A few days ago I had a phone call from the Police. We ended up talking for around 90 minutes; not just having a chinwag but we were going through a statement about one of the recent crimes I suffered. I haven’t talked for 90 minutes combined all of the last 2.5 months and was… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 41 – A life of being nice doesn’t pay.
Coronavirus Diary 40 – How to make friends and influence people
For much of the last week I have been out in my back garden. It’s one of the sole parts of the property that I can make progress with given the state of the world at the moment. In a world where electricians can come in my house to sort out my unsafe electrics… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 40 – How to make friends and influence people
Bushey Heath now and then – Photos of my street from 130 years ago
Long-time readers of my blog will know one of the things I like to do is come across old photos of places and do comparisons with how they are today as with this series of3 old posts of old street scenes across the U.K. Recently as I was looking for something completely difference I actually… Continue reading Bushey Heath now and then – Photos of my street from 130 years ago
Coronavirus Diary 39 – The false dawn
I hope everyone is well. Before I get to my post I read for the first time a news-piece that actually related to me during these virus ridden times. “Solo lockdown is really tough. While people on Twitter and Facebook posted of much-awaited reunions this weekend, and their frustrations at not being able to embrace… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 39 – The false dawn
The Master Oak – The Greatest and Oldest Oak Tree in Middlesex
Following on from my post last week where I visited the old WW2 Pillbox, my walk continued through the Bentley Priory Nature Reserve in NW London. The name Bentley is believed to derive from the Anglo-Saxon word Beonet, which means a place covered in coarse grass, and Leah, a piece of cleared ground on the… Continue reading The Master Oak – The Greatest and Oldest Oak Tree in Middlesex
Coronavirus Diary 38 – Mirrors, Masks and bank robbery!
Yesterday I secured a mini victory in the impossible mission of sorting out a house with no money, no shops and no tradesman. I found a happily foolproof way of attaching things to 200 year old wars and I went on a little wall-fixing frenzy, Paintings, prints, masks, the whole kit and caboodle went up… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 38 – Mirrors, Masks and bank robbery!
Coronavirus Diary 36 -Surprises, good and bad.
I’ve had a sore chest and temperature now for 3 days and slightly sore eyes. Another week, another hopefully false Coronavirus alarm though can truly tell? It’s quite amazing I think that on days like this I would normally be working 18 or 19 hours, walking miles and miles and talking incessantly. To get ill… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 36 -Surprises, good and bad.
Echo Chamber Politics – What’s wrong with being offended?
I don’t know how it is where you live but over here, everyone who is anyone conducts interviews or media broadcasts in front of bookshelves. One or two come over as very poor excuses for a bookshelf especially for a politician. Others have those floor to ceiling type bookcases. I’m not sure why everyone has… Continue reading Echo Chamber Politics – What’s wrong with being offended?
Coronavirus Diary 35 – You can’t fix stupid!
I’ve made a few mistakes in the last few days. The first one was having grown tired of having my new house full of rubbish that can’t be disposed of, I decided to put some art up on the walls to make some space. As I suspected, it turns out that 200 year old walls… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 35 – You can’t fix stupid!
Coronavirus Diary 34 -Social Distancing in a WW2 Pillbox
I was going to post this in a week or two but with it being VE weekend I thought I’d bring it forward a little. I took these photos on one of my once in a blue moon walks, I think around the 15th of April and hopefully will allow for a few posts on… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 34 -Social Distancing in a WW2 Pillbox
Stephen Liddell 