Many years ago, we had to move my Grandad and Grandma Minchin out of their house in Thorney Abbey Rd Blidworth to their final residence in a nursing home. Grandma had become frail and Grandad too ill to climb the stairs to bed. Neither of them really wanted to leave their home.
I started this short blog with the intention of merging three diverging themes.
This is the third theme. Continue reading
Getting to the point is taking longer than I thought.
I didn’t want to turn this into a chronological holiday list so I will now summarise the next twenty years or so. Continue reading
Where was I? Oh yes, my girlfriend and I (very royal) were about to embark on our first adventure together. “Starways” fulfilled many tickboxes. Continue reading
I find myself tonight struggling with the meaning of life, the universe and everything.
Well, perhaps not everything. I’ve just read something that started some sort of sub-conscious echo – no, that’s not it – a resonance. A similar feeling of futility maybe, but on a different level, in a different thread of life. Continue reading
Once I had past my test I was eager to get my own wheels, and I quickly found a green Hillman Imp at Three Ways Garage which I loved, as of course I had happy memories of my the one my dad owned. Continue reading
It occurred to me that I’m about to post another chronological account of an aspect of my life, and this style of post might become a little tiresome.
But sometimes you have to go with what fits the bill. Try doing your CV in any other style but Chronological and see how that works for you. But as I pondered this it left me wondering “Why am I posting this subject? Is anyone really interested? ” Continue reading
I’ve had a passion for writing for as long as I can remember, but for some reason I have never pursued it seriously. Continue reading
I was introduced to country music many years ago by a good friend, and my daughter also caught the bug and loved the music as much as we did.
One of our all time favourites was the country legend Garth Brooks, and we have spent many a hour singing along in the car or dancing around to his music, which either leaves you hopelessly sad or ridiculously happy. Continue reading
45 miles to empty tank... 