Author Archives: John Sanders

A wet start to the day and very blustery. Trying to remain optimistic and work on the basis that we will fly to Florida in 3 weeks time. Working through a checklist of tasks to be completed before we leave. … Continue reading →

It is the most lovely day of warm sunshine and blue skies. The air is calm. No strong winds here. Our walk was delightful. Having got back, I’ve sampled a bottle of beer I bought when we were last in … Continue reading →

A dull, relatively mild day. Some say it’s Sunday but I wouldn’t know. Apart from exercise, we are expecting two, new chairs for the conservatory windows to be delivered by the ubiquitous DPD. An hour and a half walking and … Continue reading →

Sunday, 16th January, 2022 When I tried to be proactive and phoned the Hospital to find out when I will be seen under the 2-week referral rule for colorectal cancer, I was told that the 2-week rule was being stretched … Continue reading →

Sunday, 9th January, 2022 Let us go then, you and I,When the evening is spread out against the skyLike a patient etherized upon a table; The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock – T.S.Eliot – 1910 The parkland about 20 … Continue reading →

I must apologise for not wishing readers a Happy New Year. Even the white rabbit is late. I was too preoccupied to even think straight. Hope it’s better late than never. We went out to visit our former neighbours who … Continue reading →

Heavy rain again over night and this morning looks distinctly gloomy. Did a couple of hours walk early on in a window of relative dry although all around were the signs of the morning after the night before. Even so, … Continue reading →

Sunday, 19th December, 2021 Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world .. W.B. Yeats: The Second Coming With Covid raging, Johnson incredibly weak and in hoc to his extremists, he is in little position … Continue reading →

Sunday, 12th December, 2021 Birth, and copulation, and death. That’s all the facts when you come to brass tacks: Birth, and copulation, and death. A dark, dampish start to the morning but incredibly mild. Having returned from France, Christmas planning … Continue reading →

Quite tired when we got home after 2½ hours of M1 +M25 driving. I was driving so that Pauline and her friend could share a bottle of Prosecco with their meal. I drove Christine back to her home after a … Continue reading →