Sunday, 21 September 2025
Siblings
Saturday, 20 September 2025
Why Graffiti?
Friday, 19 September 2025
Salt-n-Pepper
Thursday, 18 September 2025
Those wretched bottle tops
Wednesday, 17 September 2025
Well done!
The small park (Rest Garden) where I go twice a day with Billy (and he goes twice a day with Lady M) has a dedicated group of volunteer gardeners who meet every Wednesday morning.
They weed, trim, plant, and sow. In fact they do everything other than mow the grass; which is undertaken by the council who have a big mower!
I came across a fellow dog-walker, a while ago, who was building (or re-constructing) a raised bed in one un-visited corner of the garden. I asked him what they planned to plant in it, and he asked me, in return, what I would plant in it.
Of course I replied VEGETABLES, and I thought no more about it.
So you can imagine my delight when, on returning to Brighton recently, I found that the raised bed (above), and another small area (below), have been planted with Pumpkins. You can just see one in the middle of the picture above.
They have beautiful foliage, plus the advantage of bearing wonderful fruits. I'm just wondering how they will decide who gets them!
The garden also has an Olive tree (I missed the fruiting period), and a Fig tree, but I think they could go further. There is a Chestnut tree but the fruits are tiny. I think they should have a decent grafted Chestnut, a Victoria Plum, and maybe a few good Apple trees.
I would be happy to buy them if permission was given to plant them.
Why not?
Tuesday, 16 September 2025
Left to Rot.
Monday, 15 September 2025
READ THE LABEL!
Sunday, 14 September 2025
My Blackberry Jam.
Saturday, 13 September 2025
Mandy.
There are few politicians with as controversial a history as Mandy (Lord Mandelson); most recently being sacked as the UK's Ambassador to the USA. My own late Father-in-Law, who was at our Embassy in Washington in the mid-50's, would have been horrified at his inappropriate appointment.
Mandy's political career would best be described as 'pushy'. He actively sought-out the rich and influential, and used them to his advantage. This has eventually caused his downfall.
His long and close friendship with convicted paedophile Jeffrey Epstein was doomed from the beginning. Most people (other than his pal Sir Keir Starmer) knew that he had overstepped the mark; and he had to go. On Wednesday at PMQ's, Starmer was still saying what a wonderful chap he was, and had his 'total confidence'. Starmer sacked him a few hours later.
Mandy will no doubt now spend much of his time in The Lords, where members receive a daily attendance allowance of £323; over £1,500 a week. I'm sure he'll also be offered a few 'directorships', and other paid appointments. That's how things develop for such people. He won't go short of a few quid.
Mandy, better known as The Prince of Darkness', will probably be popular as an 'After Dinner Speaker', and will no doubt soon appear on the boards of several quangos and charities. I wish him luck.
Can Starmer possibly still have the 'total confidence' in Mandy that he so earnestly claimed on Wednesday? Coming so soon after the shameful Rayner affair, one really has to wonder about Starmer's judgement of character!
Friday, 12 September 2025
It's all in the slogan!
Scotland used to attract visitors from the world over with their catchy slogan 'SCOTLAND, THE BEST LITTLE COUNTRY IN THE WORLD'.
However, some bright McSpark decided to find a new snappier slogan, more suited to the 21st C.
The appropriate Scottish government department allotted £125,000 (some say more) to find something really punchy; and the search was on!
New slogans came from all quarters, but one stood out from all the others; and here is the winner!
'WELCOME TO SCOTLAND' Which came from Scotland's renowned 'Leith Agency'. It now greets arrivals in airports, etc, throughout Scotland.
Good isn't it. Give that man a McKnighthood.
Thursday, 11 September 2025
Damn and Blast!
Wednesday, 10 September 2025
Veggie Monday, Tuesday, Wednes......
We are eating much less meat than we used to. This is not for any ethical reason, or even financial reasons, it just happens to suit our way of life. It's no longer just Veggie Wednesdays.
The latest recipe that has come my way involves two of my favourite vegetables, cooked in a favourite way, in a favourite pan.
I love Pak Choi, and I love Mushrooms (I used Chestnut Mushrooms). A few minutes in a Wok with some chopped Spring Onions and some Garlic, combined with some Hoi Sin sauce, and you have a really nice simple meal. This was the first time I'd cooked it, and it was really good. Not something you'd give to guests maybe, but as a mid-week easy meal it was perfect. Lady M thought it might have been better with some Rice. Maybe she was right.
We did have a slice of Chocolate cake afterwards.
Tuesday, 9 September 2025
Back to Brighton life!
You would be forgiven for thinking that all car-drivers in Brighton are permanently DRUNK.
In fact their wavering around in the road is due to the POTHOLES everywhere. One needs to 'meander' in order to avoid what happened to ME two years ago, when I broke a spring by driving into a particularly deep one. It cost me £250 to repair.
I have just returned from a major 're-stocking' shopping trip, and I was pleased to see that the big Sainsbury's I go to have changed their shopping-trollies. We no longer have to put a £1 coin (or a token) into a slot; they are now slot-less. Whoopie!
