Small technical hiccup has had me off-line for a few days, but clever clogs Silke has me up and running again.
Been to Copenhagen today to the visit the Embassy, why does it make me feel so very English being at the British Embassy? It’s like walking into a tiny little England in the middle of Copenhagen. All very British. There’s actually an Admiral at the Embassy, his fleet is a few plastic ducks on a pond in the grounds – I lie not. Reminds me that I must add to my To Do List before I’m too riddled by dementia to care, to be a part of the crowd in Hyde Park on the Last night of the Proms. ‘And did those feet in ancient time walk ……