Remembering all those who we have lost.

I was given this beaded badge (which I’ll be wearing today) exactly nine years ago – the first time I took Maurice to an appointment at his HIV clinic.

beaded AIDS ribbon


A couple of weeks ago, the train I was planning to catch over to see Mum was cancelled. It was a Sunday lunchtime, and trains are only every two hours, so I gave up. I put in for “delay repay”, of course.

This morning my compensation arrived. Rail travel vouchers – which I specify as they cause the much-loathed GWR  much more inconvenience and cost than refund to debit card (and I don’t particularly want to email GWR card or bank details). It will come in handy for my next visit (which has been postponed from today to the weekend).

rail travel voucher

An interesting day spent wrestling with WordPress themes and styles. I think we’re about there for now, though it can always be changed later.

I discovered that some of my last blog can be accessed through the Wayback machine, so not quite all of it is lost. That gives me some encouragement to start again – especially as I discover that my web host now offers a backup service (at extra cost, naturally), so hopefully even a catastrophic crash like the one that killed my last blog will not lose masses of data.

With all that firkling on the web, I was late cooking supper. A rummage in the freezer found some pork-‘n-beans of indeterminate age, so I’ll have that with a couple of slices of garlic bread.

An early night is called for tonight: I’ll be standing outside a local Polling Station wearing a Green Party rosette from 0700h onwards!

Having flowered profusely in late November, both my “Christmas” cactuses have now started flowering again – thus cunningly avoiding the actual festive season itself!

cactus flower

Christmas Tree is now outside for the next 11 months. Hope it survives the sudden transition from (a barely-heated) indoor room to the Great Outdoors – I’d really like to get my usual three years use out of it.

Christmas tree outside

Would you believe it!

I spent 45 minutes rootling through the 3 boxes of “miscellaneous leads” in the loft, looking for an IEC (kettle-type) lead. Not one to be found! Ten years ago, I had half a dozen spares, I’m sure. Now everything seems to be the “cloverleaf” design (which is smaller). So I’ve had to order an IEC plug from Ebay.

Why do I need one? The power cut on New Year’s Eve seems to have finally put paid to the monitor on my desktop PC. Well, it came back on for an hour, but next time I tried it, it was thoroughly dead. Considering it was free, second-hand, 9 years ago, it’s not done badly. Anyway, replacement (secondhand) monitor arrived this morning, and needed an IEC lead (the old monitor used a power brick with a cloverleaf socket).

kettle lead


This photo (stolen from the local Green group) is everything I love about the part of the Cotswolds I grew up in.

Interesting cropmarks, hinting at a deep and rich history. The old road, running along the top of the valley, along which I cycled so many times on my way to the riding stables on the outskirts of Charlbury. The River Evenlode, in which I fished and swam, and investigated the remains of former (and one preserved) watermills. The railway, part of my current journey over to visit my Mum, and just visible from the attic windows of her house. And solar panels, offering the 21st century and a slim hope for the future.

ariel view of Evenlode valley


Mum in hospital again. Cab to station 15 minutes late. Fortunately, train 9 minutes late. Breathless, but I’m on it! Hope to be with her around 2030.


It looks like a TIA or very minor stroke – anyway, she’s fully compos mentis and doesn’t seem physically affected. It’s an ever-present risk, as her blood pressure is frequently over 200! Probably staying in overnight, then outpatient stroke clinic tomorrow.


My Christmas present to myself – a double lp !

I’ve been having a few days of playing videos and records of recorded-live gigs I attended, shows I was involved in the production of, and suchlike. I was hunting for my CD of this, which I haven’t played for a couple of years. Either I’ve put it somewhere very stupid, or possibly the late, loved (but unfortunately larcenous) Maurice has “disappeared” it.

Anyway, this is the show of which I am most proud of having been Production Manager (not to knock “A Slice of Saturday Night”, which is a close-run second!).

There’s a bit about putting this on under “Shows”

lp cover