I was relieved to see that the weather was somewhat better when I awoke yesterday morning after a good night’s sleep. The media are collectively celebrating the 199th birthday of Sir David Attenborough by showing some of his classic films and I did rather get absorbed in one of them last night. He was following the social life of a group of chimpanzees and, in particular, how the alpha male asserted his dominance not just through physical shows of strength but also by entering into political alliances with other males who could make allies at times of conflict. What absorbed me was the fact that some of the younger males turned on their leader and attacked him, leaving him severely wounded and practically dead. Then the troupe of chimpanzees moved on desperately searching for water but some of the female members of the group came and attended to his wounds by licking them. Although left for dead, the group leader gradually regained some strength and made a six mile journey to catch up with the rest of the group where he could re-assert himself but disguising how wounded he had actually been. I was reminded of Churchill when the Tory party grandees actually propped him up in front of the Conservative party conference to say a few words even though he had suffered a stroke. The same used to be said of the former Soviet leaderships where some of the old stalwarts were propped up by colleagues even though half dead themselves. Last night, I made a booking at Harvington Hall which is an Elizabethan manor house famous for its priest holes and only have 6-8 miles distant from us. I am taking along my American friend as she has never seen it before and is intrigued by what she has read about priest holes but never actually seen one before. Harvington Hall in Worcestershire houses seven remarkably preserved priest holes (secret hiding places) designed by Nicholas Owen. While some were uncovered by inspectors over the centuries, the ingenious, hidden spaces — including one in the bread oven and another under the grand staircase — were highly successful at protecting Catholic priests during the Elizabethan era. This week is going to be quite a full week and an even fuller weekend so I am preparing myself for a Curry club meal with U3A members with a Conversational Spanish the following day (for which I do. not feel very well prepared) I have just read a very interesting analysis of the ways in which Bank account customers are switching. Bottom of the pile comes the Halifax (which has lost 25,000 customers) followed by own bank but the great winner has been Nationwide which has attracted 64,000 new customers. Of course domestic banking is only part of the activities of most banks but one wonders whether we shall see  spate of acquisitions and mergers ahead. Most High streets used to sport at least three or four banks but as the banks have switched to online services, some of these branches have been disappearing faster than he proverbial ‘snowballs in June’ Following major closures in early 2025—including Lloyds (May 7) and Halifax (May 29)—Bromsgrove High Street has lost four banks in three years. While Santander was set to become a counter-free branch by June 30, 2025, and Barclays/NatWest previously closed, few traditional, full-service branches remain. A permanent Banking Hub is envisaged but may not see the light of day.

My Pilates class was held as usual this week and there are a regular group of only four of us (three females and myself) and we regularly have a laugh and a joke with each other. As might be imagined, we have our little celebrations and rituals one of which is to have a period of relaxation once or twice within the six week block. But if any of our number have a birthday in the week of the class, then as a treat we all have a relaxation session in that class. As a reminder to myself, I must remember to take along some cakes or other goodies to share with class members. After my Pilates class, I returned home and had a lunch of kipper fillets (from a tin!) and salad and then thought about getting the back lawn cut which is a much quicker job than actually the large green area in front of the house. This having been done, I then settled down to await the arrival of my American friend who had promised me that she was going to pop around in the late afternoon for a spot of afternoon tea. As so often happens on occasions like this, we had nothing to dash home for and so having indulged in a lot of opera the other day, in the early evening we thought we would treat ourselves to a spot of ballet and so finished off watching some of he better excerpts from ‘Swan Lake’ Although ballet is not my first love, I think I might hunt out YouTube to see if there is an classic film of Nureyev and Fonteyn dancing together. By all accounts, the chemistry between the two of them was instant and mutual and I would be surprised if that was not captured on some archive film. Rudolf Nureyev, a legendary Soviet ballet dancer, defected from the Soviet Union on June 17, 1961, at Le Bourget Airport in Paris, seeking asylum in France to escape restrictions on his artistry and life. Fearing imprisonment by the KGB upon being ordered back to Moscow, he broke away from his minders with assistance from French police and friends. Key Details of the Defection:The Incident are that while the Kirov Ballet was departing for London, Nureyev was told he had to return to Moscow to perform at a Kremlin gala. Realising he would likely never be allowed to travel or dance freely again, he asked for asylum at the Paris airport. While presented as a Cold War blow to the Soviets, historians suggest his defection was prompted by the desire for artistic freedom and to live openly as a gay man, which was suppressed in the Soviet Union. Nureyev was sentenced to prison in absentia by Soviet authorities, though he went on to have a glittering career in the West, dancing with the Royal Ballet and later directing the Paris Opera Ballet. He did not return to his native country until 1989. Nureyev’s defection is considered one of the most dramatic in Cold War history, removing one of the Soviet Union’s greatest cultural assets.

You could almost predict that yesterday was a Bank Holiday in the UK because we awoke to anther day of overcast and cloudy weather – it looks as though it is going to be heavy cloud with 20% chance of rain or drizzle during the morning followed by light cloud and a dry afternoon. It is just as well that the day is going to be devoted to domestic jobs and that I am not planning to go anywhere this Bank Holiday. After I been to church yesterday and visited the garage to pick up my Sunday newspaper, I was in the vicinity of one of those ‘Home and Garden’ type stores and as it seem quiet, I decided to pay it a visit. I actually purchased quite a few things that were not originally on my list but were focused around the activities of keeping my gardening tools sharpened, cleaned and well oiled. I located eventually some ‘Brillo’ pads for which I have a particular fondness as I know that are excellent in removing light rust deposits from gardening tools. Whilst I was in the cleaning and gardening sections, I bought some mixed fibre cleaning cloths, abrasive pads and stainless steel scouring pads. I also succumbed to the temptation of buying some of those gardening gloves that are fabric on one side but rubber based on the other and which are excellent for gripping (and hence removing) weeds and I also saw a deep stainless steel trowel which I would not normally be tempted to buy but this one was ridiculously cheap and Indian-made so that went in my shopping basket as well. There is a point to all of this because if the weather was really fine, I would be inclined to do some ‘proper’ gardening but as the weather is overcast, I may well spend half an hour outside siting on the garden bench getting some fresh air but renovating some of my gardening tools such as lawn edging tools and lawn shears. The Bank Holiday is destined to be a quiet and more domestic days but the rest of the week will be quite busy for me what with one thing or another. The day before, my American friend had come round and enjoyed a roast beef and Yorkshire pudding dinner that I had cooked for us but around this we fitted in a viewing of the most beautiful bits of the Puccini opera of ‘La Bohème’ and then we let YouTube select some other operatic arias for us according to its own algorithms and these we enjoyed, including a fair bit of Pavarotti as you might expect. So I suspect that my friend was exposed to more opera in one day than perhaps in her entire lifetime, but we found the combination of the meal and the operatic offerings enjoyable and relaxing (although not everybody’s cup of tea!) Quite by chance, I discovered in a little visited drawer in the bedroom some items of jewellery that Meg had probably not worn for at least thirty years. Amongst these were some crosses on a chain and some clip-on earrings so I was more than happy to gift these to my friend (as I hardly knew they existed, I had no great emotional attachment to them).  I assured my friend that Meg would have been delighted to know that some of her jewellery was being worn and appreciated instead of just being stuck in a drawer for decades.

