Month: March 2018

Sunday morning. A final chat with my sister about family matters and then off to London to see my oldest friend. No time for the Tate Gallery; I will have to return. My goodness, the rail companies are catching up with technology. On the Thames Link train from East Croydon to Blackfriars what do I see? A rolling information screen in each carriage which tells me how full the carriages are, where...

J D Wetherspoon's  "The George" in Croydon is not where you expect to find works of art. This establishment early on a Saturday morning had a very quiet " the morning after"  feel to it. There was a couple with their child eating breakfast, two people sitting on their own having a coffee and reading the paper and one person of indeterminate age staring into space. I had been looking round for...

When visiting London, we always take the same bus to Bath and always visit the same coffee bar which is that of the Methodist Church a stones throw from the station. I saw a feature in the coffee bar that delighted me. May I refer you to one of my previous diary entries about loneliness To my amazement I saw a version of the ideaI was given the little stone with a heart on to give to other...

This is a special day. My wife is treating me to a day out. It is a special day for another reason. She has been invited to a donors' event for an organisation called World Vision which encourages individuals to sponsor particular children in various parts of the world, and also gives sponsorship to people in country areas in for example Africa who have no water. She has been sponsoring...

For many people in the world, the daily routine is punishing. They find the strength to get up, make some sort of breakfast, deal with children, go off to work often at the national minimum wage, go along to an evening job while the husband looks after the children, and come in at 10 PM exhausted. After a simple meal just designed to keep body and soul together to bed and up again next morning...

Just imagine my surprise when I received a lovely letter from the above lady that I haven't heard of with an unpronounceable name. My name is Mrs. Fathiea Al Bitar, I would have like to have a private discussion with you, If you don't mind. Please let me know if my letter is welcome, I will tell you more about my self with my photo and why I contacted you. Mrs. Fathiea Al Bitar I remember many...