This is Boy Three in his regalia. Apparently, he’s the king, I’m the queen, the Panther is the knight and his brothers are the princes (although after consideration Boy One became the palace baker. We don’t have a princess and we really, really need a princess.A little while later, the king would only eat his […]
99/365 Looking a little sheepish
98/365 remnants from the Thatcher years
Margaret Thatcher died today – and everyone’s got an opinion, even those who (impossibly it seems to most of us) hadn’t ever heard of her. I’m not going to bother adding mine. There’s enough hot air on the subject. But I haven’t shifted from my view that to celebrate a death, any death, with glee and spite […]
97/365 A walk around Hallin
96/365 waiting for the Ullswater steamer
95/365 me, me, me – cousins clamour
94/365 A berry good show
Seven social classes: I’m from the cleaning elite
Did you do it? Did you do the Great British Class Calculator? It’s hard to resist finding out if you’re really who you think you are. What if you’re posher than you feared or more proletariat than you’d hoped? Apparently there are now seven class divisions from the precariat to the elite and we all […]
