Chris Turner Way back in July 1939, dad was born in Sunningdale, in the Royal County of Berkshire. He would always make a point of stressing the royal bit. He came into the world precisely two months before war was declared. This may be an odd way to begin this piece, but it was oneContinue reading “My Dad”
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Resolve
As a result of an unforgivable oversight on my part, in the past few days I have been in touch with an old friend. He got me thinking. Thinking about home, about friendship, about respect, about getting old, about cycling, about Leicestershire and about this here titular resolve. I rarely make resolutions, if ever. TheContinue reading “Resolve”
Needles
Now they have a point. Perhaps that’s why I don’t get on with them. Bit of a fainter, me. Blood tests, jabs, knitting. All bring me out in a cold sweat. I’m a proper bloody nuisance when I have to go to the doctors or the hospital. Out here, they have a big bank ofContinue reading “Needles”
Think!
Back when I were a lad, I had a good mate at school. We both had a set of drawing instruments, given to us (probably on loan, now I think about it) by our fathers, who were both of a Royal Naval persuasion, by which I mean that they were sailors. Military men. We wereContinue reading “Think!”
2020 - A Year of Perfect Vision 