In the late morning, I went down by car and was relived to get my newspaper as usual, yesterday being a Bank Holiday. On the spur of the moment, I decided to pay a visit to Asda to see if they still did their own brand of WD40 oil which they do not. But they did stock a WD40 substitute called GT86 and they were selling in at three quarters of the price available through Amazon except that they were selling it at full price at the automatic tills So I was forced to complain at the Customer Service who agreed that a lower price was displayed on the shelves and they refunded me the difference. I got home and after a brief rest made myself cut the front greened area which really did need it. As I was cleaning up the mower afterwards and disposing of the spent GT86 spray can, I noticed that this company was advertised as a WD40 company so I wonder if the product, which appears identical, comes off the same production line. But they are often sold next to each other in any case.  I had a fish-on-sourdough bread lunch after which I watched a David Attenborough programme on the extinction of the dinosaurs. I did a few outside jobs which included  a light pruning of the lavatera outside out back door and which necessitated a lot of chopping up into smaller pieces before disposal in our brown wheelie bin. I applied some teak oil to the wooden handle of the new trowel  I bought myself the other day and now I am keeping some of my cleaned up and ready-to-use hand tools in a (new) seed tray which I am keeping indoors out of the rain but readily accessible when the gardening spirit moves me.  Flipping through the TV channels, I chanced upon the last five minutes of the black-and-white war film ‘Sink the Bismarck!’ made in 1960. I have seen this film before but what was striking about was the look of sorrow on the faces of the British crew as they saw the Bismarck sink beneath the waves. What a contrast to the triumphalism on the occasion of the sinking of the ‘Belgrano‘ in the Falklands contest or the reactions of the Americans today in Iran. Of course the British sailors were acutely aware that it could have been their own ship that was in danger of being sunk as the war had only ended 15 years previously. In the current Iranian conflict, both sides are claiming that they are in complete control of the Straits of Hormuz. The Iranians are claiming to have hit two American warships with missiles which claim the USA is denying completely. I keep being reminded of the dictum that ‘in wartime, the first casualty is truth’ as we are now in the era of claim and counter-claim. With the emergence of AI, each side to a conflict can no doubt generate whatever images it wants to feed to their own home populations.

Yesterday as I awoke, it was one of those yellow-grey murky sorts of days which sent me scurrying towards the weather forecasts to see what kind of day was in prospect. It looks as though there is a 25% chance of cloud, gloom and drizzle throughout the day with the rain intensifying in the afternoon with the possibility of thundery showers. I awoke just about 6.00 and got up as today was one of my ‘early’ days when I go to church and leave the house at 8.00am so I need an early start. I am very conscious that this week a year ago was the last week of Meg’s life and I do look back on this blog and see how things were shaping up a year ago. Meg was evidently semi-comatose and in some pain with her legs being in the same position all night and I recorded that when the two experienced care workers got her up, they actually had tears in their eyes. Somehow or other, we had got Meg into her super new wheelchair and I opined that this might be the last time in which she was taken for a walk out of the house – and so it proved to be. I recorded a minor triumph in that I got Meg to ingest a few spoonfuls of porridge and afterwards not only trundled her down to Wetherspoons but also did a quick flash around a couple of shops. I think that Meg was probably asleep or half asleep the whole of the time but later on in the day, I managed to get a few spoonfuls of a chocolate mousse inside her. It rather reminded me of the experiences that you have when you have a young child and you are encouraging them to take solid food and every spoonful is regarded as a triumph. Although the weather is going to be pretty grim for most of the day, I have my friend coming round so we are going to enjoy ‘La Bohème’ together and then have a traditional meal of roast beef and Yorkshire pudding whilst my friend has hunted out some of that specially bred kale called ‘Cavolo Nero’ and which according to some of the blurb available on the internet is one of the ‘healthiest’ foods on the planet bursting with minerals and vitamins. The political programmes this morning (which I don’t have time to watch) will, no doubt, be full of prognostications for the forthcoming local elections. Scotland will be voting  to select MSPs (Members of the Scottish Parliament) using an a form of proportional representation known as the ‘Additional member’ system and Wales is voting in another form of PR designed to eliminate tactical voting but nobody is quite sure how this is going to turn out. It looks almost certain that the traditional Labour dominance of Wales is due to come to and end and Wales will have to get used to a multiparty system comprised on Labour, Liberal Democrats, Greens, Plaid Cymru (Welsh Nationalists) and Conservatives bringing up the rear. No doubt all of this will be fully dissected after the actual voting has taken place next Thursday but next weekend, I shall be away for birthday parties (my own and a friends) but I shall have more pleasant things on my mind.

