Though probably with limited success!

I never did find the post I’d written about my Cambridge jaunt and sinceCelia and Lizzie wrote so well about our day out I think I’ll just take the lazy option and use links!*

I’m still zipping around, meeting old and new friends, popping into pubs and cafes (it rained rather a lot and one needed shelter) not doing much in the way of work…

I went to Spain! Stayed with old friends who decided they’d rather spend their retirement in a warmer clime. Still a tad chilly while I was there, but not raining. Here are some Spanish views…

from the roof of the house..towards Maroma Mountain

the lake/reservoir…

Nerja, a coastal town…

Sense of humour in Torre de Mar!

also in Torre de Mar…

Back in London, where the rain was still being a nuisance, I managed to dodge showers, by now becoming pretty good at jumping onto buses and staying reasonably dry. Sometimes.

from one bus, view of another..

London Eye-a Bus Eye view.

Before leaving Australia, I Googled an old friend, with little expectation of a reply to my message. So much for expectations…not only did he respond with an invitation to dinner, he also invited another oldie who is now a near-neighbour! We had a lovely time, laughing at stupid old jokes, recalling former (some deceased) colleagues, marvelling that we’re all still relatively compos  mentis and physically fit. And still eminently capable of keeping the vintners solvent!

names witheld to protect the innocent?

*Perhaps, once I’m home, I’ll re-cap.


ON THE LIGHTER SIDE (because politics is anything but!)

After yesterday’s ballsup ballot in Canberra, I was stomping around, wondering how people could be so self-centred and uncaring of our chunk o’ rock when I received an email from a friend somewhere on the far side of the rock with this link And here’s the URL, in case the link is dodgy.

It made me feel better 🙂

I found something else yesterday that cheered me. On Youtube, yes, my detested  bête noir! Can’t quite remember what I was doing there, but my eye was caught by the word “trout.” So I let my mouse have free rein and it found this for me:

I was among the fortunates at that concert. There was rather a lot of giggling.

Perhaps I have been a little too harsh on Youtube. I wonder what old Franz would think?

In comments yesterday, Hilke said she had trouble seeing my hat. Hmmm…I did a little fiddling with that photo and just did a cut and paste of it so here we go with a “proper” photograph…

I keep my broomstick nearby! 😉


Talk about low-tech shoots! The pink hat is perched atop a stack of CDs!

Want a hat like this? Get a crôchet  hook (medium), a ball of paper string (or kitchen twine) and go for it. Don’t know how to crôchet? I should think a quick Google will remedy that.


I am not superstitious. Wandering through cemeteries never bothered me. I have two black cats. I most emphatically do not believe in ghosts. The only ladders I fear are wobbly ones…but…I’ve had this strange prickling sensation over the past few days. As if someone is standing behind me. Right behind me. Perhaps if I post a more flattering picture of my mother …

Now will you go away, Mod?

Over at the Mancunian Mansion of my blog buddy, Kaz…some people have been reminiscing about former homes. God knows why, in most cases, since some of us lived in some pretty grotty student digs. But, on a whim, I did a little Googling myself. Not letting away too much information, but this should take you to my old stomping ground .Generally called (with much affection) Belsize Village. The horse chestnuts, in summer, were a canopy across Belsize Avenue…

One night, at the cinema up on Pond Street, I saw a charming short French film, which, for a host of sentimental reasons, stays in my mind. Here’s the music…

Did I just post another Youtube ?  Can’t have this becoming a habit! Time for a cold shower, I’d say.