and helpful. With 11 weeks (and possibly more to come), we will need their support just as we do for them. We were woken by a Whatsapp call last night from neighbours currently away skiiing in Bulgaria and worried about something at home. Well, 5.00 am wasn’t the best time but we laughed about it and sorted them out to relax and enjoy their holiday.

We will be driving to France this month and again in May. Our first flight of 8 currently booked is to Thessaloniki in the first week of June. I know this will sound very shallow but we have to hope that the current situation in the Middle East is concluded and doesn’t pose a threat to international flights. I’ll never forget flying London to Athens for Easter 1999 with the flight being routed down the Adriatic while the Kosovo war was raging and looking out of the plane window to see rockets flying through the sky and exploding in the distance when they met land. It was a scary time.

This one could be more scary with Trump instigating it. He got elected on a platform of withdrawing from Foreign Interventionism and concentrating on America First. It was popular with his ill educated base.

Having got elected, he has done quite the reverse. With interventions all round the world and doing things he criticised his opponents for. It is not the Balkans although we must remember the Ukrainian invasion continues. Already, there has been an attack on Cyprus by Iranian rockets which will put the skids under European bookings and flights. Airlines could become very nervous as could insurers. Oil prices and air flight costs could soar. Our last major travelling year was blighted by Covid. This time, it could be war.

Monday, 2nd March, 2026

Glorious morning with a glorious week ahead. Spring is here. It is warm and sunny and at last the Labour Party is starting a Spring Offensive. Why have they waited so long? The deluge of merde that Far Right racists have been raining down on social media is finally being replied to by the Party machine and by its supporters. These two amusing ones stood out this morning. Probably the literary allusion in the first will go over Reform voters’ heads but the second is much more their level.

We have to grasp at every harbinger of optimism. The Spring is here. The clocks go forward in less than three weeks. Soon the Summer will be upon us. And Man. Utd. won again yesterday.

Went down to the beach this morning to enjoy the sunshine and the air. It was wonderful. The light, the sounds and the smell really lift the spirits.

We even saw small boats full of passengers but not happy to arrive on the beach. Ours were full of fish fresh for the kitchen. With the world currently on fire, our happy, beachside enclave seems so calm and peaceful. Today we are seeing 17C/63F and it feels delicious. Can’t wait for the fire of Greece and Spain in the next few months.

Tuesday, 3rd March, 2026

Another lovely day of blue sky and sunshine. Brilliant and almost full moon over night meant it was a bit chilly but not seriously so. Anyway, the day looks hopeful even though it didn’t start well.

Regular readers will know that I invested £18,000.00 in Government Bonds 6 months ago and have won a prize every month in the first 5 months. In fact I have won 8 prizes since October. I have been expecting a pause and I wasn’t surprised to see this screen when I logged on this morning although I must admit I was disappointed particularly when I saw an investor from West Yorkshire with a smaller investment from the same start as me had won £100,000.00. That would have made all the difference.

Out walking early this morning and the temperature has already risen to 18C/65F but with strong sun it feels warmer. The world and its dog is out soaking up the Vitamin D which is essential for bone health and the immune function. Walking is a great time for thinking and planning. Today it is financial planning as we move into the month before the new Tax Year. It will be a time for buying ISA wrappers to shelter for tax. It means finding £40,000.00 for 2 ISAs which involves moving money around. Great fun. I love it.

Recent events, however, illustrate why people of my age should not put much money in the share market unless they can afford to lose it. Just takes an event like Iran who have the ability to close oil & LPG traffic sea routes and oil/LPG refineries to throw the world economy into a tailspin with no obvious positive exit. Might seem boring to some but boring is good for me.

Isn’t it interesting that as the calendar switches to Springtime so does the weather. Almost as if the weather knew the date. My mind is turning to the garden and to seeds and plants. I take on the care and planting of the public spaces of our street because I can and it gives me something energetic to do outside. I fund it because I can and because it is a contribution to the others around me. I know I will get their support when I really need it.

This year I’m going to buy pre-germinated seed plugs to pot up and grow on in my cold frames. The whole street will be planted up with 350 and there will be some left for the back garden as well. Looking forward to it.

Wednesday, 4th March, 2026

The wonderful weather continues. Out early in the sunshine. It is time to switch back to shorts and tee shirts until December. Last night we had the delights of the Blood Moon on the South Coast. This is someone else’s shot off Selsey set against the Rampion Windfarm.

It is a time for enjoying the simple delights of the day but the noises off at the moment are just too loud to ignore. Filled up the car yesterday. By the afternoon, petrol had increased by 2p per litre and there were queues at the pumps. The opportunities for instability are legion.

Iran is under attack and doesn’t have the fire power to sustain a long term fight back but it does have strategic plans. Unable to bomb America, it is bombing them by proxy in the military bases in the Gulf States. The world in general and Europe in particular relies heavily on the internation trade in vital commodities. Oil, Liquid Gas and Fertiliser are all essential to daily life. Iran controls the northern side of the Strait of Hormuz, a passage which sees significant global trade pass through daily including 20% of our supplies of oil and gas and significant amounts of essential fertilisers.

As a result, oil prices immediately rise and very soon will raise the cost of manufacturing and transport distribution. That will quickly feed into prices and inflation. And Iran doesn’t need to physically block the Strait of Hormuz. All shipping is hugely valuable and heavily insured. Iran has only had to fire on one tanker in the stait and insurance cost shoot through the roof. The cost of hiring a tanker to move your oil around the world has doubled over night and even then, it could lead to an unacceptable loss of life. The Strait of Hormuz is effectively closed and the price of petrol at the pumps on the South Coast of England goes up.

