My friend and I went into London to escape the lopping of branches the tree surgeon was doing to save the Willow and forever change our vista from the  living room windows overlooking the garden. Walking the backstreets from Victoria to St. James’ unhindered, we glimpsed the moving mass of tourists hurrying to the Palace…

On Fridays we like to go to our local pub, The Jolly Woodman, and sit at the bar chatting to the barmen and maids and growing familiar with the other locals who frequent this quaint little public house. When we first started this little routine we popped into the chippy next door and my Texas…

One of the selling points for this flat was the 150 year old weeping willow tree in the garden.  The seventy rose bushes were beautiful but the willow tree won out in the attractivility stakes. On Wednesday night we were reading in bed, about 11pm, and heard what sounded like intruders out in the garden….

The boyfriend arrived safe and sound today.  His plane landed at 93oam and passport control, customs and the fact that he didn’t know the address where he was staying held him up.  They didn’t arrive home until gone noon. My daughter, excited as a bee in a rose, bounced out of bed at 6 this…

Today was a busy one.  We managed, in just under six hours, to completely change the look of our flat.  It went from feeling like someone else’s to feeling like ours. We had carpet laid and were pleasantly surprised by the arrival of three fitters when we had been told to expect one.   As…

With the advent of sun, rather like snow in Texas, the whole of England grinds to a standstill.  That is, once they reach the beach! I was heading off to Broadstairs yesterday to complete probate on my mother’s estate, amidst other bits of business.  As I drew closer to the coast the train grew dangerously…

My brother gave us a ring on Sunday afternoon.  We were exhausted after our market foray.  I was calming down with a Yoga class. He had his sons.  He wanted to take his eldest, twelve, to see the latest and last Harry Potter.  His eight year old was too young to go so… would we…

With the pending visit of my daughter’s boyfriend we have been suggesting places to go and things to do in London.  Difficult to say the least because there is so much to do in just the five square miles of London’s West End alone. So during our spare time, when I’m not writing and she’s…

The toilet seats in our flat leave a lot to be desired. They are white, plastic little numbers which slip and slide around the porcelain. Hardly conducive for a serious session in the library. So…hubby and I hight tailed it to the nearest Home Base, a couple of tram rides and a bus trip away,…

I came to England all hyped up on Yoga having started taking it in November at my writing retreat in New Mexico, courtesy of my friend Ann Dunnewold.  I continued at the local fitness club where I belonged and managed to go twice a week.  For some reason I took to it like a duck to…