19th September 2013 The day began on a rather unsavoury note, courtesy of our old friend “Bulgarian sweet and sour chicken.” At around 1 a.m., my stomach staged a protest, and fifteen fraught minutes later, the offending dish was evicted. Peace was restored, and I crawled back into bed, grateful for a ceasefire. By 7… Continue Reading

18th September 2013 Alarms were set for 7 a.m., but Banjo’s early-morning “business meeting” at 6:30 am had me up and about before the racket began. Why the crack-of-dawn start? Because Sevdolin, the local powerhouse, was due at 8 am sharp. True to his word, he rolled up on time. A big lad with an… Continue Reading

17th September 2013 After a blissful night’s sleep, I awoke to a breezy but sunny morning, the kind of day that whispers “get things done” but doesn’t quite shout enough to stop you lingering over coffee first. Banjo and I enjoyed a gentle game of fetch before I wandered around the house and garden, mentally… Continue Reading

16th September 2013 The journey to see David went reasonably well, by British transport standards, at least. On Saturday morning, Sue dropped me at the station, and, to my astonishment, the trains all ran on time. Less astonishing was the fact that, despite having reserved seats on all three legs to Manchester Airport, I found… Continue Reading

9th September 2013 The weather has been remarkably obliging, and as a result, the fruit and veg are flourishing like prize-winners at the Chelsea Flower Show. Local farmers, clearly inspired by my humble efforts, have had their combines buzzing non-stop around Harborough for a fortnight. Meanwhile, Sue and I have stuck with our trusty buckets,… Continue Reading