Author: John Curd

Chargers, Chargers Everywhere

We’ve got a charger for Carol’s mobile phone. We’ve got a charger for John’s mobile phone. We’ve got a charger for the lap top. We’ve even got a charger for our electric tooth brush (we like a little luxury in

Fair Following Wind

Billy Bailey was sitting impatiently outside our house wondering when he would eventually be off to have some fun. The waiting was finally over on Friday morning as we finally set sail for Marazion at about 9:15 AM. I use

C-1 and Counting

Final preparations took place today for tomorrow mornings departure for Cornwall. This involved remembering what to pack in the car and how to get the bicycles on to the roof of the car without damaging either (or me, come to

Game for a Laugh

We used to have a very good butcher in Leighton Buzzard called Downhams. Regrettably for us, some time ago the very pleasant chap who ran it, Owen, stopped doing so and retired (I think). What made it stand out from

Cornish Countdown

The season is nearly here; it’s C-3 and the anticipation is tangible. We are planning to set off for Cornwall to start the first trip of our year on Friday 18th. In normal years, Easter marks the beginning of the

Plethora of Parsley

Morrisons supermarket seems to sell parsley by the ton. On Saturday, I needed some to sprinkle onto my Merluza a la Plancha and to mix into the accompanying Spring Vegetables. That left me about 19cwt (19 hundredweight, for those unfamiliar

Fiscal Freeze

Well, here we are, at the dawn of a new financial year so we can now salt away a little more cash into tax-free ISAs to keep the interest from the grabbing hands of our b*****d tax man. (That was,

Alpine Allergy

We’ve been the less-than-proud owners of an HP deskjet 940C printer for a few years. It prints mostly OK, though there are times when it has a tendency to misalign text making it look oblique. It’s most irritating feature however,

Technological Tantrums

Things used to have an uncanny knack of going wrong when I was travelling to the States on business. Poor Carol would be left with a broken something to sort out and with no moral support. It seems to be

Cover-up Saturday

(Posted out of sequence by popular demand.) After getting Billy serviced on Wind-up Friday, Cover-up Saturday was time for Carol and I to try and put his blanket back on without the assistance of a pair of tall, strapping American

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