Part of me is excited by the changing world but most of me thinks stop the world and let me get off. This morning I was sent a photo of a small fishing village on a remote Greek island that I know so well. Two, wonderful Ψαροταβέρνες – fish tavernas – where I’ve lunched in the past seem a very enticing escape right now.

Thursday, 5th March, 2026

And the beat goes on …. How beautiful the moon was last night and how light it was at 4.00 am this morning. The days are lengthening at speed. This morning, warm strong sunshine is beaming across the back garden and through the kitchen windows. Soon we will be drinking coffee outside again.

Planning work in the garden today. The raised beds have to be forked over and refreshed with some new compost topping. I have been using Wickes for this over recent years and I will do again although I don’t need huge, industrial sized bags these days. I’m going to need about 2 dozen bags at just £15.00 for 3. I think I will have them delivered rather than make 2 or 3 trips to collect myself. The whole thing will only cost me about £150.00 so not bad.

In this lovely warmth all the windows and doors are open this morning which is just as well because the kitchen stinks of fresh fish. I’ve had to drive down to the beach to buy fish – cod loin, sides of salmon, prawns – this morning and Chef is currently portioning it up for the freezer. I’m doing what I do – Tech work.

Recently, I used my contract with BT/EE to trade in our old phones and receive new ones completely free of charge. Well, I tie myself into a 2-yr contract but I would have done anyway. On the open market, these phones would each have cost me £1389.00 so £2778.00 in total. They are Samsung smartphones and it just so happened that Samsung had a promotion on at the time. They were offering completely free smart watches with each phone so I claimed two. They arrived yesterday. I have the job of setting them up and linking them to as well as sychronising them with our phones. Good fun in the challenge.

I woke early and listened to a podcast which argued that, almost counter intuitively, the spat between Starmer & Trump was basically good for Starmer because majority opinion in UK is anti Trump and anti any rush to support a Trump war. America has demonstrated that it is not a trustworthy ally despite the drum beat of our Right Wing press. If you read (look at the pictures) of the Daily Fail or the Daily Express, The Sun or The Telegraph, you would think that the whole country were Trump supporters. When you drill down into the reseach, just 16% support us going into his war with Iran. In fact, the leading article in The i-Paper features this interesting article today which explains the majority position.

Friday, 6th March, 2026

Nice, warm start to the day but we know rain is coming. Actually, I can see it is coming on a radar-video app on my computer. I can swoop on any area in the chartable world and see the weather patterns produced by satellite triangulation.

At 9.20 am this morning, it showed rain fleetingly passing over Manchester and coming up from France towards the South Coast.

If you let it run on and focus specifically where I am, you see that by 11.00 am, the rain is just about to hit my village and, as the video continues, the rain band also continues to cover the South Coast until 4.00 pm. You can focus this view right down to a single property on a single street. This app does so only in terms of weather movement.

Now it’s possible to view actual locations in real time by using a number of apps not least the new Real Time Google Maps or you could pay for use of the seriously scary spy software of the type that the Americans used to locate the Iranian Leadership before preceision bombing them.

Back on firm ground, this weekend will be a time for gardening and planning for the coming season. If you want to watch an old man in shorts plant out potatoes and onions – and why wouldn’t you? – then get yourself a piece of real time spy satellite software and I will give you the co-ordinates, Dear Reader.

We are going to be away from from home for at least 77 days this Summer/Autumn so the garden will largely have to look after itself. I can’t choose high maintenance plants this time although I will still have to grow a field of Basil. This morning I’ve been to a couple of large, local Garden Centres to buy Seed Potatoes and Onion Sets.

I also bought a couple of packs of lettuce seeds to sow successionally so we don’t get a glut at one time and risk them running to seed as they did last Autumn.

Saturday, 7th March, 2026

Quite dull and gloomy this morning and it looks like light levels will be poor for a few days to come. I will be spending them preparing the garden for better days to come. I have cold frames to start things off and some are done inside. I was looking at these starter trays with growth lights. I want them but my financial adviser says the company, Temu, can’t be trusted.

I think I have reasonable critical judgement over Fake News and Fake (AI generated) Photographs but I’m told that this Chinese Retailer is utterly unreliable. Except, I want them and, when I want something, I usually go for it. I mean, what can I lose other than a paltry £22.63. I’ll probably order it quietly anyway and just swallow my pride if it goes wrong.

While I’m following the seasonal patterns of preparing the garden for the Summer, preparing the finances for the new tax year and preparing arrangements for travel, my Housekeeper is doing what she does in her other role as Chef to the household. A fortnight ago it was making jam. During the week, it was baking 5 loaves of brown bread and 3 white. She gets her yeast free from Tesco’s Bakery Section. They are lovely people. She asks to buy some yeast. They go away and cut a huge chunk off their store and never charge her. Yesterday, it was portioning fish up for the next couple of weeks. Today, it is making Beetroot Chutney. I love it.

The mixture of chopped onion, beetroot, apple and fresh ginger with sugar and vinegar is cooked outside on the garden hob because the smell is all-pervasive. Let’s hope the neighbours like it.

Sunday, 22nd February, 2026

These days, I tend to go to bed before midnight but wake before 5.00 am. I have never slept particularly long. It has always seemed a waste of time. We only have so much time in our lives and to spend 30% of it comatose in darkness seems excessive although it has always fascinated me that all humans go into a darkened room and suspend consciousness every day. Throughout my working life, I never managed more than about 6 hrs a night which the NHS recommendations suggest isn’t enough although that has been challenged recently.