When I attend the service on a Sunday morning, there is always a news letter which contains details of parish affairs on one side and the liturgy of the day upon the other. It is nearly always the case that the Mass is said to honour the memory of a particular person, and I noted that the Mass next Sunday morning is to be offered for the repose of Meg’s soul. There must be a system where the editor of the newsletter brings this item forward but it certainly brought a lump to the throat and a tear to the eye. After the service, I chatted with one of the church ‘elders’  and the parish priest makes himself available by having brief chats with his parishioners. He told us that in his last parish in Coventry they often had 2-3 funerals a week and sometimes even more so even as a young priest he had officiated at many funeral celebrations. If time had permitted we could have happily swapped amusing funeral stories but I informed one or two of more acquaintances that evidently would attend the 8.30 Mass next Sunday being the actual anniversary of Meg’s death but would be making haste immediately afterwards to go to Berkshire for my friend’s birthday celebrations (and my own, the day after). After that it was my normal routine where I get some living money out of the ATM and pick up a copy of the newspaper from the garage. When I returned home, I cooked myself a breakfast of a poached egg on a slice of sourdough toast and then got to work processing the beef joint which I had cooking in the slow cooker during the morning when I was out. Turning to the Domestic political agenda, the charismatic leader of the Greens, Zak Polanski who is himself Jewish, has run into a tremendous row with the police. Polanski had re-tweeted a post which appeared to criticise the arrest protest in which the assailant of the two Jewish men in Golders Green was seen lying on the ground having been tasered by the police (presumably legitimate under the circumstance) but being repeatedly kicked by two officers (presumably, not part of the standard police restraint procedures) Polanski has apologised but the sweep of public and media opinion seems to be that we should turn a blind eye to the kicking of a prone suspect by police officers. I suspect that no action will be taken against the police officers but it is disturbing to witness police officers departing from the highest standards of professionalism that we expect of them. If this were America, we would say ‘normal for the USA’ but of course we pride ourselves on higher standards in the UK. We have a real political dilemma how to respond as a society to the recent stabbings and the rise of evidently overt anti-Semitism. The knee jerk response is to say ‘ban all marches in support of Palestine’ but this would be a massive blow to the operation of our rights to freedom of speech and to demonstration. Two facts stand out which the majority of the marchers are completely peaceful and do include some Jewish peoples themselves. But is an unfortunate fact that these large demonstrations are undoubtedly highjacked by forces of both the extreme left and the extreme right  and the police themselves are called upon to make a judgement where freedom of expression ends and the expression of antisemitism begins. If I might pose a question (to which I do not know the answer) is a poster proclaiming ‘Free Palestine’ antisemitic?  Consulting the AI element of Google, I get the following reasoned argument. Whether a poster proclaiming ‘Free Palestine’ is considered anti-Semitic is a subject of intense debate, largely depending on context, intent, and accompanying slogans. Many interpret ‘Free Palestine’ as a call for human rights, an end to the military occupation of Palestinian territories, and self-determination for the Palestinian people. In this context, it is generally considered political speech rather than anti-Semitism. For many others, the phrase is interpreted as a call for the dissolution of the State of Israel, the world’s only Jewish state. When it implies the removal of Jews from the region or denies their right to self-determination, it is viewed by many, including the ADL, as anti-Semitic. The slogan becomes explicitly anti-Semitic when it is used to harass Jewish individuals, threaten synagogues, or hold Jewish people globally responsible for the actions of the State of Israel. When ‘Free Palestine’ is accompanied by phrases like ‘From the river to the sea,’ it is widely seen as a call for a single Palestinian state covering the entire territory of Israel, implying the destruction of Israel and thus often interpreted as a form of antisemitism. In summary, the slogan itself is not inherently anti-Semitic, but it is frequently used in ways that cross the line into antisemitism by targeting Jewish people or advocating for the destruction of Israel.

So having bought my new trowel from the hardware shop yesterday, I thought I would be very clever and condition the wooden handle to soaking in some cheap corn oil which I keep in the kitchen if I need a cheap oil for oiling purposes (e.g. for my kitchen shredder which is often forgotten about) So I put the trowel handle down in a narrow glass of oil and left it outside for abut a day. Then I consulted the web to inform myself about oiling the wooden handles of gardening tools to keep them in good condition. The advice that I got on the web was that I was doing exactly the wrong thing as these oils are non volatile, can go rancid over time and can oxidise and break down creating a bad smell. Unlike drying oils, cooking oils do not harden, creating a surface that attracts dirt and becomes unpleasant to hold. All the advice is to use a specialist oil such as linseed oil, Danish oil, teak oil and so on. The difficulty is that these oils can cost several times more than the implement they are designed to protect and one has to wonder if they worth while unless you have a real quality hand tool to protect. So I looked in my garage and happen to have some teak oil around so I have decided to let the cooking oil treatment soak in for about a day and then finish  off with a really good protective volatile oil as all of the sources of gardening advice recommend. It is always a good idea to clean and oil tools after every single use but normally one is quite weary after a session’s gardening and one is desperate to get inside and have a well earned cup of tea. But now that I am well and truly back into gardening mode again, I am filled with good intentions to keep my gardening tools in good condition. I used to find that  the old fashioned soap-filled ‘brillo’ pads were excellent in removing a light rust or staining but I find these much more difficult to find in the kinds of shops that I frequent and I am loathe to make a special journey just to find them. Having said that, they are always useful to have in stock, not least if you have a burnt pan in the kitchen to re-condition but a short term expedient are those foam pads with an abrasive side that can be laced with some cream cleaner. I suspect that the old fashioned engineers used to make constant use of the proverbial ‘oily rag’. Engineers and mechanics traditionally used an oily rag for cleaning greasy machinery, protecting metal parts from rust, and applying lubricants or finishing oils, with old cotton clothing favoured for being lint-free. They also serve as a staple for wiping hands and managing service fluid spills in workshops. Key reasons for using an oily rag are that a lingering layer of oil from the rag protects metal surfaces, tools, and equipment from moisture and oxidation, They are an inexpensive, reusable, and efficient tool for wiping down machinery and removing oil residue. White rags, in particular, allow engineers to see metal shavings or dirt in hydraulic fluid, aiding in diagnosing equipment problems. I wonder if these old fashioned skills and practices are now dying out completely? For this reason, I never throw old white cotton vests but deploy them when I can remember as garden tool cleaning aids. I am also asking some of my close friends if they can cast any abandoned cotton clothing in my direction for the same purpose.

