Friday the 8th was the 66th anniversary of my wedding to Don.
Yesterday, Mothering Sunday, Amanda cooked a delicious lunch. Tom came to celebrate his mother's day so he partook of the lunch Amanda made for HER mother. Clever move! Roger phoned and My friend from Tokyo sent a pretty e card.
I have been reading with interest the reports of the finding of the skeleton of Richard III, King of England from 1483 - 1485. He was supposed to have murdered his young nephews in order to become king. I had recently recommended Josephine Tey's books to my granddaughter. Josephine Tey wrote a very absorbing novel about Richard III called "A Daughter of Time". In this book a fictional detective who is confined to a hospital bed becomes interested in the story of the king after seeing a picture of him. He , the detective, is looking for something to do so he decides to investigate to see if he really is the villain as Shakespeare's pla
y portrays him. By the end of the book I was completely convinced. I wonder where they will bury the remains. I think they should stay in Leicestershire where he fell in battle.
Incidentally, Colin Dexter, in one of his Morse stories, had Morse confined to a hospital bed and looking for something to do to pass the time. Morse decides to in vestigate a crime from years ago where three men were hanged for a supposed murder. Another absorbing story!
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Ramblings of a nonagenerian (vintage 1923). Grew up in Lambeth in the 20s and 30s. Lived and worked in London during World War II. I have been attempting to do the Telegraph Cryptic Crossword since 1939! (My daughter says I *have* to write this, but I am troubled as it sounds so conceited.) I bought my first computer aged 85 and am continually frustrated by the vagaries of the technological age.
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