NHS Recommended Sleep Duration by Age 

• Newborns (0–3 months): 14–17 hours
• Infants (4–12 months): 12–16 hours (including naps)
• Toddlers (1–2 years): 11–14 hours (including naps)
• Preschool (3–5 years): 10–13 hours (including naps)
• School age (6–12 years): 9–12 hours
• Teenagers (13–18 years): 8–10 hours
• Adults (18+): 7–9 hours 

As a child, I was forced to spend a lot longer in bed than I would choose myself. Let loose, I found I was not an owl or a lark but bird of both. I love early mornings and I love late nights. It’s the middle bit that gets me.

We are told that we need sleep for optimal physical health, mental restoration, and cognitive function. Sleep is essential for immune system support, tissue repair, and hormone regulation. Chronic sleep deprivation increases risks for heart disease, diabetes.

You have gone through life in sleep,
Never woken to the nightmare.
I tell you, life would be unendurable
If you were wide awake.

 T. S. Eliot’s The Family Reunion

People do report going to sleep with a problem in their head and waking up with the solution and I have known that. Unfortunately, the unsolved problem can often delay sleep altogether. Older adults often sleep less or have more disrupted sleep due to aging but you only have to visit a Care Home and particularly one for Dementia and you will see residents asleep for long periods in chairs around the Lounge.

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

When You Are Old by William Butler Yeats

We should all be resisting the gradual drift into inaction and revery. Nodding by the fire is my nightmare. I regularly cite my friend, John Ridley, when I talk to people about this. He is constantly active and contributing to the world be it in terms of Education and Culture as well as personal travel. As he takes his next guided tour of Fountains Abbey I am so admiring of his energy and commitment.

Monday, 23rd February, 2026

Anyone who follows/observes the religious calendar will know that Lent has begun. In our childhood home, we were forced to give up sweets and biscuits for the period of 40 days. Looking back it feels absolutely archaic, medieval even. Like eating fish on Fridays which we also did, it was out of an age of ghosts and witches, of superstition and religiosity as rules of life. If these sort of things were espoused outside the wrapper of formal region, they would be considered certifiable.

Catholic Easter is April 5th this year. Orthodox Easter is a week later. The beginning of Lent here was last Wednesday – marked by Ash Wednesday – and you couldn’t get much more of a medieval ceremony that that. Palm leaves said to be paving the way of Jesus are burned in a crucible in the church and the ashes are smeared on celebrants foreheads accompanied by the words:

Repent, and believe in the Gospel.
Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.

Well you would if you had no critical judgement, wouldn’t you. It was/is all part of the social control structure. It happened to me before I had freedom of control and underlined why I should reject such nonsense.

In Greece, today is Kathara Deftera, or Clean Monday – the beginning of Lent among Orthodox Christians. It is the day Greeks fly kites as symbols of the Resurrection and go on picnics outdoors. The holiday is also the unofficial start of spring for Greeks.

Lent is a period of cleansing, of self-flagellation, of repentance evidenced by self-denial. Greeks give up meat, dairy and olive oil as well as alcohol. Squid, Octopus and shellfish can be eaten. Wine and oil are permitted at weekends. (Phew!) Mind you, even though I love octopus salad, I couldn’t live on it for 40 days. You only have to begin to examine these traditions to realise they are utterly mad like believing the earth is flat, the moon is made of cheese or there is a god in the sky. They are all of a pre-enlightenment, pre-scientific, pre-industrialised age.

Once you free yourself of these shackles and live life, self discipline is important and more meaningful. I rarely eat meat other than chicken. I eat oceans of fish and fields of vegetables. I impose weeks of abstinence from alcohol on myself but I do it for a purpose at my own direction not because of some shayman with incense burners and bottles of holy water. I am responsible for and in charge of my own condition. And that is as it should be.

My spiritual celebration this morning was a walk on the beach in lovely mild weather. The rocks, the sand, the sea and the sky join forces to celebrate being alive. It is all I need … for now.

Tuesday, 24th February, 2026

A day that is so warm it is going to make us think of Spring and the fertility to come. A friend of mine in North Yorkshire is already germinating seeds for her harvests to come in the Summer. It is the time of ancient Lupercalia – Roman pastoral festival held annually to promote health, purification, and fertility. Centered on Palatine Hill, rituals involved animal sacrifice by the Luperci priests, who then ran through the city striking women with februa (goat-skin thongs) to bless them with fertility. A bit kinky, I know, but could be fun.

This woman’s as from death’s touch: a surviving
Barrenness: she abides; perfect,
But flung from the wheel of the living,
The past killed in her, the future plucked out.

Ted Hughes – Lupercalia – 1960

Elsewhere in Europe, peasants reportedly participated in sexual rites on freshly ploughed fields to stimulate plant growth. That sounds more like it. Anyway, you get the drift. Things come and go. Are in and out. Fade and are renewed with the seasons.

Nothing stays the same for ever. Life is constant flux. Sometimes it is abrupt and we struggle with the fracture. Sometimes it is so gradual that we hardly notice it. Like boiling a frog. If you throw one into boiling water, it screams and tries to leap out. If you place it in cold water and gradually bring the temperature up, the frog dies before it realises.

Ten yeas ago, we were within a month of moving in to this house and we had come down to check on progress of the build. My Housekeeper had chosen a continuous glass splashback surround for the kitchen and we were keen to monitor it. We had no furniture and were busily researching and ordering everything for every room.

Ten years on, it is a thriving hub of the house. Most things happen here. In fact, I was thinking last night that this house has 12 rooms and I rarely visit half of them.

