Monthly Archives: July 2015

For several months we have been building up to a major external review of the university. They like us = happiness and joy, they do not like us = misery and pain. It finished yesterday. Happiness and joy. So despite … Continue reading →

When in England I was able to take photos of English birds – mainly Tits. That’s all folks.

London- Amsterdam-Taipei- Naha. Home again.

Rosy and I go to see Mummy. We drive through film-set English villages with wooded tudor houses, ancient coaching inns, saxon churches where Edward Gibbon is buried. The Giant Hog Weed  surges from every hedgerow. Mummy at 92 is in … Continue reading →

Auntie Margie has gone to it. May flights of angels sing her to her rest. My sister Rosy organized the ceremony with great delicacy and skill such that Margie was remembered with respect and love but without undue  maudlin. Alan … Continue reading →

England is where I am at. Barry and Rosy have the most amazing house and garden. It is beautiful. So far from Okinawa. That ‘s the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never … Continue reading →

So the storm is over. All very satisfactory as I did not abandon my boat and leave her to be destroyed and abused by the wind and waves.  However now comes the challenge of getting her back in the water … Continue reading →

At a time of great work intensity Typhoon Irn Bru comes to call. We are ordered to go home at 2:00 on Thursday. Yippee! Even in my position of minor responsibility, I still exult at the opportunity of going home … Continue reading →

A big deadline coming up as in Typhoon Irn Bru will hit us in the next few days. There is another deadline imposed by a big bug that has just settled on my distended gut. Should it go or should … Continue reading →

It is now Sunday and, as I have a fairly dreadful week coming up, I wallow in the joys in front of my house. I do  not look at email and I leave my phone in the car. I do … Continue reading →