Mr Churchill’s Secretary**

“As I sat in my place, listening to the speeches, a very strong sense of calm came over me, after the intense passions and excitements of the last few days.  I felt a serenity of mind and was conscious of a kind of uplifted detachment from human and personal affairs.  The glory of Old England, […]

Lloyd George Knew My Father*

“It’s amazing: there are more men here than women,” the septuagenarian lady says to her friend. “I expect that’s because it’s history and politics,” the friend replies. They’re sitting next to me at my ‘Modern British Prime Ministers’ course.  So, if you’re a lady aged over sixty five looking to meet a chap, take a […]

The Kidnapped Prime Minister*

“Scott Finebaum has just had his fifth daughter’s bat mitzvah.  Funny – I didn’t realise that he had five daughters,” one elderly lady says to another.  They’re in the front row and I’m in the one behind them.  We’re waiting for the class to start: “Modern British Prime Ministers: 1900 -2015.” “That’s private insurance for […]

A Study In Murder*

Am still suffering with my severe cold, but have done a good thing: have booked a course for this term.  It’s called “Modern British Prime Ministers: 1900 to 2015” and it starts tomorrow at 2pm.  So must attempt to be better by then. Am very pleased with self that have organised this.  Now will have […]

At Bertram’s Hotel*

In Abroad.  Staying in a charming little Art Deco hotel.  Could be in an Agatha Christie novel.  Manage not to get murdered in the night, which is good.   Am writing this in the hotel courtyard where there are olive trees.  “Look: they’ve got olives on them.  Put that in the blog,” Mum says. We […]

Bye Bye Baby*

Watching Kate Middleton: Heir We Go Again.   It is definitely a bit rubbish and has not very good ‘experts’ but am enjoying it.  “Do you think this is good, then,” my brother says, as we see Kate: flawless in a sunflower yellow dress, perfect shiny dark hair, amazing smile.  Her white, even teeth gleam. […]

An Ice Cream War*

Sitting on bike at gym, staring out of the window at the unbroken blue sky.  Which is nice.  Wearing my fat-burning shorts so am hot: they work by making you sweat more.   Have unpacked most of suitcase.  Washed a load of clothes and so did brother so they are all squashed onto the airer. […]