Author Archives: freda

Many years ago I was visiting an old (very old) lady in a nursing home. Her son, who was in his seventies, had just died. I wondered how I could ever find words of comfort. Instead, she gave me a … Continue reading →

I was moved to phone BT Customer Services to complain about my difficulties with their Indian Call Centre yesterday. The sweat and frustration made me quite determined on it. Philip was a model of understandable speech and soothing apologies. It … Continue reading →

Now should I rant on about the broadband connection problems I have been experiencing today? This ultimately included speaking to Veechee and Halidah……both of whom sounded as if they were speaking through a glass tank and neither of whom I … Continue reading →

Getting my hair cut is the excitement for the day. What pearls of wisdom will I hear today? Nothing beats the Hitch your bum up….. during the hair-washing exercise on one occasion. Though it has to be said that all … Continue reading →

Found in my journal of six years ago…… I write to understand and to be understood…. Cannot remember where I heard it, can only wish whimsically that it was original. Anyway, it is true of blogging as much as other … Continue reading →

New Autumn look – he now has his own tree.

A great year for berries…..

No day is wasted if it includes laughter…….

Him Behind the Wheel took Misty to have her stitches out today and to get her anti-rabies injection. She was sick and he collapsed with a sore head. Me? Well, I am glad I stayed at home.

Day by day this past week I have watched the development of the foundations for the extension. A huge trench is dug, then accurate measuring strings are put in place with complicated-looking wooden supports, then concrete and gravel are poured … Continue reading →