Book exchange – a Literary pyramid

I stirred up a bit of a hornets nest recently when I pointed out the immorality of a post doing the rounds on Facebook.  (I didn’t put it quite as bluntly as that but I did say that this ‘scheme’ would have a few winners and many losers). Interestingly my comments pointing that out have since been deleted as have similar comments from someone else. Continue reading “Book exchange – a Literary pyramid”


Holding on . . . . Letting go.

I have mentioned Jo Gambi and her book “Holding on” a few times. If it wasn’t for Les Stocker (of Tiggywinkles fame) I would never have read this book or heard Jo talk.  Les sadly died suddenly a week ago. He was a friend for a number of years although our paths had diverged in recent times. Continue reading “Holding on . . . . Letting go.”

Mr Grumpyface

Over the past few months we have done our best to avoid picking up any infections – which generally means people born infections – by keeping clear of crowds and potential infection epicentres. There are of course other sources of infection. Being bitten by a seal would not be good (I gather that seals have one of the more infectious bites, although not as bad as a komodo dragon) but that is a risk that is fairly easy to avoid in the middle of Buckinghamshire. However any animal bite or scratch does come with some risk. Continue reading “Mr Grumpyface”

Countdown – three weeks to normality?

Last Thursday was my sixth (of six) chemo session. So the last three week cycle of  my neutrophils and white blood cells running for cover, bottoming out between seven and ten days later before starting to recover so that I am fit enough to be zapped again. This time though no more zapping. Actually zapping is the wrong word, more appropriate for radiotherapy than for chemotherapy, but I will stick with it for now. Continue reading “Countdown – three weeks to normality?”

Running and Cycling (Update 2) and a secret blog

Running and Cycling

My friends made it to the top of Scotland. Two of them (along with their wives and trainee hearing dogs) drove their campervans from one campsite to the next while two of them pedalled hard through wind, rain, sleet and snow (well wind and rain at least) and occasional sunshine for 1,022 miles from Land’s End to John O’Groats (LEJOG). Continue reading “Running and Cycling (Update 2) and a secret blog”

Wobbly legged and listless

Wobbly legged and listless – I am sure it was a hit in the 1970’s

 Wobbly legged and listless

I’ve gone and done it again

Wobbly legged and listless

My blood is full of my chemo

Chemo, I can’t get free from these veins

Oh, oh-oh

 Well maybe not (sorry Andy Fairweather-Low). I saw my Oncology Consultant today and everything seems to heading in the right direction. The next consultation is in October just before my birthday – gosh doesn’t time fly. Only ten days to chemo 6 – my last session. Continue reading “Wobbly legged and listless”

A casualty of war

Today there is great focus on the start of the Battle of the Somme one hundred years ago. But troops were fighting and dying elsewhere in the world as well.

100 years ago this month my great-uncle died. Obviously I never knew him (or  his brother-in-law, my grandfather) but they both served in the Oxfordshire and Buckinghamshire Light Infantry. My grandfather was in the 2nd Battalion and during WW1 served with the British Expeditionary Force before being seconded to the Royal Flying Corps as it was being set up. My great-uncle, Company Quartermaster Serjeant Thomas Voller served in the 1st Battalion having joined up when he was 14, probably as a bugler. He was born in Oxford and served in South Africa, India and Mesopotamia (modern day Iraq). His sister Emma Voller  married my grandfather Arthur Warnock in 1904. Continue reading “A casualty of war”