These ten years have seen so much change. When we moved in, the builders had not installed fibre cabling even though I begged them and BT to do it. We still have the old BT sockets on the wall. We no longer have a landline either but the old sockets are still on the wall. The security – burglar alarm and smoke alarms have all been changed but we still have the old boxes on the wall. I must do something about that before we begin to look like a 20th century museum. You remember when piping snaked openly around walls before being hidden behind plasterboard? These are the equivalent tell-tale signs.

Wednesday, 25th February, 2026

Well, we’ve moved on through Spring to Summer in a day. It is absolutely wonderful with strong, hot sunshine. I was writing about Greek Spring on Monday. It is lovely to see a girl of Greek origin standing for Labour in the Manchester byelection tomorrow. Manchester councillor, Angeliki Stogia is the Labour Party candidate and we wish her well.

It is good to see the Labour family uniting to fight for equality and fairness. They have a strong challenge from the radical Greens and the racist Reform party. It is in all our interests to keep the racists out. Of course, Byelections are popular times for giving the current government a kicking. I’ve read social media suggestions that it would be a good time to attack the elites. You often get this sort of belief from people who have looked no further than populist leaflets.

If you want to kick the Elites, don’t vote Reform. Just get the facts. Do your research. Find out who you are really voting for.

Reform are flooded with privilege and failed Tory MPs. They are Brexiteers who have brought UK plc to its knees and now disown their crimes.

Just had the car valeted. £30.00 to get it looking shiny and new. It is 17 months old and has covered just 6,000 miles. At this rate, I may be forced to keep it for 3 years this time. Going out to do a long walk in the sunshine and pretend it really is summer.

Thursday, 26th February, 2026

The big news this morning – a change to rubbish collection and delivery of new bins from the Local Authority. It doesn’t get much bigger than that. Our existing collection schedule has General Waste and Garden Waste collected every week with Recycle every two weeks. Now, General Waste and Recycle will alternate but a new, Food Waste will go out weekly as well as Garden Waste. Hope you’re keeping up, Dear Reader. I will because I have updated my on-line calendar which Alexa reads to me. This really is the high life.

Actually, we feel very well served with lots of collections by fanatstic people. We already use a separate food waste bin fixed to our general waste bin so it really won’t trouble us at all. I know it’s going on all over the country so it will soon become part of the national culture.

I’ve got a wine delivery today. In the 1950s/60s the ‘Pop Man’ delivered to homes and adults very occasionally indulged in an expensive bottle of Riesling which they were teaching their palates to like. I have loved wine since student days. From early in the 1970s I was drinking wine bought from supermarkets with my evening meal. By the 1980s. I was travelling to France to buy wine and just stopped buying here at all.

When I could drive to France but before the Tunnel opened, I would drive to Hull Docks and take a P&O ferry overnight to Zeebrugge and then drive down to Calais, fill the car with 150 bottles of wine and take the return ferry over night to Hull. I would do that trip twice a year but in the 1990s I started driving to Greece and back so that would be an additional opportunity to stock up on Italian as well as French wine.

Brexit is what ruined the fun. Instead of unlimited purchases, I was restricted to 48 bottles of still wine (for 2 people) plus 18 bottles of sparkling wine. It remains an enjoyable experience but only marginally cheaper than buying in UK if you factor in the travel. I’ve got wine buying trips to France booked for March and May but I’m even buying from a UK Warehouse as well at the moment. So, 36 bottles of wine will arrive today to tide me over until we go abroad. Anyway, I don’t really drink now.

Friday, 27th February, 2026

A fairly miserable start to the day. Grey and damp both meteorologically and politically. The only crumb of comfort is that the Racist Party have been kept out and the Tories lost their Deposit. You do feel, however, that Andy Burnham would have made it. It is easy to pass it off as a mid-term byelection which traditionally are difficult for the incumbent government and cite cases like George Galloway winning in Rochdale to be swiftly replaced by the excellent Labour MP, Paul Waugh, at the General Election but that might be brushing problems under the carpet. May will be the deciding time.

Great line from the Green Party this morning: We threw the kitchen sink at it and elected .. a plumber. The Green candidate was a blonde who works as a plumber in the local area.

While she was celebrating her win with a bottle of vegan champagne today, I was unpacking and racking my wine delivery. It’s great fun unpacking these wines because you never know exactly what you are going to get. I’m just featuring 3 here of the 36 that arrived. From left to right, they are a Chilean Cabernet Sauvignon, a Chilean Sauvignon Blanc and a Chilean Merlot. It’s exciting. I’ve drunk lots of wines from Chile before and they are lovely but I haven’t tried these and my normal choices are more traditional areas like Bordeaux, Tuscany and Veneto although recently, I have also been enjoying Rioja and Tempranillo from Spain.

I am going to Spain and France but I really want a visit to Bordeaux if only for a few days. I’ve still got about 15 days left out of this six months so it is possible and the flights are cheap and frequent. Going to have to stop talking about it and get booking.

Saturday, 28th February, 2026

February is dying. It is on its last legs. It will not leap again this year. Shouting at it to remain, stay with me, is to no effect at all. This morning, at 5.00 am, I was listening to a political podcast discussing the potential end of the monarchy in UK and Charles was referred to as an old, ill man. It shocked me. Charles is 77 just 2 years older than me. Am I an old man?

And then the death of Neil Sedaka was announced at the age of 86. Oh, that’s quite a good age my brain automatically reflected until I thought, that gives me 11 years! It is shocking. Then I asked myself, when would I actually say it was acceptable and reasonable to die. Of course the goal posts change completely with age. As they say, breaking up is hard to do. It’s the leaving that is so cruel.

