Joan Whittle

Christmas draws on…

A quick trip to Aberllynfi, or three cocks, to check out the Old Railway for Christmas.  More of an excuse/reason…

4 years ago

Who’s afeared of their kitchen?

You’ll have probably seen the advert for A famous kitchen furniture brand that features a zoom meeting where a person…

4 years ago

“Push on”…

she said! HRH is getting into the stride of this being pushed malarkey. “Stop!”, “back a bit”, “over there”, “if…

4 years ago

The excursion is booked…

the picnic is planned, the pacamac is stowed, the folding rain hat has been stretched and re-folded, the seats have…

4 years ago

Joan at 95.

An excuse for a family gathering to celebrate Joan’s birthday. The first gathering since Covid re-wrote the rules on travelling,…

4 years ago

A morning shopping…

At the Old Railway Line, Three Cocks. In view of the latest news on Covid, and a personal phone call…

4 years ago

Boom boody-boom, boody-boom, boody-boom…

“Oh! Doctor, I’ve a problem”. “Oh! Goodness gracious me, how outrageous...” as Peter Seller’s song went. The meerest breath, the…

4 years ago

Temptation.

Apples are the key to Eden. The gentle hum (buzz is too noisy a word) of bees, the grasshopper chirruping,…

4 years ago

Happy Easter

”Thank you for my Easter cards”, says Joan, 94, of Penrhyn, as she settles in to watch “The Sound of…

4 years ago

Mothering Sunday…

But not Mother’s Day, which according to this one is an “American Import”, and according to my Mother “just a…

5 years ago