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Well, there they go again: the boys off to school after the morning ritual of feeding, scrubbing, urging, hurrying, arguing, finding, losing, finding again, brushing and dressing completed once more, but with varying degrees of reluctance. Some mornings it’s a full-force hurricane of obstinacy, both boys moving with glacial speed and all the sense of […]

The eyes of the nation turn towards a little corner of far-off France. Emerging into the morning sunshine, chest bared, carefree and laughing, rejoicing in the gentle kiss of sun on naked flesh…. It is… Brother Stents, an elderly customer of this blog who long since departed his damp shop in Cornwall for sunnier climes. […]

First of all this week, an apology to those of you whose comments on last week’s piece disappeared into cyberspace. The good people who host this site were apparently doing something called transferring it to another server, so presumably while packing it all away in cardboard boxes and carrier bags, your wise words went the […]

We are reliably informed that love is a many-splendoured thing. It is just around the corner yet all around us at the same time, making the world go round; it’s crazy but it’s the sweetest thing; you can’t hurry it, but love, well… all you need is it. It’s here to stay. Love can be […]