The problem with time is it’s gradualism. The process is imperceptible although the effects are all too obvious. Rather like a plant growing. We don’t see the process in real time but the results are only too obvious as it buds and flowers. Do you know, it is 6 years since the outbreak of Covid and we ended our David Lloyd membership. It is 5 years since we all had our first Covid vaccination. I’ve still got my card as a memory.

In a month, it will be 17 years since we retired from Education. The memories may still be stark even though the corridors no longer exist. And when the memories disappear in the mists of time, I have my Blog.

Having done a walk through the fields of daffodils in lovely, warm sunshine this morning, I am now going to spend the afternoon in the Gym which is coming up to 6 years old. Unbelievable, Dear Reader. My Housekeepeer is continuing on her House Inspection and Maintenance Programme as we complete a decade here. Currently, there is very little to do. Next will be the waking up of the garden, patio cleaning and seed sowing.

This morning we received our 120th free copy of the village magazine which is really useful for contacting local trades people to help us. As the houses and resident population increase so do the number of workers to service them. It is all too easy if you’ve got the money. Bit shocked to hear this morning that the average monthly rental for a property across the country was £1000.00 and on the South Coast in Brighton you can expect to pay £2,200.00 per month. No wonder people can’t save for a deposit.

Sunday, 15th February, 2026

Well, it’s really going to be Gym work today. It is pouring down outside and has been for most of the night. And it’s dark and depressing but remarkably warm. Central heating is definitely becoming redundant.

We have a Dual Fuel contract with British Gas paid monthly and we are massively in credit. I checked this morning and we are £148.65 in credit on our Gas Account and £597.22 in credit on our Electricity Account so British Gas hold £745.87 in our account and it won’t be reviewed for another 6 months. I can, of course, demand that they refund it but it is quite nice to know that cushion is there if we experience a sudden very cold snap.

Not that it is looking very likely. Only two weeks until the start of Meteorological Spring. We are told that snow will hit the North of England this week. Here, it may be wet but not cold. I will take that. Actually, we have a quiet week according to our on-line calendar. We are driving up to sunny Surrey on Tuesday for a short visit and that is our commitment for the week ahead.

Just to cheer you up, I thought I would show you an article from today’s Sunday Times. You may remember the old fear which was propagated by Horror Movies of the 1950s & 60s that a person was buried in a coffin while still alive and the clawing away of the victim’s attempts to get out could be heard and seen on exhumation. Well, it appears that scientific research is suggesting that the brain goes on living some time after the body is declared officially dead.

Just when you thought it was safe to die quietly ….. Don’t have nightmares, Dear Reader. It will soon be Monday if you live through the night.

Monday, 16th February, 2026

Beautiful morning with clear blue sky and sunshine but not too warm today. I should be feeling good but I slept badly and have woken feeling rather empty and sad. In these circumstances, I turn to music and, as so often, to Bocelli with Il Mare Calmo Della Sera:

Even the setting of this recording is emotive – the open air amphitheatre of Teatro Del Silenzio in Tuscany in the warmth of a Summer’s evening, the darkness and the lights, the Italian language. What more could you want to hang your emotions on?

Well I drove down to our own Mare this morning but it wasn’t very Calmo. In fact the waves were crashing in huge, white plumes of spray on to the pebble beach as it roared back and forth. And then the children punctured the moment as children so often do. It is Half Term down here and the children come to play on the beach with no concept of the feelings of an adult. Lucky them.

I drove back to the calm of my Office and some more Bocelli. This time, A Te. Enough, enough. Must get on with life. Got to have my hair cut this morning and then the Gym.

Back to Amazon again today. I’m looking for a phone mount for the car. I’ve got used to using a Speed Camera app on longer journeys. It’s called RadarBot and it sounds an audible alarm when I get within half a mile of a fixed speed camera, reminds me of the speed limit and becomes increasingly insistent the closer I get to the camera. Its reliability rests on other users confirming the existence of cameras and reporting the location of any new ones. Having the phone mounted in front of me makes that easier.

Been out walking in the Park for an hour and come home glowing with warmth of exertion. Amazing how much better it makes one feel.

Tuesday, 17th February, 2026

Forcing ghosts back below the surface for a few hours, the day has started sharply. A wonderful morning of clear blue sky and strong sunshine. Perfect for a trip. I’m driving up to Surrey. I’m going to a Dementia Unit of a wonderfully luxurious Care Home to visit C. When I do things like this, it raises memories of happier times and inevitably invites comparisons that can be painful.

I received news from the North of England over Breakfast of my brother-in-law, Kevan, who has cancer and is now to be treated in Christie’s in Manchester with weekly chemotherapy for 3 months along with targeted drugs. He was just 83 a week ago. He is strongly supported by his family as his birthday dinner illustrates. Quite typically, he hides at the back on his own day. He is in a massive but essentially lonely fight which is really not the way to spend your 83rd year. Let’s hope he holds back the years.

The day is about other people and their own battles along the time line of life but it is a way to understand oneself through them. I have had a cancer which knocked my life of course albeit temporarily. You don’t know that at the time. You don’t know that as you drive to the hospital every morning, take off your clothes and lie on a table being irradiated for weeks on end. It feels like there is no tomorrow. And even when you have come through it, you feel as if it is constantly hanging over you.

We’ve driven up to Silvermere Care Home in Surrey. The fees are eye watering and £100,000.00 per year but the service is fantastic.

Silvemere was celebrating Chinese New Year today and they were singing songs of the 1960s and 70s. We knew them all so much that we thought they wouldn’t let us out.
The entertainer who sang and batted balloons around, engaging the residents and encouraging them to take part was lovely. He knew C and that he liked singing. He is from Mauritius and had that sunny, gentle, infectious temperament to perfectly fit in to the place.