The morning turned out to be reasonably entertaining. Having picked up my newspaper, I made a quick saunter into Wetherspoons where  I thought I would meet up with ‘Seasoned World Traveller’ from my park-roaming days and we exchanged a few pithy observations about the state of world politics. A day later than is normal, I turned up at  my ‘Gifts of Love’ cafe where I bumped into one of the volunteers who I know quite well and another  whom  I may have seen before as she worships in the same church as do I. I generally purchase enough car parking time for a couple of hours and this gives me time for a slow peregrination up and down the High Street. I was just on the point of purchasing a shirt in exactly my size and the colour I would have chosen when I realised it was one of those without buttons on the sleeves but relied upon cufflinks – this being the reason it wasunsold, I suppose. I then purchased a floor cleaning preparation that I know that my domestic help particularly likes also bought of the ex Marks and Spencer ‘Harvester’ range of butter dishes with covers  which I intend to use for the hard cheeses that I buy. Having texted my American friend, she accepted my invitation to come and share a roast beef and Yorkshire pudding dinner with me tomorrow i.e. quite a traditional Sunday meal and we will prepare the veg together. I had promised to play her a copy of the Puccini opera of ‘La Bohème’, courtesy of YouTube, and have found a production in which the stage design was by Franco Zefferelli and Mirella Freni sings the part of Mimi. I am by no means an avid watcher of TV but the offerings this weekend seem particularly dire. I have the stimulating choice of watching  hours of snooker on one channel with ‘Top of the Pops’ from 34 years ago on another and, of course the mindless game shows. Even some of the films date back to the 1940’s and it no wonder that TV watching is declining into an almost death spiral. These days, I am often quite contented listening to Classic FM and giving the newspapers a slow read although I have bookcases of serious books into which I ought to get stuck. Looking along my bookshelves I found a book I never knew I had by Francis Wheen entitled ‘How Mumbo Jumbo conquered the World’ I opened it at random and found some  passages in which American politicians berated those who they thought were doing them harm – in this case the Japanese. But the book was written in 2004 ie. 22 years ago and could have been written by Trump yesterday  – I even found the phrase in it to ‘Put America First’

So there is something rather special now that e have actually arrived at the month of May. This for me, and I suspect for many others, is a month of intense social activity in which birthdays feature prominently. When I was working in the University of Winchester, it occurred to many of my close colleagues that five of us had birthdays in this month and so it seemed sensible to pick a day in the middle of the month and to have a joint celebratory birthday meal. We started doing this about 21-22 years ago now and have tried to maintain the tradition over the years if it is at all possible. Two of us (including myself) have birthdays practically in the middle of the month and we have generally organised a meal in the middle of the month in the Winchester areas. I dubbed the group of us as the ‘Old Fogeys’ and as erstwhile colleagues, we sometimes chunter on about how excellent things were when we were in harness and how terrible they are now. We each of us have personal news to convey to us and, unfortunately, with the passage of time a very few of us have gone to meet our Creator and most of us, whilst keeping ourselves pretty fit are bearing some of the ravages of time. We tried to have another meeting before the Autumn started so that we could eat and meet twice a year but COVID and other national exigencies has generally reduced our meetings down to one. Of course some of us are now approaching the age when we have 80th birthdays to celebrate (my own being last May year) and the tradition is being kept alive by the special postponed 60th birthday party (now a 65th birthday party) being thrown by one of our number in about ten days time in a gastropub in the Berkshire area to which I am looking forward tremendously. This month is going to be especially poignant for me as my wife of nearly 60 years, Meg, left us on 10th May last year, the day before my 80th birthday (with exquisite timing, so that my birthday celebrations were not adversely impacted) But there are lots of other things going on as well. In the forthcoming week there are two U3A (University of the Third Age) events taking place and about a fortnight later, we have a coach trip organised for us to go o Bakewell in Derbyshire and also a viewing of Kedleston Hall which to National Trust members is a ‘free’ visit. Now that the weather has improved, I am sure that many of us will seize the opportunity to hold little impromptu garden parties in our own houses – once I have my patio professionally restored to some of its former glory and I am not so ashamed on my neglected back garden, I will also almost certainly invite all and sundry to visit so that we can enjoy the fine weather. It will also give me an incentive to do some judicious clipping back and restoration of some of the flower beds. I always used to reckon that if you were on top of the gardening activities in April-June, then the rest of the year was plain sailing but if anything happened to disrupt getting the garden into good shape during these three months, it was very hard to catch up during the rest of the year.

The day started off with some lengthy telephone calls with my Bank as they had intercepted a possible scam raid upon my banking account which their own fraud department had intercepted. Nonetheless, it took the best part of an hour and half to completely get the issue resolved which we did, after which I went to collect my American friend for our trip out to Alcester.  The weather was glorious and we spent a delightful time ‘doing’ a selection of charity shops before we finally alighted upon one of those ‘Aladdin’s Cave’ type of shops that sells a whole range of ironmongery and household requisites. My friend was absolutely bowled over by this store and we spent quite a lot of time in it and I finished  up buying some stationery, a sewing kit of threads and needles to help to reattach some missing buttons and a very reasonably priced trowel. We visited the local Anglican church which has roots back to the 12th century and we enjoyed the simplicity of the interior. My friend and I were minded to light candles for our loved, departed ones but there were no candles available to be bought (next time, we visit, we will bring our own little tea lights) But they did have a delightful little ‘prayer and intentions’ tree in which  worshippers could write their messages and them affix them to one of the branches of the tree (which I did) Then we managed to repark the car into a designated space and went for our lunch where I had not been for a couple of years but where the waitress remembered me (and I was pleased that I remembered her first name as well) Afterwards we hit the charity shops again and I found a 100% glazed cotton shirt by Next and superior to the run of the mill shirts in that it actually had insertable collar stiffeners and was exactly the right collar size. From another charity shop I espied a glass decanter which I thought would be useful to me for middle-of-the-night drinks in and, egged on by my American friend  who had spotted a minute chip, successfully negotiated the price down from £3 to £1. We then made our way home on what was a blazing afternoon and enjoyed some of our own flavours of ice cream in the garden. After a bit of a rest, my friend enjoyed a light tea of melon, brambles and original Greek yogurt  and than watched the catch-up edition of Question Time before I ran my friend back to her own house after what had been a really delightful day for the two of us. The Bank Holiday looms ahead for both us and neither of us has much inclination to roam very far afield so we are going to keep in touch by text and then decide what other little ventures we might undertake once we have got our various domestic tasks undertaken.

