Moving House! The time has come to pull up roots and hit the high road. Me & Mrs F have lived in our little apartment for over 20yrs. But due to rent increases and ever deteriorating air quality (which has resulted in me developing asthma, sinus problems & other respiratory seasonal issues) it's time to split this crazy scene daddyo.

We are heading back to the frozen North!

We are currently packing boxes - HURRAH! 😂

A few weeks ago, whilst out for a walk/jog thing by the river I did a little half hour podcast rambling on about it all.... it sounds like this...

So it was my birthday yesterday... and today I decided to chop, grill, fry & piece together a most delicious English fried breakfast - complete with Baked Beans! On this episode we have the lovely Mrs F and my brother Dom 👍😀 #englishfriedbreakfast #breakfast #fun #hahaha #news

I was out in the street listening to the birds... and then it started to rain. The End 😁

Walking. Exercising. Chuntering away. Medical stuff. Noisy neighbours. Pandemic stuff. Merry Christmas. All good things! Get in touch through the Anchor app by leaving a voice message or at the usual email address - [email protected]. Happy Holidays!

"A WESTERN CHRISTMAS IN THE OLD DAYS.

BY MRS. W. H. CORNING.

Christmas week there was no school, but such a succession of dining days, and visiting days, and day parties, and night parties, that Fanny, who looked forward to the week as a season of rest, thought that the regular routine of school duties would be less fatiguing.

Christmas at La Belle Prairie was the one jubilee of the year, something to be talked about for six months beforehand, and to be remembered as long after. It was a time of feasting and recreation for both master and servant. Days before, preparations commenced in the kitchen. Various smells issued from thence—savory smells of boiled, baked, and roasted meats; and sweet delicious smells of warm pastry and steaming cakes. Aunt Tibby was rolling pie-crust or stirring cake all day long, and the chopping of sausage-meat, the pounding of spices, and the beating of eggs were constantly heard. Everything was carried on with the greatest secrecy. The children were all kept out of the kitchen, and when "somefin' good" was to be transferred therefrom to Miss Car'line's store-room, Aunt Tibby came sailing in, holding it high above the reach of the curious little heads...." ... this is an old Western Christmas story published in 1895. I thought it you'd like it. I've read all your emails & promise I'll be back in person real soon! For the moment - enjoy the story. And if you want to drop me a line you can do so at [email protected]. Merry Christmas!

Have you ever seen a really cool cemetery and thought "I'd like to take a long walk through there & have a great exploring adventure!"?

Well, I got to go through Grays New Cemetery in Grays, Essex, England.

And what a cool place it was. Sit back, relax, and let me take you through this really cool cemetery.

So I thought we'd take a walk down by the river. We haven't done that in a while. And lucky for you I managed to keep on talking for at least 23 minutes. Enjoy! 😂

Are you often accused by your partner of SNORING? Do they say you WAKE THEM UP in the middle of the night? Do you feel condemned with no hope of defence? Well... for once I decided to "question my accuser!" 😁 This 5 minute podcast is just for you! #snoring #snoregate

This is a short podcast I made before, during, and after my first COVID-19 vaccination with the Pfizer vaccine. It was completely painless - hurrah!