Category Archives: The stuff of daily life

It being the last day of term, Fifth Year students were listening to music. After a number of songs, there came the realisation that the music being played was not the music of their youth, it was the music of … Continue reading →

Spending the afternoon with my son helping to pack away boxes of stuff, I wondered what had become of the bow. Is it still hanging somewhere, a memento of lost times? It was the summer of 1999 that we rented … Continue reading →

The bedtime drink is now a mug of milk heated in the microwave. Once it would have been hot chocolate, then there came a realisation of how many calories there were in hot chocolate (it was in a branch of … Continue reading →

“How old are you, sir?” asked the Third Year student It is a frequent question, I’m not sure why. “I’ll be sixty-two later this year.” “What, sir? I thought you were in your twenties.” “Don’t be silly, you know I … Continue reading →

A friend once told me that when he joined the Masonic Order as a young man it was not because he believed that they had secrets he wished to discover (like anyone who wished to inquire at a public library, … Continue reading →