Friko's World

When I heard young Morse (in a repeat of Endeavour)  recite the last two stanzas of A.E. Houseman’s  “How Clear, How Lovely Bright...

Sunday wears a crown, and has a golden beard and a ring. Sunday sings his psalms, and laughs and jokes, and teaches his lessons in a boomi...

And so it goes, there’s little change; days flow into each other, one after the other. This is how I started the last entry in a private d...

On the terrace of the RSC Stratford-upon Avon Beloved sitting on the left. The thought has been in my head off and on for the past...

for the kind enquiries I’ve had from  many of you as to my state of mind and general wellbeing or otherwise. You realise, don’t you, that ...

There’s no point pretending it’s not happening. No point in sticking my head in the sand or hiding behind a nice big woolly mum. It is ha...

Do the Chinese go in for New Year’s Resolutions? Mid-February already, so what’s happened to your New Year’s Resolutions?  Kicked into th...

Castle Moat It’s summer, it’s June and therefore double birthday month at Castle Moat. A pair of Geminis for those who attach import...

I was quite pleased with myself last week. There are few weeks when I can sidestep the black hole altogether, and keeping a black cock h...

“What’s libertarian?”  Beloved couldn’t give me a definite answer. We were both guessing. It’s late Sunday morning and we are having break...

At a 93rd birthday party recently I was sitting on the sofa next to Wendy, a sweet old widow lady, a fellow guest. Nearly all the gue...

I looked at the everlasting calendar this morning to find the exact date for a friend’s birthday, mainly to see if there was time to send a ...

                              I will be kinder, more patient, eat less, exercise more, read improving books, leave behind childish and frivo...

I’ve joined the ranks of the doddery, confused old ladies. The ones with capacious bags, shawls and gloves and a head like a sieve. I wen...

The plan was to leave home before midmorning, to drop Beloved off in town to do his errands at his own pace and for me to scoot around, r...

Nine months ago we accepted an estimate for a complete overhaul of the windows on the South side of the house, all eight of them. Ditto the...

“Have you lost interest in blogging? “ Beloved seemed a little concerned. “No, why?” Beloved has noticed that I spend more time downstai...

If anybody checked my Google searches they’d either have a fairly detailed picture of me quite quickly or they’d get a headache. With one ha...

Often I find myself in complete agreement with the people whose blogs I read; the reason is probably that I tend to follow bloggers who are...

I am from a poor people’s kitchen with a large table . . . . . .  What has happened to tables? In particular kitchen tables? What has ...