Tag: Watch Me

  • Wimbledon (Last Facebook Diary Entry)

    Here is the last of my Facebook diary entries, from 8th May 2012. The following day I turned to WordPress: Having broken not one but two cafetiere glasses last week I walked to Wimbledon and back in search of new ones. Wimbledon, land of Starbucks, Costa and Cafe Nero. Wimbledon, where, in my childhood, you […]

  • Hot Pants

    3RD DECEMBER 2017 With improved internet connection, I am now just one day behind in my posts. We began today with another enjoyable conversation with Mr Watts as he cooked our breakfast. This process led me to tell him about the Watch Me, our favourite Sri Lankan restaurant in Morden. As indicated by its title, […]

  • Maureen Potter And Plasticine

    This morning I took the Kindor Gardens route to South Wimbledon, turned left into Kingston Road, right into Russell Road, left into the Broadway, and back to Links Avenue by the Mostyn Road route. From a balcony in a block of flats in Morden Road, a pair of foxes and their cubs were surveying the  traffic.  […]

  • Curry, A Biography

    This morning, contemplating my lifelong relationship with curry, I took my usual route to Colliers Wood, turned right into Merton High Street, and continued to Tooting Bec Station where I boarded a tube train back to Morden. Passing a hoarding on the road which forms a bridge dividing two sections of the Wandle Trail, I […]

  • Yes, We Do Have Toys

    This dull and gloomy morning I travelled by my usual route to Carol’s in SW1.  Yesterday I described a bizarre passenger on the tube, and on 26th September an extraordinary coincidence.  Today I will focus on a typical sample of travellers on London’s underground.  In common with the overground railways London Underground Ltd. no longer […]

  • Continuing Themes

    This morning I strolled into the footpath leading up to the mosque; skirted the London Road edge of Morden Park; crossed this road into Central Road; bore right into Green Lane; wandered through the Haig Homes estate; travelled back to London Road; and returned to Links Avenue via the park. Cars were streaming down Links […]

  • Back to Normality

    After three weeks in the idyllic village atmosphere of Sigoules I returned to Morden today.  Having spent the morning continuing ‘the big tidy up’, the rest of the day was spent travelling.  By Lydie’s taxi to Bergerac airport; by plane to Southampton; train to Waterloo; and finally tube to Morden. Having started it last night, my […]

  • Conversations

    Mrs. Reynard is looking most uncomfortable lately.  Perched on her pile of sticks this morning, she was gnawing away at her rear end, which is now on one side completely devoid of fur.  The patch the magpie was pecking on 26th. May (see post) is now rather raw. On my normal route to Colliers Wood […]

  • Miss Downs

    Taking advantage of the beautiful weather I walked up to Wimbledon common just before midday with a couple of books and sat reading by the pond in which I’d sailed my boat as a child.  The bench I had chosen was inscribed IN MEMORY OF DOUGLAS WARD CAMPBELL. As always when passing Wimbledon Library, situated […]