Archive for July 2009

Summer Recess

This might well be the time to have my own recess from writing this particular blog. My own blog holiday. I leave you with a picture of the alley (ginnel, snicket or any other dialect word you may care to mention) that I walk along each morning on my progress to the park, the shops or occasionally further afield. It is called Madan’s Walk and is named from an 18th century reverend gentleman who lived in the house you now see peeping from behind the trees and in part of which a friend of mine used to live and still, so far as I know, owns. Although the house is still standing it is a state of disrepair and, being listed, will take considerable sums of money to restore although it has the original windows and door furniture and would make a wonderful house for someone with enough money to bring it back to its 18th century glory.Madan’s Walk

I will be walking different walks for a few weeks though not, this year, abroad. So farewell until…I come back.

Summer Parties

I have attended a string of these in recent days but our own Network Party this year took some beating. Everything about it was better, including the food and wine but, dare I say, the congeniality of the assembled company. If John O’B’s photos of me on the website indicate my personal degree of enjoyment and (in) sobriety then I’m glad. A good time, I’m sure, was had by all - not just me. 

The other parties have been with relations and friends, also hugely enjoyable, but this is not the place to write about them

It’s the Heat!

… though this isn’t the reason why I haven’t posted anything for a day or two. I have been caught up in a stream of summer social events - even before our own Party. It’s been quite a strain wondering at which it might be possible to turn up in shorts (which my son-in-law rather uncharitably says make me look like the singer in “It Ain’t Half Hot Mum” because of my relatively small, and squat stature). Usually light trousers have been the safe option but with sandals, since wearing socks in this weather is unbearable and I can’t wear shoes without socks.

Of course perhaps one shouldn’t care about “proper dress” in this exceptionable weather, but I do!  I did see someone the other day, walking around the town in a jacket and tie when I know he is well-retired and wasn’t about to go to any formal event! He didn’t even look hot though I’ll bet he felt it. No ties for me until the winter sets in. the consolation is that except in London “gentlemen’s clubs” an open-necked shirt with a suit seems quite acceptable business wear nowadays, thank God!

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