The Ship’s Cat

The Ship’s Cat

I live on a boat. But this is not about me, it’s about who I share my life with. The ship’s cat. I live alone, and Solly (my cat) is who I come home to. Now people have asked me how my cat deals with being on a boat. Clearly they have this impression that cats and water don’t mix. Well cats have been going to sea in one way or another for centuries. Solly treats it as his personal playground. There are surfaces to be lounged on. And cubby holes to hide in. There are soft mattresses. And...

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Went the Day well?

Went the Day well?

On 6 February 1918, The Times newspaper published Four Epitaphs written by the English Classicist, John Maxwell Edmonds. The second of these, Went the Day Well?  became the title of a World War II film, otherwise known as The Battle of Bramley End, a fictional, apocryphal tale of a German invasion of Britain. Went the day well? We died and never knew. But, well or ill, Freedom, we died for you. I’ve been thinking a lot about my father lately. Amongst other things, my dad was a Normandy Veteran. Acting Sergeant in The Royal Corps of Signals. He never spoke much...

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Hairbrush

Hairbrush

Gentlemen, let me let you into a little secret… we ladies like grooming ourselves. So that thirty minutes that we spend in the bathroom isn’t just about driving you up the wall because we are already late for something, it’s generally about indulging in a small sensual guilty pleasure otherwise known as grooming. I seem to spend vast amounts of time grooming. If not myself, my very fluffy cat Solitaire, or Dan’s dense double coat courtesy of his corgi and collie heritage, everything around here is high maintenance. Neglecting the grooming can lead to this.   I have enough...

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If music be the food of love…

If music be the food of love…

… It would be as well to remember that I come from a long line of medieval court poisoners. Music has always been in this family. My great-grandfather established the family business in Bayham Street, Camden Town in 1883. Piano parts. The bits that go inside, wood, steel, strings, felt etc. Sadly, my association with the piano was not a happy one. We just didn’t seem to get on. And the piano isn’t portable. My parents talked about it. To this day I do not have the slightest  idea how they arrived at the flute, but there you go....

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