Like me, Bertie doesn’t send Christmas cards but we both like getting them. This is his first, probably only one this year. He thinks the artist has been a little unfair – too much hangdog, hungover look. This is a better likeness.
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.