So a new bright day has dawned and I took a minute or so to gaze admiringly on my newly cleaned up patio from the vantage point of an upstairs landing window – I must say that it looked great in its de-mossed state and I think I probably need to give it a good stiff brushing once per week to keep it in good condition. The first thing I did this morning was to send a text to a specialist steam cleaning company recommended to me by my domestic help who spoke very highly of their work. I think the whole patio needs a re-pointing/re-cementing and will then be in a condition to have a specialist clean but I need the advice of an expert whether this is the right way round in which to do things. In the meanwhile, there is some lawn edging to be done and general garden restoration work in the vicinity of the patio but now I won’t be ashamed of its condition when  or if guests come round to visit. After all, what is the point of a nice garden if you never have the chance to enjoy it. As soon as my finances stabilise a little, I need to employ a good regular gardener, but these are hard to find so I may have to ask around some of my immediate neighbours for a recommendation. I know that the husband/partner of one of Meg’s carers did what I call ‘rough and ready’ garden restoration work so it might be time to give him a ring as well. Although it is true to say that the back garden is overgrown at the moment, there is so much building work going on all around me so, up to a point, I have been not displeased to let the garden grow on for a bit to provide me with some shielding from the sights and sounds of the incessant building work. Fortunately, Meg was not aware of this during her lifetime and it might have distressed her so that is a bad thing avoided. Actually, I have just  found a UK-made 7-minute video of the restoration of a garden path/patio which looked in the same condition as mine and it was very instructive. Mind you, there was an  initial jet washing, followed by sodium hypochlorite solution  to kill of weed seedlings, followed. by another  jet wash, followed by a specialist repointing followed.  a third jet wash so I need to get used to a multi-stage process if the whole job is to be done correctly. When Meg and I had this done in Hampshire, I think a specialist sort of thing glaze was applied last of all to help to keep  the driveway in a really good condition – and it did help to sell the house because  our drive way looked magnificent compared with that of my immediate neighbour. There are so many ‘cowboys’ in this business that I must take care to find a good restorer who will do a good job at a reasonable price and so I might need to take my time and plenty of advice before I commit myself to having this whole job done.

My Tai Chi class proceeded as planned but when I went to have my customary teacakes-and-coffee,  I was served by my American friend who I was not expecting to see but who had evidently just taken on a volunteering role in the kitchen of the Methodist Centre. I had quite a jolly chat with some of the ladies present, including two new additions to the class which is always welcome to see. We chatted about holidays, airports and some of the normal crop of travellers’ tales. I left after about an hour when others were leaving to do their shopping. It was beautiful day and I knew that the car was very dirty but I had enough time on my hands so thought I would go and assess the do-it-yourself car wash facilities at our local BP garage. They had two unoccupied units side by side and you could purchase a variety of rinses and washes at the price of £2 for 4 minutes. I thought that 4 minutes would not be time enough to clean a car this dirty so I payed £4.00 for a variety of rinses, foam washes and final rinses. As it turned out, eight minutes  was just about enough time to do the car justice, so I was pleasantly surprised. I think at that price and availability I might try and build this up into a weekly routine because the price for the car wash was not much more than the price of a cup of coffee these days. The windscreens is a left a little smeary but I don’t mind the little job of doing a quick clean of this when I get the car home and the weather has cooled down. Then I had a chat with my neighbour about this and that and made myself a salad lunch. After lunch, I was delighted to get a text from the owner/proprietor of the patio cleaning company and we have agreed a time of 9.00am tomorrow morning for him to call around and give me a quote. I was equally delighted to discover  that his firm might do the entire renovation for me which is just what I want. In the late afternoon, I went out to cut back the lawn which had crept over the years over the side of the patio and several inches of turf needed to be removed. These took a combination of half moon tools, lawn edging shears and brushes and, of course I had to renovate (.e. sharpen) the steel instruments as they had not been used for a couple of years. Under normal circumstances, I am quite meticulous about cleaning my gardening tools before putting them away and generally giving them a protective spray of WD40 or its equivalent each time.  Many of us are savouring that the King managed to deliver a subtle barb to Donald Trump in his recent visit to the White House. During a state dinner at the White House on April 28, 2026, King Charles III jokingly told U.S. President Donald Trump that if it weren’t for British ancestors, Americans would be speaking French. This comment was a humorous, witty retort to President Trump’s earlier assertion that without American intervention in World War II, Europe would be ‘speaking German’. The king could rely upon the fact that with an abysmal knowledge of early American history, Donald Trump would have no idea what the King was talking about and whilst the joke was lost on Trump, it was fully appreciated by all of the other guests at the dinner.

