No - it is not of the students but of the academic staff that one has to be ware. But never fear, I am able to deal with such people. Of course is ok for them to buy Anna a drink but that so far as it is to be going. Well a bit of chat because this only polite since they buy me drink. This I am making clear to them.

How are your heads what you have been having? Perhaps you are needing the pills?

Exercise is very important. Like the walking or even the cycling.

Here is another picture I take.

Photo

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Here is one of my photos.

I call it 'Come to bed'

It's been another hot 'un, Anna. And I have been travelling.

I am too tired to tell you about it now. But I enjoyed it.

I think I shall go to bed.

I hope you are taking care of yourself behind that bar. I know what students are like!

Slightly concerned

George

Morning

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I like that photo, Anna, it is the one I always wanted to take... with the dark clouds making it seem even more like a 'Castle in the Pyrenees'. 

It's another hot day and I cannot stay here. I will grab my rucksack and board a train. They say that 'to travel hopefully is better than to arrive.' I think I understand that. But it's not just the happy anticipation; it's the travelling itself that's important. To be suspended between two places... neither of them owning you, making demands on you.

You have to have a destination in order to travel... but it's the travelling that's important. Like Life.

See you soon my Swedish Siren

George

This is the photo for which I was looking in the bowel of computer and now have found it.

Still am aching to return to our place and will do so as soon as possible, is not that so?

Having finish all examination, I am now working at part time job in bar of student union as bar-tender. This is just the temporary job so as to make my ends meet.

Do not worry that I shall be chatted up (as you say) or if so (and probably likely when one thinks about it) I shall not be offering my body to anyone, but keeping chaste and pure until our next reunion.

This poem you put on blog sound very depressing. It is reminding me of song 'Is this all there is?' by sundry artistes of which my favourite is Peggy Lee.

Not ready for that final disappointment... eh?

Your Anna

Optimism?

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The day begins
And you know you can't win,
'Cos you didn't win yesterday, either;
And you start to think
About ending it all -
But it's really not worth the meither.

Yes, good days we had and accomplished much.

Danger now is of the slipping back into the doldrums (another English idiom which I look up and see originated from area of sea which no wind blows in but now is to mean being down and flat and going nowhere.)

Anyways here is photo I take as reminder of holiday.

Oh, sorry, photo has disappeared somewhere in bowel of computer. I will try next time.

Sleep good and no more of the dreams what you awake from all hot and bothered and agitated.

Anna

Four days in another country

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What a four days they were, eh, Anna. 

How do they make socks?

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That thought struck as I was pulling on a sock this morning.

I mean, we take socks for granted - don't give them a second glance. But suppose we had to make out own? Knit them? How would we get the elastic in? The elastic that stops them from slipping down?

Then again, there's underpants. I cannot begin to understand how they manufacture underpants. And yet, somebody has to. If someone asks you what you do for a living, and you say 'I'm a surgeon', they're impressed. But if you said 'I make underpants' they would probably laugh. But they wouldn't laugh if their underpants kept falling down because they'd not been made properly. Or, even worse, it they had no underpants at all, and had to suffer the resultant itchiness throughout the day.

It's these little, seemingly unimportant things that matter in Life.

By the seaside

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You'd like it here, Anna.

The sun is shining on this very British (well, Victorian) seaside town.

I have just been to the top of the Great Orme. I travelled up by tram but walked down. Then I fortified myself with a lemon and sugar crepe - and a pot of tea. Excellent.

I have located suitable lodgings for us - you and me - and I am sure you will approve. The food is good, the beds are soft; what more could one ask for.

Looking forward with eager anticipation.

Your George

Memories of a village childhood

I was thinking about all the games we used to play as kids. We had to amuse ourselves back then; there were no computers, or even television. We played outside in the street, and we were healthier for it.

Tick; hide and seek; spin the bottle; they were just a few of the games I remember. 

Although I do have a hazy recollection of a game; I think it was called ‘Vlad the Impaler’. I don’t remember much about it, ‘cos I was only little, but the name sticks in my mind. I know it involved them spiky iron railings at the end of Froggit Street. And for some reason I seem to associate it with my first ride in an ambulance. But my memory isn’t what it used to be so I may be mixing things up.

We didn’t play the game for long though. Now I think back, we stopped playing it about the time that policeman came to the school to talk to us. 

 And Daft Derek – the lad who invented the game – went away.

And He never came back.

And the council pulled down the railings.

Anyway we moved from the village just after that.

Happy days.