There’s moorings and docks
and bridges and locks
when messing about on the river
(A 1962 song by Josh McRae)
Category Archives: U.K.
Where’s Reggie Perrin when you need him?
Reggie, we need your GROT
GROT has a new purpose, which is what you intended I believe.
Get Rid Of Trump
How come you saw this so many years ago?
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A Wee Don and Boris (An old Scottish farewell)
My Wildlife Park update
I have been trying for sometime to get a clear picture of this rare but frequent visitor. He’s been around for a number of years. He’s the only white squirrel I have ever seen. About 12 feet above him is a bird feeder, so he’s eating up what the birds drop.
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Naked as the day that I was born
Beware: Ambassadors at Work
The last time I saw my oldest sister
the last time I saw my oldest sister was in 2000. She came to visit me from the U.K. She brought me a gift, which some people thought was rather odd but, something that has not only been very useful to me and has allowed me to remain connected to my roots in the city of Bristol where I was born. That gift was a book of street maps of Bristol.
Bristol Street maps
It’s quite old and probably out of date however, I like to see and read posts each day about the Bristol street art scene (you can see them at Natural Adventures on WordPress). I have forgotten where a lot of the places that are posted are. So I use my old street maps guide. My sister passed away last year. What some considered an odd gift turned out to be a very thoughtful one. So much so, that I felt compelled to return the thoughtful favour by sharing it here today.
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Running errands – An empty bread-box
Fond memories
An e-mail to my sister
As you probably saw on Facebook, my veteran’s badge arrived today. So this is a thank you email for your effort to apply for and send this to me.
Now of course I have to ask; does this mean that people will start helping me across the road, or perhaps a free ice-cream on a hot summer’s day or perhaps a seat on the bus? Or better yet, DICOUNTS! Ah what fun it is to be a veteran. Makes me feel at least 10 years older.
There must be hundreds of thousands of veterans wandering the streets of Britain. I wonder if it would have been cheaper to give everyone who is not a veteran a badge.
So after all my cynicism, still a big thank you. I shall wear it proudly and tell everyone who asks me what the badge you are wearing is for; I shall tell them stories of El Alamein and bombing raids in the Ruhr Valley in Germany. Not that I was ever there of course, but it should be worth a pint or two – one way or another.
Fa - the Green Dragon 
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