Monthly Archives: November 2021

Fred’s your uncle

Posted on 13th November 2021 by Ian

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s famous detective once suggested that once one had eliminated all other possibilities, what remained must be the truth. Undoubtedly, there is a philosophical term for such a process of logic, something in Latin that is a … Continue reading →

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Not a nice man

Posted on 9th November 2021 by Ian

It is clear that by the time of the 1911 Census, Ada, my great great grandmother, was struggling. Ada is the only adult in the small house in which she lives. Ida, Ada’s two year old granddaughter, and my grand … Continue reading →

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A pair of gloves a goalkeeper doth not make

Posted on 7th November 2021 by Ian

The half-time whistle was blown and the two teams walked from the pitch. Many of the spectators left the stand to go to the catering stalls. The fifteen minute break gave an opportunity for the junior teams to come onto … Continue reading →

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Bonfire Night

Posted on 5th November 2021 by Ian

At the end of the evening of 5th November, there was always a certain note of melancholy. In the morning, the bonfire that had burned brilliantly the night before would be no more than a pile of grey ashes.  If … Continue reading →

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Weight not volume

Posted on 3rd November 2021 by Ian

“Sold by weight not by volume,” the words on the Corn Flakes box always spoke with an air of authority, as though a legal declaration was being made at the kitchen table each morning, as though the red Formica-topped table … Continue reading →

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