All eyes at the moment are on the Royal visit to the USA to commemorate the 250 years of American independence and it is probably far to say that both sides were trying to stick to their prepared scripts which might make a faint reference to present disagreements between the respective governments but were emphasising special relationships, unique bonds and all the rest of it. But then Donald Tump decided to go off-piste and refer to the Iranian conflict implying that King Charles was fully committed to the American involvement in the conflict. The British diplomatic team must have been holding their breaths wondering what else Trump would say as our King was trying to keep as non-political as possible. I am sure that the British officials will be so relieved when all of these junketings are over and the King and Queen are safely back home in the UK. I am sure that ing Charles was playing his part as well as he could but with an unpredictable American president almost anything can happen. As soon as this American adventure is over, attention will turn to domestic British politics because all of the indications are that the Labour party will be put to the sword in the local elections in a week’s time and they will lose many of their voters both to the right (to the Reform party) and  to the left (the Greens) I suspect that it is quite probable that Starmer may well be toppled at this point, the only massive stumbling block being that there is no evident successor to assume the role of Prime Minister as Andy Burnham, the current mayor of Manchester, has yet to find and win a seat in Parliament.  My son called around this morning after his early morning swim and we dissected world politics a little – he has told me about a couple of really informative programmes about the Suez crisis that I really must make time to watch. Perhaps because I was a little over tired I had a rather disturbed night’s sleep last night but the day is dawning brightly with the prospect of first shopping and then a bit more gardening in store in this week which  actually is rather a quiet one. Both my son and I are getting ready for two ‘big’ weekends in about ten days time. I am looking forward to my trip down to South Oxfordshire to attend my friend’s birthday party (and it happens to be the anniversary of Meg’s death). On my son’s part, there is going to be a massive school reunion to be held in York where my son can meet up with many of his generation who seem to all have had successful careers but are now themselves approaching retirement age. My son is recalling some of the escapades which are part of schoolboy life and they have even located one of their old masters who is to come along to share in their celebrations (hints of ‘Goodbye, Mr, Chips’ at this point) When you meet people  after a gap of decades sometimes people are unrecognisable wheres others look as though  they have scarcely aged over their lifetimes. 

Aa it is the middle of the week, I make my way down to the Methodist Centre where I indulge in a cup of coffee and a toasted teacake, I was joined by the extremely lively 95 year old who hails from Manchester (and we had both worked in Oxford Road, Manchester in the 1960’s) and has just returned to the UK from Spain where she had lived for many years. This lady has led a very energetic life – in her younger years she had walked most of the Lake District fells and mountains whilst in Spain where he lived near the sea she used to swim across the bay every day to keep herself fit. In fact she has invited me round for a meal when we can both spare the time but she has to fit in another visit to Spain first. I bumped int one of the original coffee crowd who used to meet in the Waitrose cafe. In fact there were six of us altogether and sometimes more when other friends and acquaintances joined in. But Waitrose closed its coffee bar and many of us transferred our allegiance to the adjacent Wetherspoons. `But now three of the original six are living in residential accommodation and Meg, of course, is no longer with us so I am left with one remaining friend from the original group. But we do tend to bump each other on a Wednesday when it is my friend’s turn on the rota to open up the Methodist Centre and get things prepared  for the keep fit classes and the coffee bar. After I had spent an hour here I departed to go and do my weekly shopping which, fortunately, is extremely quiet at this time of the week. When I got home, I prepared myself a salad lunch and then watched some of the news programmes. I went outside in the mid afternoon to finally finish off the moss scraping from the patio at the back of the house and it looks so improved. However, I need to get in touch with a firm that will do the necessary re-grouting/re-pointing of the slabs (a lengthy job) before I have the whole thing pressure washed. The remainder of the afternoon was spent going through the newspapers to see if anything needed to be saved before the great ‘throwing away’ of the newspapers where the local authority collects our green bin once a fortnight. This task was assisted by the consumption of ice cream, necessary when the weather is warm. I also made a booking at the hostelry in Alcester which I am going to visit on Friday and anticipate having some of their magnificent home-made lasagne. Alcester is a pretty little Georgian town with lots of independent shops and  an array of charity shops which nearly always contain some superb merchandise. In the past, I bought some of Meg’s clothes there and the kitchenware is always well worth a look. The town also contains one of the old fashioned ironmongers crammed to the rafters  with all kinds of utensils and kitchen aids which are always  tempting and one doesn’t see in the run-of-the-mill supermarkets. In the past, I have bought some of the stationery items as well such as large packs of different sizes of envelopes which I like to have in stock.

When I woke up yesterday morning, it was to a cloudy and blustery day which I had not been expecting, as we had had a succession of bright  blue skies and early morning sunshine. I had wanted to complete some of the clearing work on my patio and this task is not unpleasant if the weather is fine but not to be fancied if the weather is somewhat inclement. It always use to amuse me when  read in one of my gardening books, principally about the sowing of seeds in the springtime that the gardener should ‘Choose a fine Day’. When browsing on my system  I found a series of abot a dozen photos of Meg that I had forgotten about and some of them are duplicates but most of them ae of Meg taken when she was in her 30’s at the Scraptoft Campus of De Montfort University bt one of them is my favourite of Meg where the original had been rescued from a staff noticeboard and another holiday snap of a group taken in Pisa with the leaning tower in the background. Meanwhile, the war (or rather ceasefire) of attrition is rumbling on in the background. Iranian officials revealed yesterday what is in the phased deal that Tehran has apparently offered to Washington. The basic idea is to negotiate an opening of the Strait of Hormuz first and set aside the stickier issue of Iran’s nuclear enrichment until the war is ended and disputes over shipping from the Gulf are resolved. The Americans just see this as playing for time and thee is zero trust between the two sides. Given the number of broken promises, not to mention deadlines, one can well imagine the Iranian frustration with the current Trump regime and although Pakistani diplomats are no doubt making their best efforts in the background, the omens are not good. Isn’t it interesting though how the whole revelations from the Epstein files has been completely forgotten about by the media whilst our attention has been distracted by a war, an assassination attempt and finally a royal visit of the King and Queen to America. But we may have a dramatic developments on the domestic political front, though, as the Commons may well vote today to refer Keir Starmer to the Committee on Privileges  on the basis of a claim of having misled Parliament – the greatest Parliamentary sin. How the vote will go is unclear, but Labour MPs may well vote reluctantly in support of the Prime Minister saying to themselves that after disastrous by-election results anticipated in just over a week’s time. he may well be forced to resign anyway. I am reminded in the final rounds of elections for s French president, deputies may well have had to vote for a candidate who they did not endorse but the alternatives, usually from the far Right, was infinitely worse.  To make their point, the Deputies used to vote with a clothes peg on their noses  which was a dramatic manifestation of their feelings and demonstrated both reluctance and distaste for voting the ways in which they did. The vote may well be influenced b various Downing Street aides who are due to give evidence before the Foreign Office Select Committee this morning and teir evidence might  be especially revealing.

