A good sunset in the cemetery yesterday. I had a walk with Luna, a small, bonkers black spaniel that struck up an instant emotional rapport with Bertie. I likewise warmed to Luna’s owner.
I wonder how can I make my posts more interesting? Blog readers like something seasonal, so how about mistletoe at Cranford Park instead of mulled wine?
Spokes of scaffolding have sprouted on the south west corner of the West London Magistrates’ Court to prepare for demolition. I intend to keep a photographic record of progress, as I did when the LAMDA extension was built.
Only an experienced investor who has been trading for fifty-one years could lose almost half their capital in ten days. That’s what I have done and my friends who mistakenly look upon me as a financial guru should take note.
The falcon chick born aloft Charing Cross Hospital is showing no signs of leaving his parents. As a single male he may never leave and in a few years may mate with his mother. He’s called Jack but Oedipus might be more apt.
Taking a traghetto in Venice is practical and cheap; only 2 Euros a ride. Locals take them, standing insouciantly amidships reading the Corriere della Sera and juggling with a caffè corretto.
In a week Bertie will have his eighteenth birthday, in months. It’s hard to choose presents for humans let alone a beagle but I hope he will be pleased with my gift.