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Plaster board and dust
So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...
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So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them... -
This is the beach at Burbo Bank, Crosby, home of Antony Gormley's cast iron statues, collectively known as 'Another Place'. We... -
Well, we came to an amicable arrangement, quite unplanned as it happened, because Keith got to navigate the car through people's back y...
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What can I say... that Boxing Day walk with Hugh, fix it in your mind with araldite... to remind you that he was here and that you loved him.
The last rime I saw Hugh was in February when he took the trouble to bring his family from Bradford to Bristol to visit me in hospital. He told me about his future plans -- promotion to sereant 2010, stay in to collect a good pension and then set up his own firm. Some years ago I gave him his Great Grandad's dress sword, which he treasured.
I wish so much that he had spoken to me on that fateful evening. Maybe, just maybe, I could have talked him round.
I shall never know but the thought remains to haunt
Grandad.
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