Monthly Archives: August 2022

Educational instruments

My nephews return to school next week. The all too short English summer holidays are drawing to a close. Having attempted on various occasions to borrow from them things like a rubber or a pencil sharpener, I realise that teenage … Continue reading

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Cold borrowers?

I like scarves. At school, I wear a shirt, tie, sports jacket, and trousers. In summer, the sports jacket is linen, in winter it is tweed. In autumn and winter, I wear a scarf. I like scarves. I like long … Continue reading

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Encountering Bombadil

Miss Tucker was recalled in conversation with an old school friend yesterday. I used to hold Miss Tucker indirectly responsible for the loss of my first copy of The Lord of the Rings. It was at Christmas 1974 that I … Continue reading

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Digital discombobulation

Scrolling through the Freeview television guide, I tried to select a channel. The wrong button must have been pressed or the wrong box selected. Something told me I had set a reminder, it was not clear of what I was … Continue reading

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Fishing gone

My oldest nephew is thirty-four this year. He has a wisdom beyond his years – his idea of a perfect weekend is to pitch his bivouac on a river bank and fish for carp or pike. Once, I would have … Continue reading

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