Am I the only person who uses a mobility electric scooter in a store, which runs out of steam?  Just as I turned the corner by the stock cubes display the scooter burped to a stop.  That folks was the end of my uninhibited, independent,  browsing and shopping.  A  rather good looking, young-ish, lively store assistant with laughing eyes arrived to help.  Oh dear…. the store had two of these scooters and the other was in use. Nothing for it but to disconnect the empty battery and pull me round, he holding the front basket which was loaded, with me continuing to steer the apparatus.


Where did I want to go to next….honestly… no… I could browse and shop….. he was there to assist, etc. etc.  I couldn’t, I  just couldn’t  take my time, weaving in and out of aisles and corners, checking on things that caught my eye while reliant on a minder, however nice he was.  Three more items I definitely wanted to find and then on to the check out.

Nobody batted an eyelid when I zoomed off up the aisles at the start of my shopping journey on the scooter.  An awful lot of people stared as the vehicle  was ignominiously pulled  into the ‘pitstop’ by its basket with me astride its seat. 




Most of this morning I have been bent over more files folders and papers.   Of course, with all the folders and dross around me, I couldn’t reach without straining. There was nothing for it then, but to kneel.  It’s time to get up from my knees now and give them and my niggling back a rest.  I have rediscovered books, cassette and VHS tapes that went with courses.  There is a mountain of empty ring binders and lever arch files, I’ve tipped the contents of them into the recycling bin.   What should I keep,(you never know what I might do)?  A little voice whispers into my ear “should you keep any of them“?   A dilemma!

Yesterday, I gave myself a break from the emotional clutter of my life, and spent a bit of time in what passes for a herb garden.  It was a neglected north- and north-easterly corner that does not rest with a gale or two, or even the occasional storm sweeping through it,  there is the occasional cyclonic wind effect as well. The gardening gloves were on and I meant business.  Those weeds and grasses did not stand a chance. The lovage seems to be surviving, as does a large pot of mint.  The smaller apple and pineapple mints are trying hard.  Last year’s sage plant is thriving too. This year is so cold for the time of year, and the herb patch looks bereft.  The stone strawberry planter which I used for some edible plants is a bit mouldy and looks sorry for itself.  My thyme did not survive through the winter. I am cogitating on what to do with the ground. The nasturtiums have not shown any sign of life. They usually have no trouble appearing.  It might be a case of getting a few hardy flowering plants that a ready to plant out to make the corner look lively.

I guess I have to admit to procrastinating here.  It has been restful and creative.  Right, back to the quern stone the tasks will not do by themselves.

I’ll leave you with  a look at a representative mixed salad from my garden patch a couple of years ago.  The Calendula plants appeared in this glorious vibrant orange and a primary yellow.   If you can call a salad sexy, I reckon this is it!

A representative sample of my salads

Good enough to eat


“Hey, come and look at this”………”Come on, see what I’ve found”.

I turned to see a girl aged about 9 years old, peering at an upper shelf in the shop I was in, waiting for a response from an invisible someone; she waited, there was no reply. So I asked, “ Have you found something interesting?” “No,” she said honestly and confidentially, “I’m just trying to annoy my friend”.

I moved on, peering at possible kids gifts. I sensed someone close by.
“My brother’s collecting all of these”. ‘These’ were sets of different styles of small metal cars. So, striking up conversation and showing an interest, “I might get a set of those” I said. “How old is your grandson?” ….. “My nephew” (We’ll let that one go), …. I think he would like this set said the girl, showing me a pack with some really colourful and sharply designed cars. Having cast my eyes over one or two more colour schemes, her choice was very definitely the best one and I told her so. You’re good at choosing things aren’t you”. … “Yes”, she answered, “I am a good chooser”.


This is the time of year when, as I study my address book, I see the changes in personal friendships, of those who have lived and died. Perhaps it is because of the phase of my life, that this year, there have not been any divorces or separations. There are no new additions to family groups.

At this time of the year, I am thinking what stage of development we are all at. The very young ones, what will best suit them; the teenagers, maybe something ‘off the wall’. But then, what seems very different to my way of thinking, may be really weird for them…if that’s the case, then it’s definitely out of the box thinking, and I will go with it!

What about my contemporaries? They are scattered all over the world. What do their life circumstances and tastes tell me; they generate ideas as to what those friends might appreciate or enjoy. Some ideas I have are very simple, some a little more complex, others arrive serendipitously. We, me and my contemporaries, are moving inexorably along, to being the older generation. Our older generation have nearly all passed on.


We had our first really wintry night and day. A hard frost lay over the land, there was no freezing mist, there was no bright sun either.

I donned my padded coat, with its ribbed neck collar and double storm front, found my warmest gloves, made sure I had comfortable footwear, with a suitable sole, and trotted out.

It was just the right kind of day for a walk, that sort of healthy dry cold weather, in which you meet unhealthy people with their current viruses, coughs, colds and laryngitis, keen to let you know, what they’ve got, by whatever means possible.

I was taking a short cut to the other side of town. Most of the ice underfoot had disappeared on the paths; but, on one slope, there was an almost invisible stretch of it. Someone coming in the opposite direction noticed the ice patch and carefully stepped round it. She talked about where it might be safest to continue her walk.

Another person trotted down the slope, I called out a warning. She was unsure how to deal with it,not a good thing. I talked this woman through the few steps round the danger point. Last year, she said, she had fallen, and did not want to repeat the experience.

Both of the ladies were wearing flat dainty 2-lace holes shoes, with unsuitable soles. (Must be a generational thing). I hope they are able to have a re-think about their footwear, now we have had our first experience this Winter, of real icy conditions.


I am tickled pink! A friend has had his first book published. It’s not a novel, it is a ‘guide’. My attention was drawn to this delightful phenomenon when I heard a non-sexy BBC radio 4 discussion on ‘You and Yours’ on Friday 27th November 2009 about London Theatre land, (London U.K that is). It can be picked up again on the BBC ‘Play it Again’ feature, for another five days or so.

I was in my car. Actually, I had just parked and was about to hop out and get into a shop when I heard two people whinging about poor theatre seat positioning, structural problems with some views, changes to seat arrangements which were unexpected, and so on, when a most useful site to help overcome such difficulties, was mentioned http://www.theatremoneky.com “Wow!” I know that site, its developer and mainstay. I knew it in its infancy, many years ago, when it was no more than a page of words. The baby has since grown into a great, dynamic well performing international website.

Once home, I emailed my friend. Mine was one of a clutch of similar emails he had received. Since then, I have purchased two copies of his book, Theatremonkey, by Steve Rich, to gift as presents to people I know, who would be able to get lots of benefit from it. It’s available by mail order at The book Depository (www.bookdepository.com) or Amazon. If you are in the area, there’s also a theatre shop in Monmouth Street London W1. where the book can be found. I think the name of the shop will be on Steve’s site http://www.Theatremonkey.com