Merci.

 

What a really lovely circle of 'friends' we have, here on the net.

I write a load of inconsequential nonscience, day after day, and when I have a few problems, I am offered sympathy and support by the bucket load.

When one becomes partially immobile, and lives in constant pain, one becomes crotchety and unsociable. It's not something I enjoy, but it comes with the situation.

So I wish to say THANK YOU to everyone. Your kind thoughts have meant a lot to me. Cro xx

RIP David Hockney.

 

I wouldn't call David a 'friend' because we only met on a couple of occasions. Had I lived in London rather than in France, I'm sure our friendship would have continued; but it was not to be.

We first met whilst I was at college. He was a 'visitor' to the Painting Dep't, and we seemed to get on very well (he liked the work I was doing). Later he invited me to his home in Powis Terrace, for tea. The tea itself was served by his friend Peter, wearing only a plastic apron (I had to look away). I imagine that tea was one of David's obsessions, as I remember being offered an extremely wide variety. 

Whilst there he showed me the job he was working on; a picture of two people sitting on a bench in the Luxembourg Gardens; viewed from behind. A rather strange symmetrical subject for a painting.

He'd bought a first floor flat in a terrace of Victorian houses, and when the first floor flat next door came up for sale he bought it and knocked the two into one, making a huge space.

I always liked his work, up until he began to use technology rather than paint. I owned a couple of his engravings of the poet Cavafy, which I sold at Sotheby's when I was in need of some cash.

He was England's 'most famous painter' from the mid-1960's to his recent death on the 11th June 2026, and his name became 'household'. Mention 'David Hockney' to almost anyone, and they will know who he was. Unusual for an artist.

So, RIP David. I'm glad we met each other. You looked just like your picture above when I visited your Notting Hill flat, and I remember our conversation fondly. Cro.

Day 1.

 

I came here to relax, but I still haven't been able to.

OK, I've had a few swims, but the outdoor temperature is very hot, and we've been dealing with our few minor disasters that needed to be fixed. We have mended the pool pump bit, but the car is a very different matter. It has to go to a garage; and after Kimbo flies back to Blighty, we shall be left 'High-n-Dry' without a vehicle (until it's fixed). The mechanic will pick it up, and deliver when fixed, so at least that's something! It's something to do with a 'Drive Chain' inside the engine.

On a more personal front, everything seemed to be going much better, but having to rush around, and with all the stress, I am experiencing pain once again; even though I can now actually walk.

Regardless of all our woes, we are wining, dining, and enjoying life. The BBQ has been host to some wonderful steaks. The landscape is delightful, and the constant silence is simply delicious. The area where we have lived for the past 50+ years has so much to offer that even our little problems hardly matter. 

As you can see (above), my favourite pastime is not being hampered, and at 22 C, the water is both cooling and pleasant.

It's not how we envisaged our departure and arrival, but what the hell!!!

Wish you were here!

At last we really are here. It's been a bit of a nightmare with cancelled sailings and flights all over the place, but all is now well.

This is another version of the photo I posted a week ago. It will be 33 C for the next week or so, and the pool is ready for use; the pump has been running permanently for over a week (unattended), and the water level was a bit low! I am really looking forward to my first swim (tomorrow). The water is 23 C.

No horrors. Everything electrical, plumborial, and gaseous, is working. The satellite internet connection is still operating, and the Champagne in the fridge was at the perfect temperature. The only thing that's a bit dodgy is the pool's 'pump' itself; it hesitates before coming on. Something will have to be replaced.

After an overnight Channel crossing (with cabin and ensuite), we drove almost non-stop, and arrived at home in the early afternoon. No hiccups, just a small rattling noise from the engine; which I'll have seen to next week. And Rory (our mower) won't start; he needs a new battery. 

We arrived in perfect sunshine, and, as Kimbo had left the Fridge running, cold drinks were waiting for us

Of course such journeys for an old codger are very tiring, and this was no exception. Both Lady M and I were exhausted, but in a good way!

It'll take a while for my health problems to settle, but all seems to be heading in the right direction. My extreme pains have gone, and I'm hopeful.

Actually, there is one other problem (with a friend/neighbour) but I'll report about that later.

Thank you everyone for all your recent comments. I hope you understand that in my predicament, I was unable to reply.

 

CATASTROPHE.... DISASTER.....

 

We are still in Brighton. My mobility problem became far worse and I literally couldn't walk. After a couple of sleepless nights, I was in a lot of pain and moving around was almost impossible. It was obvious that driving down through France was out of the question.

The car was packed, the tickets and hotel all booked, Billy's papers were all in order, and we were really looking forward to our trip. Then on the morning of our departure, I was struck down. Sod's Law.

Doctors were consulted, and serious pain killers requested.

Strangely, the doc' thought it was my Sciatica rather than an arthritic Hip, and some high strength Codeine tabs were prescribed. They didn't do much good.

For the  moment I am literally shuffling about, six inches at a time, and in so much pain that I can't sleep. I have an ambulance coming to collect me for a hospital appointment, so I may get some even stronger pain killers, then we can hopefully head south before the weekend. I shall NOT be driving.

Beam me Southwards Scotty

I shall be away from my laptop for a few days, en route to my other home.

So, the next time I write something on this page, it will be from here! (picture courtesy of my grandson 'Ollie', and his drone)

I'm not looking forward to the journey down, nor is Lady M, and nor (I'm sure) is Billy; it's tiresome. But arriving will be wonderful; I love my little cottage. 

Can you spot any difference between SW France and central Brighton?

This year will be the first since my mobility problems have become 'serious'; so it may well be my final visit. If I can't get around, I'll have to stay in the UK.

Kimbo has also just sent me another tempting photo; it was mid-Cherry season when he was there recently. I only have one Cherry tree (a yellow one), but there are usually plenty elsewhere. It's one of the true pleasures of the countryside in late May and early June. However, I fear we may be just too late!

 

p.s. Please excuse me if I don't reply to comments. My laptop is now packed away until about Wed/Thurs.

Enjoy yourself.

Anyone who has been lucky enough to attend a Jools Holland show will know that he always finishes his set with this song; and everyone joins in.

I first saw Prince Buster at The Metropole Hotel, here in Brighton. It must have been 1966-ish, and he was heading the bill, along with The Move; featuring Roy Wood. A very strange mix.

Anyway, here is The Prince himself, singing with Jools's band. 

Buster often claimed to have written 'Enjoy Yourself' himself, but I don't think he did. I'm sure it dates from earlier. Doris Day sang a version in 1950, when the song was attributed to Herb Magidson and Carl Sigman. Perhaps he just changed some of the lyrics, or the tune.

Eagle-eyed viewers might spot the late Rico Rodriguez shaking his maracas in the background