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Another
SOB story. After
all my boring threats and abortive attempts to update the layout of
this delightful - but unmistakeably yesteryear - blog format, Google
Blog seemed to have taken the initiative with the above message
which, together with the odd news that I had 'signed out' of my old
blog, invited me to create a new one: the invitation being so
arranged that I was unable to access the 'new post' page of said old
blog. Is there no limit to their cunning?
I am scribbling this post on Open Office Writer and hoping that the computer lifeboat captain will contact me when my latest save our blog (SOB) story reaches him.
If it does, the status quo will probably prevail.*
HOME.
Pauline
and Neil.
Our
daughter-in-law and son celebrated their twenty fifth wedding
anniversary on Tuesday. Doesn't seem possible but nothing does when
you get to our age.
Mo bought them a congratulations card weeks ago.
Forgot to post it. I was no help. I only remember our anniversary
because it comes five days before my birthday (and I only remember
that because folk ring and ask what present I shall be saying I don't
want).
Anniversary card, containing apologies and belated congrats,
gone now.
Perhaps we should have a suitably amended version of that
message put by for Christmas use.
Our
Roz.
Roz
(on the left of picture with me, her sister Jac and brother Neil) last week underwent a chemo session on two successive days and suffered the not unexpected after-effects.
Her house in
Newport IW has been sold and we are adapting the accommodation here
with a view to giving her some breathing space with us for a while.
Mo continues to do all she can for her and we stay buoyant.
TELEVISION.
Travelogues.
Though
I normally eschew mockumentaries
that seem designed to provide footloose thespians and risible reality
show 'celebrities' with freeby holidays, I somehow avoid associating them with
Joanna
Lumley,
whose Joanna
Lumley's Silk Road Adventure
(ITV) has seen Ms. Lumley breathlessly swanning across magical lands
like Kyrgyzstan.
Her sojourn at a camp on the southern shore of Lake
Issyk Kul provided the following remarks about the super tent with
lavatory and shower room (and signs that it was still somebody's
home) allocated to her:
“I think somebody is living here. I'm
inconveniencing them. I've thrown them out. I don't mind doing that.
I'm rich and important...”
It was
so gloriously Patsy and tongue-in-cheek that only the most
determined anti Lumleyite would believe she meant it. I certainly didn't.
Though, when it comes to important, Joanna Lumley is the only person
I've ever known have a Wightlink ferry brought back for her when she
was seconds late to catch it at Ryde Pier.
From what I recall,
she had an appointment at 10 Downing Street so they called back the
departing ferry. Yep, she actually is
that
important.
No more to say except that
Ben
Fogle,
whose New Lives in the Wild (Chanel 5) has also been a firm
favourite, was charming, non-judgemental and prepared to muck in with
everybody he encountered in this recent series. I gather he concluded it all
by climbing Everest.
Well done.
In real life (as we few who are not
celebrities think of it) Mr. Fogle and his family are every bit as
charming. Some time ago when Roz was walking the dog Buddy here on the island, a pair of
little girls ran up from behind her to ask if they could stroke
him: their parents quickly caught up, apologised for the children's
exuberance, gained ready permission for them to make the requested
fuss of Buddy (not something to which he is at all averse) and quite made
the day for Roz and a blissfully happy dog.
That
family was, of course, the lovely Fogle family. Ignore scandal
seekers, there's not much wrong with Ben. He's one of the good guys.
*As you will have gathered, the computer lifeboat captain duly
obliged. Hence the status quo. Thanks again, Neil.
Google willing,
see me later.
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