A Close Friend (CF) recently took a walk with An Acquaintance (AA) of mine in the bracing fresh air of the south west of England. AA confided that she has fired her broker and now makes her own investment decisions guided by the recommendations she reads here. Oh dear!
Three or four mornings a week I drive out on the M4 to Cranford Park with Bertie. The park is sandwiched between the motorway and the north runway at Heathrow.
George Clooney’s 2014 film, The Monuments Men, didn’t get a big hooray this side of the Atlantic, mostly because British participation was underplayed. Oh, it was a bad script too.
The Oldie has an excellent column: Not Many Dead (Important Stories You May Have Missed). The December issue, beats me why it’s published in November unless it’s so subscribers in far-flung outposts receive a copy in a sweaty, cleft stick in time for Christmas, has two submissions.
It is April 2015, so pre-blog, I take a train to Berwick-on-Tweed to meet friends who have driven from East Anglia. So you are in the picture, as the army is fond of saying, we plan to walk down the coast to Alnwick.
I’m glad I still keep a hard copy of financial transactions that may eventually have tax implications. They are stored in this wonderfully retro ring-binder rescued by me as my grandfather was about to throw it on a bonfire. Now look inside.