At the weekend conference, I was given a room with a bathroom adapted for disabled persons. All handles here, handles there and a fold-down seat in the shower.
I am not sure how I felt about that. It was good to be able to have a shower without both elbows banging into the walls. But it did have a distinctly old-people’s home feel about it. Continue reading
It is my own fault really. When recently in England, I foolishly boasted that a typical Adelaide winter day was not unlike a typical English summer day. As it happened, the weather in England was really nice; warm and sunny, when the countryside looking at its early summer best.
Conversely, having got back home to Adelaide, it has been cold and wet. There was a red sky a couple of nights ago. Shepherd’s delight? No, it’s bloody freezing.
Furthermore, I can feel a cold coming on. I have Continue reading
I was walking down Chancery Lane in London a few days ago, past the Law Society. A good opportunity to check that my name is no longer on the English Solicitors’ Roll now I am at the South Australian bar, so I popped in. Did they have someone who could help me? No, not in person, but there would be someone who could help me available on the hotline telephone in the corner. The word “help” turned out to be less than entirely accurate. The conversation went something like this:
ME: I just want to check on the status of my name on the Roll.
VOICE: Yes, sir. Can I have your full name?
ME: [full name] Continue reading
Whilst staying with my old friend Ian Posgate at Badgemoor, he was kind enough to share a splash of this very unusual whisky, which appears to be an admirable private venture. Very dark, and with huge overtones of grape. Matured in sherry casks? Madeira casks? Or even port casks?
It was hard to tell, even after a second glass. Continue reading
I have been traveling recently. Whilst I was away, Neighbours A very thoughtfully took Perdita along with their own dogs to daycare on the day that Neighbours B were removing a nest of asbestos. The doggy daycare centre has just posted its video showing its canine ankle biters having a whale of a time – hours of endless romping fun. At 2.06 of the video (I would not suggest it necessary for anyone to watch the whole thing, unless of course you are on the lookout for the hilarious antics of your own darling pooch) we see Perdita, for all the world looking as if she is saying, “Have any of you children seen my copy of the Literary Review?”
It will be very good to see her again this week; one misses one’s dog whilst one is away. Continue reading
Lucy’s party went off without any apparent mishaps.
I had to get Jamie to his school football match this morning. At 8.00 o’clock.
Why it is necessary for these things to start so early is something of a mystery. As it happens, it was a lovely morning, and the St Peters grounds looked in very good shape.
What is a complete mystery, however, is why they ban dogs from the school grounds. It is an essential part of any boy’s education to gain an easy familiarity with all sorts of dogs, especially those who are not lucky enough to have a dog at home. Perdita Continue reading
I do not know why I am such rubbish at unpacking. Packing is fine; I can generally do that in a few minutes. So why should reversing the process be so hard?
Having just returned from a brief trip (Sydney, Brisbane and Singapore) my strategy is to leave my case on the bed until such time as I have succeeded in emptying it. That leaves less room for the dog of course, but we are all in this together.
Perhaps Continue reading
I played Wiff-Waff (as Boris Johnson calls it) with Jamie last night.
This looks very much like proof that it is possible to make a beautiful modern car.
It is from David Brown Automotive. This David Brown is apparently no relation to the David Brown who was behind Aston Martin in the golden era of the DB6, but there is a distinct flavour of the Aston Martin about this car. Continue reading