February is very crowded month as events go. First, there’s my mother’s birthday (6th), then, of course, we get Valentine’s Day (remembering to omit slaughtering people with our ever-present “Chicago Pianos“) and now, as if that weren’t enough, I just…

Don’t get me wrong, I do not resent spending money on flowers for my Valentine. In fact, for many of the years I was working, I bought her flowers every Saturday when we went on our usual dawn-patrol-to-Waitrose shopping trip.…

Snowdrops on Pedals? … and whiskers on kittens, Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens, Brown paper packages tied up with string… Arghhh! I completely and utterly detest that song. It rates as one of the most irritating ever written,…

Another blindingly beautiful day called for a walk into town to see if the local library had reopened its doors to people thirsting for knowledge on such thrilling subjects as CSS and PHP. Joy, it was, indeed, open again so…

Following a wonderfully bright day on Wednesday for my mother’s 90th birthday lunch at the Loch Fyne restaurant in Woburn, it was yet another brilliantly sunny day for her birthday trip on a VIP tour of Woburn Safari Park. The…

Just after Carol gave up work at the end of February, 2006, we both trotted in to our local library in Leighton Buzzard and joined. Actually, since joining we have been lent a steady stream of books by assorted relatives…

Rumour has it that my mother was born February 6th, 1918. If that’s true, then today was her 90th birthday. After some agonizing over what to get her by way of a present, we had decided to arrange for her…

On Friday I was to realize an ambition. I was to correct a serious omission in my collection of experiences and visit the Royal Albert Hall for the first time. We were off to see the Cirque du Soleil’s Varekai…