Boll and I are taking a few days off, but we’ll be back at the start of September with lots of new stuff and updates on our latest activities. Bye for now xx
Thank you to The Guardian for giving We Were Here a very nice review
Having been called ‘mate’, ‘fella’ and ‘geezer’ by complete strangers in recent times, I thought I was unshockable. That was until someone called me ‘pal’ this week. I may be many things, but ‘pal’ isn’t one of them. I can sense a ‘bruv’ looming. It really is a disgrace. I didn’t move south for people to be so familiar.
It’s 3.37 am and I’m wide awake, sitting here with a glass of milk, watching Bolly asleep in her fluffy bed which resembles an upside-down winter hat.
Thankfully, I don’t get insomnia very often. But when I do, it lasts for hours. I just have to get up and wait till I feel tired enough to go back to bed.
That normally happens at about 5 am, which is when Boll normally wakes up and decides it’s a fun idea to howl outside my bedroom door. Meanwhile Jess enjoys wailing through the window around dawn. And the assorted waterfowls living near the house start quacking, honking and shrieking.
I’m presenting a programme about time capsules this week. It’s called
We were here – how to create your own time capsule
And it’s on BBC Radio 4 at 11.30 BST on Thursday (5 August).
It’s a Radio Times Choice
According to their nice reviewer –
As presenter Ian Peacock discovers, what gets put in can never truly represent the whole human race, so it’s better to keep the contents ridiculously personal instead! A good-fun listen.
Here are some of the top stories (for real) from this week’s Hertfordshire Mercury –
Back from holiday – to find squirrels have wrecked home
Dog grooming parlour could open in Cuffley
A Hertford man was accused of being drunk by his wife when he told her there was an armadillo on the patio.
I’m not sure I can cope with all this drama. Hertford’s a scary place.
Following my witterings about people who’ve been to Scunthorpe but never been to Southampton, Lea tells me that she has, indeed, been to the former but not the latter.
Here in Hertfordshire, it occurs to me that –
I’ve been to Tring but I’ve never been to Baldock
I’ve been to Harpenden but I’ve never been to Buntingford
I’ve been to Chapmore End but I’ve never been to Furneux Pelham
I’ve been to Cucumber Lane but I’ve never been to Darnicle Hill and
I’ve been to Bayford but I’ve never been to Cuffley
I’m not sure what this says about me.
As Charlene memorably sang in 1976 –
I’ve been to Paradise, but I’ve never been to me
But has she been to Ware?