Time for tea

Robert and Serena were round this afternoon. Now Robert loves his cake. Wherever they are on their travels there will always be a teashop on the route and Robert knows where they all are.

This afternoon I will show my prowess as a chef. Robert is rather fond of bakewell tarts so this morning I made my own interpretation of a bakewell tart.

I'll make a cup of tea I announced.

While the tea was brewing, I always make proper tea, none of this teabag brown water.

As I presented the bakewell tart on the table his eyes lit up


This is all that is left
I think it went down well

The Flymo Saga

The electric motor had burnt out on Mar 10th, one week after the guarantee expired having had approx; eight hours work from new.
Not wanting Flymo, ( or Husqvarna ) the parent Company, known worldwide get away with shoddy workmanship,a complaint was made. Instructions were given to take the machine to their nominated repairer to report on the fault. They didn't want to know.
Back to Flymo again when I was given another repairer to take it to. By now it was the 6th April. I received their report on 20th April and promptly forwarded it to
Flymo's Headquarters in Co Durham. On May 12th their reply came after being wrongly addressed. Their decision was that they would supply a new motor free of charge
( big of them ) but only if I decided to pay the labour charge provided it was fitted at their nominated repairer. Having agreed this I now have to wait for them to send the required part to the repairer to be fitted. We now may be lucky enough to get the machine back by the beginning of June.
DON'T buy a Flymo folks.

Till death us do part

When I uttered those words in 1948, they didn't get another thought, it was so far in the distant future and I probably had other things on my mind. After 53 years, those words came home to roost. My soul mate passed away, severing me from the happiest years of my life. Many people said the pain and grief would ease with time, for me, after five years it is still there and always will be. Life has to go on, so what do I do now? I decided to put those 53 happy years down on paper, I had made my mind up way back in 1963 that I would write about our lives together. I was re-living those years all over again, making new friends along the way. After a few lessons with a newly aquired P C, Bob came to my aid showing me some of the things that I didn't understand. You should read his book if you like walking, 100 walks in Suffolk, compiled by Robert H Stoner. Robert and Serena helped me with my not so good grammer. Trevor put the icing on the cake when he thought that my story was worth publishing. Finding a publisher was, I thought going to be the biggest hurdle. It turned out to be the easiest and now we are good friends. So that was how my book, (the first ?) "Cats and Chrysanthemums" was born, available to order at all good book shops, ISBN 1 898 030 85 5 It has given me a great deal of satisfaction, but the pain and grief remain.