So it’s Sunday again. You know Sunday – the day with the “sinking feeling”. Children dreading the Monday coming; workers not wanting to think about the return to ungrateful and short-sighted managers, and so on. You know, Sunday. Just now I was drawing the curtains. It’s late of course, and it is summer. It has … More On a Sunday?

Ah yes I m enjoying the telly yet again. My life these days seems only to involve visits to medical places and the telly. But I am worried. There is (at last count) nothing wrong with my ears – but I can’t tell now are people mumbling? eating sandwiches? chewing gum? Here is a selection … More in the newf or tidingth