So pleased to see you back here Paul. So sorry about the shit weather in Anglesey and the ongoing changes you are having to adjust to. I’m actually getting 3 nights in Northumberland in October with my dear friend Judith looking after Rony. I’m longing for the sea and the boat trip to the Farnes. I have little knowledge of the Classics - in awe of your reading. And I want to jump up and down with delight about the award listing. Richly deserved. You are the biz! Thinking of you and sending love from us both. X
My urge to paddle in the sea last week was fulfilled with a dash to Skegness and I posted pics on paperbagstories.substack.com of my 15 minute paddle. By coincidence our granddaughters were in Anglesey visiting their other grandparents, who we do not know. Our daughter and son-in-law joined them for a few days and sent us a postcard 2nd class, which arrived the next day (!) and our postie said, as he handed me the postcard, ‘We were there last week. It was lovely.’ My wife Susan is like a raptor when it comes to my lungs. She watches me like a hawk and our Skegness dash took account of the weather. Every point you make about living with pulmonary fibrosis is something we recognise. Am I imagining it, but you are sounding a little more cheerful than you did. The book prize for The Search must be a great lift. I know having a Nottingham City Transport 35 bus named after me seemed like a boost physically as well as mentally. I found energy I didn’t know I had! Congratulations.🐰
Deep, taking me to new places, more food for thought..
Off subject, I've been reflecting on the past a lot recently.
I'm still very much engaged on the usual social media platforms, the interactions help, particularly the humour..
On the subject of reading I posted the below.
'My maternal grandparents were farmers, up Emley Moor. They had an outside toilet, instead of loo roll they had a pile of old telephone directories (don't know where they got them from}.
Anyhow, it could account for the fact that I can never go to the loo without something to read'.
Have a good week Paul, look forward to more from you. Best wishes Bill,
So pleased to see you back here Paul. So sorry about the shit weather in Anglesey and the ongoing changes you are having to adjust to. I’m actually getting 3 nights in Northumberland in October with my dear friend Judith looking after Rony. I’m longing for the sea and the boat trip to the Farnes. I have little knowledge of the Classics - in awe of your reading. And I want to jump up and down with delight about the award listing. Richly deserved. You are the biz! Thinking of you and sending love from us both. X
My urge to paddle in the sea last week was fulfilled with a dash to Skegness and I posted pics on paperbagstories.substack.com of my 15 minute paddle. By coincidence our granddaughters were in Anglesey visiting their other grandparents, who we do not know. Our daughter and son-in-law joined them for a few days and sent us a postcard 2nd class, which arrived the next day (!) and our postie said, as he handed me the postcard, ‘We were there last week. It was lovely.’ My wife Susan is like a raptor when it comes to my lungs. She watches me like a hawk and our Skegness dash took account of the weather. Every point you make about living with pulmonary fibrosis is something we recognise. Am I imagining it, but you are sounding a little more cheerful than you did. The book prize for The Search must be a great lift. I know having a Nottingham City Transport 35 bus named after me seemed like a boost physically as well as mentally. I found energy I didn’t know I had! Congratulations.🐰
The best of luck to you Paul. More Dante and what I term as scenario planning. I love Angelsey even in the rain.
What an engaging writer you are, Paul.
Deep, taking me to new places, more food for thought..
Off subject, I've been reflecting on the past a lot recently.
I'm still very much engaged on the usual social media platforms, the interactions help, particularly the humour..
On the subject of reading I posted the below.
'My maternal grandparents were farmers, up Emley Moor. They had an outside toilet, instead of loo roll they had a pile of old telephone directories (don't know where they got them from}.
Anyhow, it could account for the fact that I can never go to the loo without something to read'.
Have a good week Paul, look forward to more from you. Best wishes Bill,