Why are your reading this drivel?

I have absolutely no idea why you continue to read this drivel. It is the ramblings of an older man which, since last March, have almost exclusively been focused on irrelevances out of our small home in Bristol. But, twice a week, a number of you do read what I pen and, as it provides a diary for C and I, I will continue to write. Trust me, though. I will not be in any way boverred it you give it all up and instead listened to the latest Now Show podcast. I wouldn’t.

Yippee!

Actually, some stuff has been happening, First, we’ve been call for our first jabs. To be accurate, I was called and then C got all humpfy, went on the NHS website where it encouraged her to book a slot. Hey presto, we both get our jabs at the end of next week. Hurrah! We have continued to stay at home, only venturing out to walk, run and shop irregularly. I hope we can keep ourselves out of harm’s way until out veins are throbbing with antibodies. I hope you are all getting yours soon.

And you may have noticed that Mrs Sun has joined us. Hasn’t it been fab? It has made all the difference to us. C has been out in the garden and I have done all manner of trivial tasks which have been outstanding since last year. Both yesterday and this afternoon, in a very crazy way, I was outside in a t-shirt. It’s not March yet … I can’t remember ever being outside in the UK in a t-shirt in Feb. Other than making my usual climate change comment, I’m not complaining, as I have waxoyled (a oily compound designed to prevent rust) Doris’s chassis extension, resealed the first of five roof lights, mowed the lawn, and sanded and teak-oiled the top of our garden table. Along with that we walked around our local golf course twice … the fist time we did pretty much the whole thing and were out on our feet for almost two hours. And it was lovely – just grass, nature and the warming rays from Mrs Sun. Fab.

done this … just us and nature

Work continues. I have some meetings with the second MoD team this week and I started with a new school in West Sussex on Friday … which looks like it might grow into something. As you know I don’t have a website and don’t market what I do. All my work is either repeat or by recommendation. And, just now, what with editing book 7, I’m at about the right intensity. I’d hate to have to turn some people away. We’ll see.

Other than that I had a bit of a wobble about living abroad (again). We’re catching up with ‘A New Life In The Sun’, and whilst that C4 programme focuses on people setting up businesses abroad – whereas we would just move there – it does remind you what living in France, Spain or Italy would look like: very attractive. Pre-Brexit that would have been as simple as moving to Northumberland. Alas, no longer. Isn’t that sad?

Enough. I should be relishing and recognising the plusses of Brexit. All that sovereignty and happy English fish. Oh, and the £350m a week for the NHS and the relief that the Turks are not going to invade and take our jobs … and not having to provide troops for the European army. I could go on.

where’s Henry?

Stay safe – please. I’m 59 and have been called for my jab. You are all clearly much younger than me, but it can’t be long!