Well here we are again, The Man and I in our cosy little flat
in crystal palace. We did have a very nice week away; but it is nice to come
back to our own bed.
We have put our clocks forward this weekend and are now in British
Summer Time. I do wonder why it is called that and not just daylight Saving
Time. People are joking about it being ‘summer’ time, when in reality it is
still only spring. And a chilly spring it is too. Even here in London the
temperature has still not gone much above six or even degrees, and we even had
a flurry of snow earlier in the day.
OK, the standard of food has dropped a bit; well he always says
that he didn’t marry me for my cooking. To think when I was still at school I wanted
to be a cooking teacher. Probably would have made a good comedy sit-com.
We’ve just been watching a TV programmed about an old
sit-com called The Good Life. I think this has been on because of the recent
death of one of the main actors Richard Briers.
We also caught the tail end of another of his comedic roles,
that of Martin Bryce, an obsessive middle-aged man who is at the centre of his
local community. This relatively unsympathetic
character was the opposite of his Good Life character, Tom Good.
Lots of us wanted to do exactly what Tom and Barbara did, drop
out of society and become self-sufficient.
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