And what about Dementia? Will I be one of the sufferers. I have to say that from this side of the line, losing my grip on real-time reality terrifies me. So you see, it is all about me, ultimately. Just as it is all about you, Dear Reader, lurking below the mists of time and memory.

Wednesday, 18th February, 2026

Back to Black. The sky outside is dark and wet. Actually, although the days are noticeably lengthening, it felt dark in the Kitchen this morning as well. I observed to myself only the other day when I was looking for something in my store and came across the box of spare light bulbs that I had forgotten was there.

I can’t remember the last time I had to replace a light bulb. In the 1980s, it could be every other month. Now, it could be 5 years. It is so long ago that not only could I not remember what bulb it was but I couldn’t even remember how to take the old one out to check it. I can tell you now it is pull not twist. Wish I’d made a note of that. Well, I have done in time for the next replacement around 2031. I’ll be 80!

Just been out to buy fish and goodness it is cold. Just 6C/43F but seems to pierce the bone. I’m sure I feel the cold more now. I don’t know if it is my age or the cancer treatment I received but I don’t like it. It makes me feel more vulnerable. That discussion this morning reminded us of an early morning drive over the Pennines in a blizzard. We had to be the first at school for opening arrangements which actually turned out to be closing for the next few days.

The car got stuck in a huge snow drift on Stanage Moor and, thinking I was fit and tough in my mid-30s, I got out of the car in my shirt sleeves to save my suit jacket from the snow storm, I proceeded to dig the car tyres clear to the point when I couldn’t feel my face never mind hands and feet. I was on the edge of hypothermia and hadn’t thawed out for hours afterwards.

On a day when the inflation rate has come down to 3% and is predicted to reach the Bank of England target of 2% by April thanks to the Labour government, the price of fish is still rising. This morning I bought 2Kg of Cod Loin at a cost of £84.00. I’m feeling quite good, though, that I have tax free investments paying 4.4% for the next 18 months so earning genuine advantage.

Thursday, 19th February, 2026

Another warm but grey morning. Must wish little Bob happy 74th birthday. It is that time of year when he catches up with me temporarily.

As I observe every time, it is hard to come to terms with someone else gettting older. It makes you reassess yourself.

Today I am going to book a Whole Body Health Check in the Covent Garden facility of Neko Health. It is a new organisation set up jointly by two Swedes – a former member of the Royal Institute of Technology in Stockholm and the founder of Spotify whose £Billions is providing the finance.

They offer a quick and relatively cheap way to undergo an annual health check which involves whole body scan including skin for cancer alerts plus many peripheral tests around bloods and circulation. There is immediate feedback plus a detailed report follow up and the findings are compared over time for changes.

As they say, early detection is half the battle. It allows for early intervention and far better chance of prevention of serious conditions developing. I see it as dovetailing in with my NHS checks and, of course, my Doctor will receive a detailed report of the findings. It is only £300.00 for the first check and £250.00 for each subsequent year’s follow up. I will go to the Covent Garden Centre or the Marylebone Centre so it will take up a day or we may book a hotel over night and do some shopping.

If any Readers are interested, they also have Centres in London Spitalfields, Birmingham and Manchester with one coming in New York soon if you fancy a sight seeing trip as well.

Our high flying next door neighbours are having a break from many Business Trips and going to a pub in Hackney to celebrate a friend’s birthday. Could we feed the cats while they are out?

Friday, 20th February, 2026

Lovely, sunny morning. I didn’t sleep well so it was 7.00 am when I got up and I struggled. My body certainly doesn’t spring into life as easily and quickly these days. Still, the morning greeted me with optimism.

The Economy under Rachel Reeves is showing real signs of positive growth. Sweep away the Far Right attempts to attack her, the headlines this morning show real green shoots of recovery after the Tory debacle.

And then, of course, we had the most wonderfully iconic symbol of the demise of the monarchy which I’ve been waiting for all my life. As a republican I have longed for this moment. We are going to see President Starmer alongside Prime Minister Burnham before I die.

Walking through the village this morning, this tree just drew me to it. I hadn’t got a clue what it was although, perhaps I should have. It is Mimosa or Acacia dealbata. Native to Australia, it isn’t fully hardy in the UK other than in southern and coastal regions where winters are milder.

Saturday, 21st February, 2026

A grey, warm morning. A morning for thinking, talking, reminiscing, dreaming of what might have been. The mists of the past are swirling through my memory.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
and don’t have any kids yourself.

Philip Larkin – This Be the Verse from High Windows

It was 17 years ago this coming week that I received a letter containing a cheque. I recorded that I didn’t remember ever crying at receiving a cheque before. It was from my Mother’s Last Will & Testament and was entitled: The Estate of Catherine Lily Bennett – DECEASED. That word struck home instantly and events were still raw in my mind.

Everything is constantly in flux and changes were coming thick and fast. A month later, we had retired and were preparing to set off for our Greek home. We were leaving our responsibilities behind and, although it freed us it also troubled us.

A year later, in 2010 I recorded that we were within six weeks of leaving Pauline’s Mum for six months. It was always assumed that, when she became unable to look after herself, she would move from the Anchor Housing ‘Residential’ home to the  Anchor Housing ‘Care’ home just further up the hill in Waterhead.

When we visited to look the place over, one of the first people we came across was Ellen Brierley who I knew well from Education circles in the town. She had been Oldham’s first ever Mayor and Education Chair Woman. She had been on the Governing Board of my school and always fought for teachers. At the age of 96, she had developed dementia and moved into the care home. She died shortly after that. The mists of time enveloped her for the last time but see, I raise her up temporarily here. We all continue to exist in other’s memories.