I took the car int town this morning to collect my copy of my daily newspaper and, upon my return set to work to complete the rest of the moss clearance from my rear patio. I an anticipated this would only take half and hour but actually, it took the best part of an hour and a half one  had undertaken some additional weeds clearance and tidying up. It was now time for me t attend my Pilates session and, to be honest, I felt a little like ‘death warmed up’ by this stage. But despite feeling all in at the start of the session, I actually t somewhat better a the end of it and then made progress home. Jere I was disinclined to cook myself a full scale lunch so made do with half a can of soup. Then, by prior arrangement. my American friend called round and neither of us felt 100%. But after some relaxing chat and a bit of TV we both felt better. and speculated whether or endorphins had been stimulated to make s feel better. As the afternoon gave way to evening, we entertained ourselves by watching the American liberal political podcasts (which my friend finds fascinating, by the way) before we started to think about some tea for the two of s. My friend had brought along some nice Italian ham so we finished off preparing a meal of ham, cheese, cottage cheese and beetroot which  was high in protein and low in carbohydrates and therefore good for both us. I lent my friend my book entitled ‘Guts’ which I found incredibly informative when I first purchased it about eight years ago and where I have been reliably informed, the communication between specialised cells (similar to brain cells) and  he brain itself remains one of the last unexplored areas of science. The media is full of the visit of the King and Queen to America ad Trump appeared to me to be a little doddery both in reading out a prepared script and also literally holding himself together but of course the conventional Main Street Media does not concern  itself with personal details.

An interesting but theoretical question has arisen as a result f the latest assassination attempt on Donad Trump. Although the would-be assassin did not actually penetrate the assembly hall containing thousands of distinguished journalists. But if there had been a concerted effort on behalf of a group instead of one ‘lone wolf’ then Trump, his wife and at least one half of the cabinet could have been wiped out in one fell swoop. Further military style planning might have to be thought about when this annual event is staged again bt postponed to later on th ear and aalso looking to the years ahead as this is an annual event. In the House of Commons, it looks as though Kei Starmer narrowly survived a vote which meant that hos conduct would not now be referred to the Committee on Privileges which is what did for Boris Johnson at the end of the day.

After the recent quasi-assassination attempt on Trump in the USA and the impending visit of our King and Queen, the inevitable question arises about their safety and the probity of the visit.  I happen to think that allowing the visit to go ahead is probably a wise course of action for a variety of reasons, not least that the King is in a unique position to help the repair the bad state of relationships into which we have fallen with the USA. I keep saying to myself that the Trump era is surely limited if only because of the state of Trump’s health but, there again, a post-Trump regime in the USA might be almost as unfriendly as the current one, particularly if J D Vance takes over. Trump is already turning the shooting into what he hopes is a massive political advantage by saying that this shooting would never have happened if the venue had been his ‘big and beautiful’ (i.e. hideously garish) huge new ballroom he is intent on building in the White House. There are some voices in the States who are arguing that the whole thing was stage-managed and, although I would not go that far, there are some curious aspects of the whole affair. Normally, the American security services would have shot a potential assassin dead on the spot but the gunman appeared to be completely uninjured. As with so much in the current political scene in the USA, there is more here than meets the eye. I am pretty sure that our King and Queen should be safe enough in the USA and security  may well have been tightened even further but who knows? The week ahead is going to be a quiet one but the week after that promises to be rather frantic with a Spanish conversation class, a ‘Curry Club’ meeting  and then a trip at the weekend to South Oxfordshire. In the meanwhile, I am trying to get on with bits of gardening but not sufficient to wreck myself which is quite possible at this time of year. I have started to think a little more about breakfasts in a desire to start off the day healthily. If I am a little pushed for time, I have an avocado with some Thousand Island dressing in the hollow created by the removal of the (large) stone. More recently, I have started to mix together some maple syrup (of which I just happened to have some but now exhausted), Greek yogurt, full cream milk and then finally some porridge oats all the ingredients being mixed up well and then placed in the fridge overnight for the various ingredients to blend with each other. Although it is only the start of the week, I realise that there are several things that I am running out of so I probably need to make a lightning visit to the supermarket later on today. Now that that the weather has turned sunny, some ice-cream becomes a necessity rather than a luxury- I try and buy better ice-cream but I do realise that the cheaper brands are probably full of junk ingredients these days.
 
Language is the meat-and-drink of politics and this is why a few ill chosen words can end a political career. I was reminded of this on the James O’Brien LBC show when he reminded us of the gaffe made by Dominic Raab, the Brexit Secretary,  which probably ended his political career – or certainly destroyed his credibility, In a surprising admission, the Brexit Secretary said he had not realised how essential it was in getting food and medicine into the UK. Speaking at a technology conference, Mr Raab also admitted that the range of goods in British shops could be scaled back if a frictionless trade deal with the EU is not struck in time for Brexit. He indicates that we want a bespoke arrangement that recognises the peculiar, frankly, geographic economic entity that is the United Kingdom. ‘We are, and I hadn’t quite understood the full extent of this, but if you look at the UK and how we trade in goods, we are particularly reliant on the Dover-Calais crossing, and that is one of the reasons why, and there has been a lot of controversy on this, that is one of the reasons why we’ve wanted to make sure we have a specific and very proximate relationship with the EU to ensure frictionless trade at the border’.  MPs and pro-EU campaigners said his comments were proof the Government cannot be trusted to handle Brexit. Labour’s Shadow Brexit Minister Jenny Chapman asked how are we meant to trust this government to deliver a good deal for this country when we have a Brexit Secretary who doesn’t even understand the very basics of Brexit? Jo Stevens, a Labour MP and supporter of the Best for Britain campaign, said: ‘We finally have an admission of what we have known all along – that the Brexiteers had not really thought through any of the impacts of leaving the EU. British jobs, supplies and services rely on key border crossings like the Dover strait and the fact that the Brexit Secretary is only just realising this is a serious cause for concern’ Another political gaffe was that made by the Agriculture junior minister, Edwina Currie, who opined ‘Most of the egg production in this country, sadly, is now affected with salmonella’ and this, whilst  being quite true, sank her without trace. This statement caused a massive public outcry, a 60% drop in egg sales, the slaughter of 4 million hens, and led to her resignation. That provoked James O’Brien’s recollection of the Dominic Raab gaffe was the statement by the American White House Press secretary, Karoline Leavitt, that the Straits of Hormuz lay adjacent to the coastline of Iran so it is hardly any wonder that they now control them. I am reminded of the tart remark made to the effect that ‘War is God’s way of teaching Americans geography’ and indeed American lack of knowledge of this traditional academic discipline is legendary. In the morning, our domestic help called around a day earlier than usual and, after a chat, I shot into town to get some provisions. On Thursday, it is our domestic help’s 30th wedding anniversary which is also known as the ‘pearl’ anniversary. Then a really extraordinary thing happened because  our domestic help, in retrieving a roll of kitchen paper knocked behind a cupboard found a plastic bag containing some of Meg’s pearl jewellery (probably cultivated or river pearls) Delighted by this find, I evidently was delighted to make a gift of them to our domestic help to help her celebrate her anniversary in style and I also bought a bottle of rosé Prosecco and a card with which to celebrate the day. In the afternoon, after a salad lunch, I cut our back lawns which is not too big a job and then, after a bowl of ice-cream spent another ¾ hour de-mossing he patio at the rear of the house. I think this process is about two thirds completed and means that I will not be ashamed to sit out at the back once I have finished  the ‘clearance’ part of the job, perhaps as early as tomorrow.

