After the first few months of retirement I was aware that I was not using many muscles and was starting to fade away. So I purchased these weights for me to swing around to help slow the decline - but I would hesitate to call it a workout.
After the first few months of retirement I was aware that I was not using many muscles and was starting to fade away. So I purchased these weights for me to swing around to help slow the decline - but I would hesitate to call it a workout.
Embracing my daughter in 1989 after she decided we would both look better with a bit of make-up. Fortunately she has since embraced a career in publishing rather than as a make-up artist.
This box of photographs from the 1980s I found recently has been very useful 😁
That was an excellent beverage - but is now an ex-beverage:
In the early 1980s we lived on the seafront (apparently beachfront for American readers) at Colwyn Bay and enjoyed many splendid sunrises.
My old belt is over 50 years old. Originally purchased in Suters in Slough in 1968/69. A couple of years ago Martine cut off a broken section, glued the buckle end back together and started wearing it but it has been neglected lately.
After she finishes work Martine comes around for the weekend. So I have a tidy up and take the rubbish and recycling out to the bins. Then bake some bread and cook some dinner. Anything else would be a lie as I loathe the noisy busyness of weekends and never venture out.
The road to recovery. Are we nearly there yet?
A photo of a photo of me at Aber Falls waterfall sometime in the 1980s.
It is surprising how much disruption can be caused by a cupboard door falling off.
Edge(s):
The crumpled fabric of my dreams.
The aroma from the Basil plant can be quite intense at times.
Oof! The sound of dough being tipped from the mixer and left to rest a while.
The 500 day streak on Knotwords today was a Red letter day for me. Alas a false start sent me in the wrong direction which doubled my time.
As most of my emails seem to say these days… One day only! Two for the price of one: On the way to take a picture of the Lincoln commemoration this morning I passed the Emmeline Pankhurst one.
In Manchester in England is a statue of Abraham Lincoln from the same casting as the one in Cincinnati, Ohio. It was given to Manchester in 1919 to commemorate the hardship endured by workers in the 1860s who refused to handle cotton from southern states of America; for which Lincoln thanked them.
The morning sun leaves the leaves glowing:
Don’t panic - it is all under control:
In retrospect the new roof was a good idea.
The Tour of Britain cycle race started up here last Sunday and finishes down there today but I find it is easier done from the sofa.
The language of the French flour packs can be reduced to the T65 and T80 etc.
Late summer in the city. Walking home - which is way over yonder on the other side of the Mersey.
My son sent me his panorama of St Michael’s Mount at low tide, when you can walk across, after his recent visit to my sister - everyone’s favourite aunt during the summer.
I think the reason I took the panorama from Stow was to try to make something like:
Which is a lot easier to do today than it was 20+ year ago.
Well. Some 20 years ago we lived in Stow-On-The-Wold. This is a panorama (Yes - I know that’s tomorrow.) looking east from Stow towards Oxfordshire. If you turn right and walk to the end of the path you will find the old Well. Older residents could recall when it was still the main water supply.