August Afternoon

Bright sunlight, a  cloudless blue sky, a warm breeze and the sweet smells of summer  -  steak, chicken, sausages, garlic and cooking oil  Are barbecues anti-social?  It depends which side of the fence you are on.  But I must not be an old grouch.  From the shrieks of mirth someone is obviously having a good time.
I must admit that in the sixties we had a party for my Brownie Pack in our garden and had a "sausage sizzle".  We salvaged two large oven shelves from a discarded oven at the local tip.  My husband dug a trench at the top of the garden nearest the field adjoining and lined it with bricks before filling it with sticks balancing the shelves on top and we cooked dozens of sausages which disappeared as quickly as we could cook them.  In my declining years  I have decided it is more sensible, though perhaps not so much fun, to make use of the perfectly adequate apparatus in my kitchen.

Pot Pourri

The phone rang.  A charming lady's voice said "Mrs. Bowler?"  "Oh no" I groaned rather rudely, then apologised.  It was the nice lady at the Eye Hospital to say I had to have an injection following my last scan. However that's done for another 4 weeks.
We have had the pleasore of a visit from our Danish family recently.  The weather was kind and they were able to go somewhere nice each day, including a visit to Chartwell and a day in London where they saw the Bomber Command Memorial.
Ihave been persuaded to go on a brief visit to Denmark to the 70th Commemoration Ceremony next month.  My passport needed to be renewed so A went to London to collect it.  It expires in 2023 so A said we must remember to get it renewed then!!!!

? Stop and search

D used to say that I never went out without having an adventure.  Today I went only as far as  the Post Box at the end of our road.  As I was returning a Police car drew up and a handsome young policeman came across to speak to me. He was very polite and asked me how I was.  I said "Fine"  He then asked my name and I said "Jessie Bowler".  He said "Not Bessie?"  He asked where I lived and I told him and said I was on my way home after going to the post.    He apologised for bothering me and explained they were looking for someone and I fitted the description.  I said "Poor thing."  He grinned and went.  I suppose one dotty old lady with white hair looks very like another to the young.