I had a rather disturbed night, the night  before  last, largely struggling with technology again. Buoyed at my success in restoring access to the iPlayer and other channels on my Toshiba TV, I thought I would have one more attempt to see if I could locate the browser which appeared to have been removed since the last update. Although not listed in the apps list directly, i found that by searching for the term ‘browser’  could locate the primitive browser which had originally been installed – I think it might be an obscure one called ‘Silk’ So this means that I can now access my video speeches and photos from out 50th wedding anniversary on the big screen at which I am delighted. So I decided to stitch in the details of my ‘Mozart’ web site and this seemed to work up to a point as the actual web page would display. But clicking on any of the links to access the music (the whole point of the website) just generated a message which said ‘This browser is no longer supported – please update’ I was an offered three alternatives of Firefox, Chrome and Opera but in each case after the file had been loaded to the TV, I got a system message (‘Cannot open file’ as it was, after all, a TV to which I was downloading and not a computer) So after fiddling about with this for ages, in the middle of the night, I came to the view that  I could not ever get this to work on such a primitive installation of accessing the world wide web on this particular TV.  But later on in the morning when my brain had had a chance to think things through, I undertook another experiment which was to put some of the rolling displays of photos of Meg’s life on the TV and I got this to work without  a hitch. But this is because  all of the photos/videos are stored on my own web-space whereas the Mozart clips were having to work through YouTube so I have concluded that the ‘Update your browser’ message emanates not from my TV but from YouTube which I was using to play the Mozart videos and soundtracks. At least, now I know (or think I knw)

In the morning, I was due to pick up my Italian friend and take her to church in time for the 8.30am service but she texted me to say that she did not feel well enough to attend the service this morning. About once a month, we have a sort of ‘folk’ mass where instead of having an organist we have a trio of parents playing their guitars and leading the hymn singing. Today, after the service, I wet to the parish hall to have mu coffee and biscuits. There one of the parishioners is due to give birth to her second child within the next week and as she was feeling a little uncomfortable, I took her other child and jiggled it up and down on my knee (and I have the photograph to prove it) I must say I had forgotten just how heavy a 2½ year old can be but I a can astonish some of my friends and acquaintances by showing them my ‘Catholic’ baby. After the service, I go and get some money out of the ATM whilst it is quiet, fill up the car with petrol and collect my newspaper before coming home to have a ‘treat’ of a breakfast which is fried eggs on a slice of toasted sourdough bread. I was particularly pleased to receive a text from my University of Winchester friend whose birthday party I shall be attending in a fortnight’s time. So I now have complete instructions how to get to the party as well as giving in my choices of food for the sit-down meal. As the birthday party is on the actual anniversary of Meg’s death, I shall attend an early morning Mass on that day and then make tracks straight away for the 85 mile journey to South Oxfordshire.  I made myself a large curry type meal for lunch will last me for a couple of days and then, after that, I made myself give the front lawn a cutting which it needed and the weather was fine. To be honest, I was getting a bit fed up with the constant news obsession of the latest assassination attempt upon Trump and the back  awn which is easier to cut can wait until the next day. I am not an avoid follower of football but every so often a footballing story arises which grabs my attention. Now Southampton have been struggling at the bottom of the premier League all season and are in constant danger of relegation. But this year, they are having a good run in the FA Cup and were drawn against the very successful Manchester City. Yesterday, they managed to score a goal against City to make the score 1-0 and only had to hang on for 10 minutes to secure victory.But City scored equalised three minutes later and then scored a decisive extra goal towards the end of injury time to knock Southampton out of the Cup. But Manchester City have been in the final about four times in four years, and I was desperately hoping that Southampton could hang onto their lead and enjoy their place in the final. A parallel story is also happening to Leeds who are about fifth from the bottom and are today  playing Chelsea for a place in the final. I must be careful not to hear the score in any news bulletins because highlights of the match are to be shown on terrestrial TV at 10.30 this evening, so I shall watch them whilst being tucked up in bed. If Leeds do make it the final, they will almost certainly be put to the slaughter by Manchester City but in the FA Cup strange things can and do happen. When Leeds did make it the FA Cup Final in their more glorious days, they were always defeated by ‘inferior’ teams, one of them from the then (then) Second division as I remember it. Next week does not hold out any particularly exciting prospects except that on Friday, I intend to take my American friend to experience the delights of Alcester, a little  Georgian town not too far distant. The High Street is packed full of independent shops and some excellent charity outlets. In addition, one of the local hostelries always does a special pensioner’s menu home-made lasagne which is always beautifully prepared and delicious tasting but we have to ensure that we have made a booking for this two or three days in advance.