Sunday, 8th February, 2026

My records show that this week in 2009 – 17 years ago when I was just 57 years old and living in Yorkshire while working in Lancashire – we were suffering with incredibly heavy snow which shut the school for a week and even the M62 for a while. During this week I was diagnosed with a heart murmur (Atrial Fibrillation) which I had never heard of and, unbeknown to us, we were just 2 months away from Retirement.

Even so, we were preparing to spend Easter in our Greek island home and I was about to buy a revolutionary new digital Book Reader for my wife. It was her first of many Kindles and they are central to her reading all these years on. So many things have changed but that is one that hasn’t.

It was a time of turmoil in our lives. We had just gone through what turned out to be our last Ofsted. We had contracted a firm to replace every single window and external door in our 3-storey house over the coming month. Suddenly, my lovely Mother-in-Law was taken into hospital again after a fall.

All that going on in a few weeks of one’s life is a test and one that we came through strongly but I clearly recall the inner strength it demanded. Last week I was writing of the Past, Present, Future approach to the understanding of Life. I found this record of my times in 1968. I was still at school and playing Rugby in the Staffordshire Championships. This newspaper report above was in my Mother’s records. It was a time when I was aware I was suffering from a flutter in my heart beat but thought it was just over exertion. It could have killed me any time over the ensuing 40 years.

To think that, over the past 17 years, of the people who have died, of the houses I have sold and bought and of the total transformation in my life moving from North to South.You know, there are still people working in the latest iteration of my school who were there when we left. Yesterday, I was wishing a lad happy birthday who I appointed as an IT technician 20 years ago. Now, he is Leader of the Digital Curriculum Team with a group of teachers under him. He’s still only 44. If I can manage 17 more years, I will be 91. That’s not too much to ask. Is it?

Monday, 9th February, 2026

Lovely warm and sunny morning. Makes a change. Haven’t got to swim for our lives today, anyway. I’m expecting a phone consultation from the Urological Cancer Department who will outline the ongoing monitoring of my post-prostate cancer situation. I’m hoping that the NHS will take it up for a few more years. Otherwise, I will be turning to the Private Sector for biennial scans which I will feel uncomfortable about not least because the same NHS Consultant will charge me money. I am preparing my arguments in advance. There is no question we have to advocate for ourselves because no one else will.

I’ve been on statins for 20 years. I have suffered absolutely no side effects or none that I haven’t been able to attribute to other reasons. I get quite bad cramp occasionally. It is a statin symptom but it could easily be because of my Gym work. I feel the cold a bit more theses days – another symptom – but it could easily be because of my age or as a result of radiotherapy. I like to think they have kept me alive and that I didn’t fall in to the Right Wing trope of the anti-vaxxers and anti-medication nerds.

You know that 10 years ago this week, we had arrived back from two months in Tenerife and our new house was 4 weeks away to completion. We were charging round arranging for beds and sofas to be delivered. We were driving up to Housing Units in Failsworth to check out the dining furniture and Hilary was coming round to fit the new blinds. I was anticipating receiving my first State Pension in a couple of weeks. We were about to join David Lloyd Health Club.

Ten years on and under the constant daylight glare of the conservatory windows, the leather has faded, the table-top has been sanded and restained but I think it all still looks fine. Aging is a problem for us all. We just have to do it gracefully.

I’ve just found somewhere in Brighton that stocks these chairs so we’ll nip out to have a look tomorrow. We need 8 so that will be one consideration. I don’t think we can mix and match.

Just been out for a walk in the gorgeous, Spring weather. It raises the spirits and goodness knows I need it. What is happening to the Labour Government and how could it have got to this stage? All around me the world is wonderful although we are coming up to ¾ of a century in it. Ok, it is a bit faded but what do you expect after 75 years? If you want, I’ll buy you a new one. Only 25 years before we reach our century, Dear Reader. Come on! We can do it!!

Tuesday, 10th February, 2026

The old weather is back and it is raining AGAIN. Farming Today was featuring farmers complaining again but this time with some justification. They were reporting that every year for the past 5 years they had complained that it was an unusual year for weather underlining the fact that Climate Change was a new reality. Aberdeen in Scotland is generally believed to be one of the drier parts of the country but they have seen rain at some point every day for the past 28 and had received 180% of its monthly rainfall in the first week of February.

I think there are 160 flood warnings out this week with lots in Wales, of course, but all the usual suspects in UK – York with the Ouse, Chester with the Dee, Repton with the Trent but also across Europe. Cordoba in Spain is experiencing severe flooding causing huge damage to its olive groves and all the economic pain that will bring.

At least it is still warm for February and I am chauffeuring my House Keeper to her Hairdresser this morning. She is nervous because her regular hairdresser is away on holiday and she is being looked after by one of his many sub-hairdressers but that is quite beyond me. I have offered to do it myself for free but that was rejected as too exciting.

Now I’m driving down the coast road to Hove to a furniture shop to look at some Dining Chairs. Housing Units , it isn’t but you can’t have everything. At least we have the sea and the rain.

It was wet all the way. There’s something quite depressing particularly about seaside towns in wet weather. They are abandoned, deserted and down. Still, the Spring isn’t far away and a three quarters of a century anniversary.

Wednesday, 11th February, 2026

Sunny and warm. Out early to buy fish – 2 x sides of Salmon plus a kilo of Skate Cheeks. That’s a hell of a lot of Skate with carved up faces. I’ve never eaten them before so it will be an interesting first.

