Tuesday, March 21

I'm missing my home in Bristol

I miss hearing the school children crashing down the hill by our house and the ruckus as they muck around at the crossroads, climbing on a neighbouring wall and arguing under the wonky lamp post outside our front gate. Once 4 boys stood by the lamp post to properly practise a rap that I'd heard them working on since beyond the top of the hill.

They are also a bit naughty, they pinched figs off next-doors tree last year and I suspect it was they not the wind behind the incident reported yesterday in an email from the Chinese lady living there at the moment

One thing want want to let you know. One of the roof on rock pillar at front door* fell down yesterday, due to the strong wind maybe. I found it was moved into the yard this morning by someone, I must say thanks because it is too heavy to move for me. I don't know how to deal with it, just leave it in the yard.
*trans note: front door = gate post in this instance


  1. One of my London flats had a bus stop right at the front door.When the weather was inclement, people waiting for a bus would huddle in our porch...and lean on the panel of door bells.

  2. I'm guessing that's Herman's Hermits leaning on the lamp post!

    1. or George Formby https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vEymZ3rXOmc


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