A Disorderly Retirement
Do I really need any more challenges in my life at the moment? Yes, seems to be the answer. One of my long-held ambitions is to improve my French. I studied French at university and was briefly a translator, but that was many years ago and what knowledge I had has receded to the distant…
I think by now I must have accumulated great stores of wisdom and that young people should be gathering around my chair clamouring to hear my piercing insights into life, my shrewd observations about… well, anything and everything. I have noticed, however, that the only gathering going on around my chair is in the form…
Well, it’s actually happening. We’re really leaving the house we’ve lived in for 30 years. So far it’s all felt a bit unreal, but now that we’re talking about moving dates, the reality has sunk in: we don’t know where we’re going. There’s not much on the market at the moment and we haven’t found…
Here we go again – I’ve been overcome by a fit of self-improvement. It’s what happens when I don’t have a trip to plan and my mind is looking for something else to occupy it. I’m on another of those endless and fruitless quests to improve my French. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy these…
I can’t believe that it’s nearly a month since I wrote my last blog. I had got into such good habits during lockdown. Back then, with oceans of time available, it was no problem finding a few hours a week in order to write a short piece based on whatever thoughts happened to be flitting…