The answer my friend…

…is blowing in the wind etc. just like everything else in Plymouth. I was trying to take a photo of my book to tell you about it and the wind just keeps interfering with the cover. If I had an ounce of sense in my head I would have done it inside but the idea was to show you a late summer evening. Ha! I’m thinking of calling time on Summer this year and getting HOH to bring the balcony furniture in. I have a recurring nightmare that it will blow over the balcony and kill a dog walker and I will be filmed for Spotlight news, handcuffed, and getting bundled into the back of a Black Maria. I must get more sleep. It has rained the bally down half the day here and even when the sun came through, it was a bit choppy. I understand that for some of the people of many lands who read this, it may be a completely different season but I can’t help that. It is all about me, as you know.

I have just finished A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towles. Someone recommended it online but I can’t remember who. What a lovely book this is. Set in 1922 in Moscow, it tells the story of Count Alexander Rostov – a member of the Russian Aristocracy. As the Russian Revolution trundled on and it became clear that the score was going to be Bolsheviks 1 Aristocracy 0, many aristocrats were brought before tribunals. Rostov was sentenced to live under house arrest in the Hotel Metropol. Previously, he had lived in a luxurious suite but now he must live in an attic room in the hotel – for a long, long time.

This is a story about how he lives his life in these reduced circumstances. How the people who served him, become his friends and colleagues. It’s about the guests he meets and those who make room in his heart as he does in theirs. It’s funny and affecting and tense as well because he is sometimes in danger. The whole book gives your soul a bit of a rub down in these testing times. I loved it and I have decided it will be a brilliant film starring Ralph Fiennes. Who do I call?

Speaking of calling, Aged Parent has found the 999 buttons on her phone again. She has a chest infection and had decided that it needed top-level attention. Now, you may not remember but last year she went through a heavy 999 phase and for about only the third time in my life I lost it with her because one night she phoned them without running it past me first, I had to wait with her for five hours for the ambulance during which time it became obvious that there was nothing wrong with her – later confirmed by overworked paramedics. So this time she was a bit cagey when I heard the ambulance had been called again – twice.

Explanation 1

I don’t know where they came from. I just opened my eyes and two paramedics were standing there.

Me – Unlikely.

Explanation 2

The carers called them.

Me – They say they didn’t. They say you did.

Explanation 3

Did they? Well, I did dial the numbers but someone rang me up just before and said “Listen to your chest, Beryl. Ring 999 now.”

Me – Who was that then?

No idea. They just rung and told me to phone.

Hmm. Was it you dear reader? Just put your hand up and confess and we’ll say no more about it. Please don’t say it was God because he loves me very much and would not do that to me. Anyway, she is on antibiotics now so should feel better. I, however, am very tired. Have a good weekend.



  1. August 28, 2020 / 8:41 am

    And you. I’ve just done my first solo venture into public buildings since March – to post a parcel that had to be posted, and have routine bloodtests which I can’t put off any longer. Everything went well – I even remembered how to drive the car – but the adventure has made me Very Tired. Ridiculouslty tired!

    I hope your AP’s ability to forget things includes forgetting about the 999 buttons on her phone…

    • lesleyps91
      August 30, 2020 / 8:58 pm

      I’m thinking about putting masking tape over the buttons. Unacceptable?

  2. August 28, 2020 / 6:29 pm

    I don’t know, but I suspect this mysterious person also telephoned one of our elderly church members recently, in the early hours of the morning, with an Important Divine Message. If and when they bang you up in Chokey, for causing death by dangerous seating, I promise I will come and visit you, I will bring you edifying books to read [if I can find any which you haven’t yet read, that is]

    • lesleyps91
      August 30, 2020 / 8:55 pm

      Ah yes. The early hours divine messaging. You would think God would take the time into account wouldn’t you

  3. August 28, 2020 / 7:13 pm

    It is obviously the same person who rings my husband, usually at night, when he then needs to tell me its happening.

    • lesleyps91
      August 30, 2020 / 8:54 pm

      Oh dear. It’s the night bit that’s most challenging

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