And failing, that make the best of when your Mother takes you to Basildon Park… Kate and I took a turn around our local National Trust property Basildon Park yesterday, as we both found ourselves at a loose end and rather fancying some fresh air. The daring sorts we are, we ate rusks by the…
Month: September 2013
A richness of embarrassment
Now this blog comes with several warnings. The first is that if you should happen to acquire a small person, for reasons unfathomable, you appear to spend more time in one’s local supermarket (although an insatiable appetite and inability to remember anything may be to blame). This has became apparent from a) my monthly statement…
What a difference a year makes
Well, it’s been more than another year since anything was written here, which tells me one of two things – either I have serious commitment issues or that perhaps time lack of time should really see me throw in the towel on this space and relinquish ALBD to a line of internet history. My stubborn…