- 1 November 2011
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Cellars do not enjoy a particularly good press. There are too many stories of people being abducted and incarcerated, sometimes for years, in cunningly concealed cellars. An example is the extraordinary story of Natascha Kampusch who was abducted at the age of 10 and kept captive in Wolfgang Priklopil’s cellar for eight years. Not many people know this, but I have a cellar. Cellars are not, after all, things you go around boasting about. My cellar has three rooms. The […]
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- 17 October 2011
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I have been opening up some dusty cardboard boxes from the loft that need sorting out before we can downsize. In one box, amongst a miscellaneous collection of vases and general bric-a-brac, I found a rather handsome silver cigarette box that belonged to my late father-in-law. The engraving on the lid says: Rev T H Lewis from The Congregation, Alexandra Garrison Church, Singapore, 1959. Even without the engraving, I remember the cigarette box well. Always well stocked, it used to […]
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- 19 September 2011
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A man once telephoned urging me to meet him to discuss a ‘mutually advantageous business opportunity’; four words that have a strange effect on me. I instantly become uncharacteristically wary and suspicious. In my experience, the beguiling words ‘mutually advantageous’ usually collapse under scrutiny with whatever is on offer falling well short of the promised win-win. And I don’t feel much happier with the other two words, ‘business opportunity’. Opportunities (defined in my dictionary as ‘a favourable combination of circumstances’) […]
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A couple of weeks ago, the family dog had to be put down (see ‘I’ve buried the dog’) and now it’s just me on my morning walks. We have had three consecutive family dogs, spanning approximately 30 years, so walking without a dog is a new experience. I leave the house on the dot of 7am and aim to walk briskly for at least 40 minutes. When Cleo was alive we had a favourite walk along a couple of country […]
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