The chief hell of moving into a new home comes from having to ring up energy and systems providers on automated phone lines. The people on the other end of the phone represent exactly the same kind of British workmen sung about so plaintively in the 1960s by Flanders & Swann. ‘Twas on a Monday morning the gas man came … [Read on]
On the 28th of October 2014, I downloaded and attempted to fill in on line a form for parking suspension, so that a removal van can park outside my flat in a few weeks time. It had to be done at least ten days in advance and include a cheque for £80. That is the cost of parking in two … [Read on]
‘Could I approach a nice looking woman in the street and complement her on her dress?’ A lonely bachelor seriously asked me this today. Absolutely, certainly without a doubt, he can’t. Such an action would be seen as little short of rape by many of our more advanced thinking sisters, particularly those who style themselves, ‘stand-up comedians.’ By the way … [Read on]
I have been a voluntary hospital visitor at a big London teaching hospital for the last three years. I only go in one day a week, it is not much in the way of ‘putting something back,’ but even in those few short hours I have seen quite a lot. At first I was outraged by some of the things … [Read on]
Patrolling the wards of a big London hospital this week, as a chaplaincy worker, trying not to get up the noses of the nursing staff I settled down by an elderly man, Mr T who seemed very keen to chat. I quickly realised that though the NHS is a great and brilliant institution which we all love, it’s easy to … [Read on]
I had to go to hospital today for my six months check up after having cancer in 2010. The wait in the corridor for the results is never pleasant, as with just a few words a doctor can change your whole world and predict very accurately when it’s going to end. No matter how many times you go through this … [Read on]
After months of negotiation, prevarication and delay I am about to exchange contracts and move from a one bedroomed flat in London, where I have lived since 1996, to a small house, in a small town.
A couple of years ago I went to the doctor because I was afraid I had Alzheimer’s. Suddenly names, facts and bits of poetry I thought I knew were not there anymore. I reached for them automatically and found – nothing. It was alarming.My doctor, a young Indian woman, looked at me sceptically and fired off some questions. I was … [Read on]