When I was diagnosed with Prostate Cancer three years ago, my PSA was 7.0 which indicated a tumour. After a year of treatment, it had plummeted to 0.2 and it has remained there for the past two years.

I took a phone call last night from the lovely, young doctor who was reviewing my oncology blood tests. The results are really reassuring and she was refreshingly chatty. I am not really aware of my accent. In fact kids in school always said I talked ‘posh’. It turns out the Doctor who saw me in West Sussex had originally come from Wigan and she had immediately detected a Northern edge on my voice. We discussed the benefits of moving South. Certainly my NHS treatment has been fantastic. I will now be monitored twice a year for the rest of my life.

I am digitally literate. I use the web and apps all the time. I am happy to use chatbots online instead of live humans but sometimes …. I’m not. I have contracts with EE/BT and have had for a long time. They have been voted Best Digital Provider every year for a decade and they are not shy in advertising it. It always makes me laugh because the service they provide me – Broadband and Mobile – is absolutely excellent but their website and app is appalling.

Today, I was forced to speak to a human being in order to get what I wanted. It worked. I have ordered 2 Samsung S25 Ultra smartphones. Each one would cost £1,349.00 to buy. So I have phones to the value of £2,698.00 for free. I have traded my old ones – S24 Ultras – in for a price of £840.00 and my monthly contract has been reduced by £50.00. I managed to negotiate this with a real operator whereas I couldn’t through the web/app. Just to sweeten to the 2 year contract we will also each receive a ‘free’ Samsung Smartwatch which would cost 2 x £200.00 to buy on the open market.

Thursday, 12th February, 2026

Another warm, dry morning but without the sun. I greet every morning with a large glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and a large cup of Yorkshire Tea followed by a large Cappuccino whatever the weather. You will notice that the consistencies there are large and liquid and that is my Breakfast done. The rules of the house dictate that I then unstack the dishwasher ready for the day. This job is rather more painful this morning after my accident last night.

I stupidly broke a glass when I hit the tap with it and it smashed into shards of razor-sharp glass cutting all around the top of my thumb. Because I take blood thinners, it refused to stop bleeding and my Nurse had to take over.

Nurse is prepared for all eventualities and had a liquid bandage spray called New Skin. It is fantastic and seals all the area staunching the flow of blood within minutes. Looks like my very young thumb is varnished and very old but don’t be deceived, Dear Reader. Varnish can be removed. Amazing how many jobs need a thumb, though, when it’s damaged.

My Memory Box reminded me this morning that it was 13 years ago that I was building a website to advertise our Greek house for sale. I launched it in the April before we returned to Greece. When you do things like this without professional help, you immediately feel the weight of legal responsibility. I remember having to do the room measurements 5 times just to make sure there was no come-back after sale.

Found this collection of old Sifnos photos below and found it really moving. To think I knew some of these people and the hardship they had endured, the utterly basic conditions that they went through to get to the present. Maybe we just accept what’s before us at the time. Some of the ferries have long been retired but were a part of my past.

The man who posted this used to cook for us down in Faros (Lighthouse) harbour and the food was wonderful. Oh, I remember it well. Might be approaching three quarters of a century but I haven’t lost it yet.

Friday, 13th February, 2026

Friday the 13th. I’m determined it won’t be unlucky for me, Dear Reader. Over the past two days, delivery men have brought two, new phones plus 2 x covers and screen protectors.

This morning, I have started on the process of copying from the old to the new. It never goes as smoothly as one would like and many accounts have to be reset afterwards. Still, 4 hours later most work is done and we are ready to go forward.

Went out for a walk on the promenade in watery sunshine. I’m ashamed to say that I didn’t complete my exercise routine today. Having achieved all my technical goals, I opened a bottle of red wine and relaxed.

Saturday, 14th February, 2026

Having survived Friday 13th, we wish all our readers a Happy Valentine’s Day. It’s going to be special. England are playing Scotland in the Calcutta Cup at Twickenham this afternoon. It doesn’t get much more romantic than that.

It is a beautiful and sunny day. Quite warm in the sun. My main romantic gesture of the day is to tidy out the garden sheds. You have to hand it to me. I know how to get a girl interested.

You know how we take things for granted – and I’m not still on romance here – and when something suddenly changes, we are really thrown. Our use of technology has been disrupted by the introduction of new phones. Right from the start at 6.30 am, I was hit when I started to shave. My shaver is controlled by an app called Philips Groom Tribe on my phone. It monitors the time and my shaving action each morning and reports back. It controls the cleaning pod process and tells me when I need a refill. I know, it’s over the top. It took me ages just to reconnect the shaver with my phone by bluetooth this morning.

Everything across phone, iPad and PC has to interface and synchronise otherwise things become nightmarish. When I delete an email from my phone, I need to see it delete from the others at the same time. Those relationships all have to be re-established. Quite appropriate for Valentine’s. Had to set up all over again my Biometric Security (face & finger print) which controls not only the phone itself but banking and investment apps and many more.

I have traded my old phones in for an excellent price of £840 but now I have to wipe them completely clean of all traces of me and return them to Factory Settings, put them in prepaid packs and take them to the Post Office. In the end, I begin to wonder if it was all worth it. I have also been offered two Samsung Smartwatches free of charge but I have to prove that I’ve bought their phones first and uploaded the invoices to the website. I may even give them away in the end because we’ve both got our own anyway but I’ve ordered them already.

I won’t now get called up to play so I’m going in the Gym to watch the Rugby. If you hear me roaring, you’ll know we’ve scored. And I’m still not talking about Valentine’s.