Church News. It seems that during the 3 months I've been away, no new Vicar has been found for our nearby church. Maybe there is a shortage of Vicars (no surprise there), or maybe no-one wants to move down to Brighton; it could be a daunting change of life-style. It's the same in France; our lovely old village church can find no priest, they have even had to bring-in Polish ones for the very occasional service.
No sight as yet of the fragrant 'Tax Avoider' Ms Rayner. I expect she's laying low and trying to let her disgrace die-down a bit. But, no doubt she'll be back; snapping at ankles.
In the park (rest garden) where I take Billy for his walks, there has been a new 'raised bed' built in one discreet corner. I asked the chap who built it what he was going to grow in it. He asked me what I would grow in it. I replied "Vegetables". I notice that it is now filled with pumpkins!!! I hope I'll be offered one.
Monday, 8 September 2025
Nabbed
I return to Blighty only to discover that poor Angela Rayner has been getting a lot of stick.
She's a classic 'rags to riches' gal, and good for her for that! But that doesn't excuse her hypocrisy.
She's, frankly, much more suited to being a Trade Union 'rabble rouser' than a senior politician. Such people can shout "Tory Scum" with impunity, but not as the deputy leader of a major political party.
Nor can they fiddle their tax payments on a house purchase (her £800,000 Brighton seaside 'second home' flat), especially when they are Secretary of State for Housing.
Of course, according to the fragrant Angela, she did no wrong; it was everyone else's fault. She took advice from the wrong adviser (don't we all).
We would all use HER tax adviser, as long as we didn't get caught. Unfortunately all senior politicians are under permanent scrutiny, and she WAS caught! A small question of dodging a £40,000 tax bill was bound to surface.
She knew she couldn't escape the whole murky scandal, so she's finally thrown in the towel.
So, ta ta Ducks; it were grand knowing yer.
In many ways Angela was quite fun. She was Starmer's trusty Pit Bull, sitting by his side in loose cannon pose. She was also the darling of the 'lower classes' who saw her as their mouthpiece against all those who achieve and succeed. Along with Rachel Reeves and David Lammy, she was one of that trio of hard-line Socialist front benchers who hate the rich but are desperate to join them.
The delightful David Lammy has now replaced her as Deputy Prime Minister. Gawd 'elp us; it gets worse and worse!
Sunday, 7 September 2025
Home!
We made it; but not without incident.
When you drive from south to north, or even north to south, through France, you realise what a stunningly beautiful country it is. Beautiful roads, beautiful countryside, and NO POTHOLES. Also, the weather was perfect.
We had a slight incident in Orléans when some idiot Tram Driver almost sliced Debi in half; it seemed (wrongly) to think it had 'right of way'. And another classic incident in Rouen where I took a slightly wrong turning and had to reverse into oncoming traffic (don't ask). If I hadn't I would have ended-up in Le Mans.
Otherwise our Hotel (above) was as dull as ever (it's changed it's name but not it's dreadful décor), we've had to endure this awful 'picture' ever since we started staying there. We met some charming people en route, and the traditional Salami and Coleslaw sandwiches I made were even more delicious than usual.
I'm sorry to say that the very first thing we noticed after leaving The Ferry were the amount of Potholes everywhere. Someone really has to address this!!!
When we drove into Brighton at about 11 pm, it was buzzing with young revelers, all out enjoying themselves. It was reassuring to know that even with a recent newcomer killjoy in our midst, it doesn't seem to have reduced the ardour of the local youf. The streets were awash!
Mostly, we felt so sorry for Billy. He's never complained about the trip, but I'm sure he doesn't like it. What I do know is that he's very pleased that it's over.
Thank you for your kind comments of Friday/Saturday, I shall now continue to respond to any future comments as usual.
Friday, 5 September 2025
September
So, here we are; it's September already, and that means just one thing for us; we leave our little home (above) and return to Blighty.
It's been a great Summer. Plenty of hot weather, plenty of swimming, and plenty of friends, family, and good food. I would say that it's been one of our best Summers for a long while.
Now we head back to Brighton (below), and to a very different way of life. Inner city living, with lots of traffic, houses, and (friendly) people; our own little bijou home is actually very peaceful.
Billy will meet all his doggy friends again, and be stroked by strangers wherever he goes. I will meet-up with good friends as if we'd never been apart. And Lady M will return to greet her Friday Night Gin Club pals; I know she's missed them.
I'm looking forward to seeing my Tomatoes, the Figs halfway down the street, and the Apples right in front of our door. I'm also looking forward to seeing our neighbours again; and hopefully meet 'The Bishop'.
The pool is now covered, all the pre-Winter pruning completed, and everything put away until next Spring. I've given the lawn one last mowing, from now on it'll be the task of our gardener to look after everything. I hope I haven't missed anything. Kimbo will be visiting so I'm sure he'll tell me if I've left anything out.
We'll be taking to the road any minute, so I'll spare you from my ramblings for a couple of days. As usual we shall stop half way up in Orléans, then be back home late the next evening (midnight?). Debi the Compact Royce has been cleaned, oiled, and watered. She is full of petrol, and eager to set-off.
So, I wish myself bon route. I shall see you on the other side.
I shall have to start speaking English again. Toodle-pip.
Please excuse me if I don't reply to any comments; I shall be driving!