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‘How’s My Day?’ Well nothing particularly noteworthy occurred, but how was my Thursday just gone? We were in Lilliput, Dorset catching the last of the summer sunshine. The picture on the TV has been deteriorating recently but my twittering on about it has fallen on deaf ears so I decided to use reverse psychology and never mutter a word again. It worked a treat and on Thursday my dear husband suggested we go out to buy a new telly. We set off in MY car to John Lewis in Poole and due to his impatience he scraped one of the near -side alloys on a pavement. I was furious! Two minutes l

For the last few months ITV4 (Freeview ch 25) have been showing old football matches at 6pm every weekday evening. I've watched quite a few; an interesting burst of nostalgia. Today, the featured match - running about 30 mins - was Spurs v Forest from October 79. Forest lost 1-0. One of the Spurs defenders was Chris Hughton. It's repeated at 12.20 tomorrow.

I'm not sure who sketched those but the father of my childhood playmates at Mapperley did sketches for the Football Post certainly in the 50s . He was called Ted Duncan and his sketches seemed to be of the amateur local matches rather than the bigger league teams .

Glad to hear your treatment is moving along colly.

Great sound of Chris Rea'' Save your crying for the day''

Blackberry and Apple crumble with lashings of piping hot custard......Yummo You have to be careful picking blackberries here especially on the road side as they are a declared noxious weed and have been most likely sprayed. Never seen a Bramley apple in OZ, we have to make do with Granny Smith as cookers.

This afternoon I've mostly been wandering the streets of a city I barely recognise. started from Victoria Centre (Emetts clock is silent now days), down to the square. Long Row, Parliament Street, High Street etc. Most striking feature? (apart from the new road layout and vast amount of student accommodation), the number of food outlets and women don't wear skirts anymore. It served to remind me I'm a dinosaur. The food eaten outdoors I don't recognise, the number of youngsters speaking a language I didn't recognise, using a card the ef^&*&^* machine in the car park refused t

About twenty five years ago, I was helping to clear my mother in law’s garage after her partner died. He was a jobbing builder and had a tendency to “acquire” stuff that was left lying around on sites, including an ancient Record No.1 engineers vice which wasn’t working. I brought it home and it spent more than two decades in a damp shed getting rusty, then a few years under a bench in the garage where the dust stopped it rusting any more. I dug it out today, gave it a liberal application of 3in1 oil, cleaned it up, and after a bit of effort, finally got it moving in and out. I the

'Processing' Tomatoes. Today I picked yet more tomatoes. I'm overrun with the things and neighbours have stopped answering their doors when I turn up with another couple of pounds of them. Thing is.. the big 'Crimson Crush' ones are beautiful, and easy to process into a reduced sauce. They look quite peculiar inside when cut open and have a lot of very small seed compartments containing very few seeds, rather than the normal two. The rest is solid sweet flesh. They can be cut into 'burger sized' slices which turn a burger in a bun into something divine. For storage they just