Our beloved regular guest house has had to shut down, and so we had to find alternative accommodation for our most recent stay in Cheltenham. We chose this particular Premier Inn, since the pub is on my old stomping ground (I used to live just up the road), and so I thought I knew the … More Premier Inn? More Like Premier Hell!
I wouldn’t say it was awful, but it wasn’t brilliant. The fates conspired to ruin nice things for me by sending the Lurgy Fairy (in bloody Sweden of all places, while I was on holiday!) but we managed to make the best of it. At least my liver regenerated, right? So that’s good. Hoorah for … More Kicking 2017 Out Of The Door
This year, the inhabitants of Tribble Towers did something we’d never done before: we went online and booked a holiday abroad, just the two of us. I’d been wanting to return to Sweden since our weekend on Ingarö last December, and so we decided to stay in the Slussen area of Stockholm.
We were so enchanted with Sweden last December, that we’d vowed to return even before we were driven to Skavsta for our flight back to wet and dreary England. We’d only had the weekend, and it was a tight schedule, but we still loved it. I was finally in the land of (some of) my … More To Colder Climes
It’s difficult to put it into words, Nan, as to just how much you are still missed on this, your 101st, birthday, but I shall try my best. You are never far from my thoughts and, today on your birthday, my mind is full of wonderful memories. Every year I write about you on your … More To My Nan, On Her Birthday
You may have noticed that I was quiet in 2016. I really just wasn’t feeling my muse, and I only write when I have something cohesive to say. Besides, I wanted to see how the year would end, after the dark days of benefit deprivation, celebrity deaths, Brexit and Trump. I can safely say that … More 2016: The Year That Was (Or, Why Sweden Is Wonderful)