Shut up about Barclay Perkins

I was in Brussels with Dolores a couple of weeks ago. It had been a long time since my previous visit. A decade or more ago I was a frequent...

No need to get up very early. Breakfast lasts until 10. And Peter is picking us up at 11. We enter the breakfast room at 8:30. There aren’t ...

“Do you fancy coming to Essen, Dolores?” “Why are you going there?” “I’m giving a talk.” “Are you getting paid?” “Yes.” “That’s good. Maybe....

Dolores is on tea duty again before I awake. “I suppose you won’t want any tea this morning.” “What makes you think that?” “Because of the c...

Dolores has made tea before I wake. Again. “Cup of tea, Ronald?” “Yes, please. No fear of pissing myself today.” “Charming.” “Just being hon...

Dolores has already made tea when I wake up.  “No tea for me.” “Why not, Ronald?” “I don’t want to be bursting for a piss in the car.” “Char...

 “Do you want to come to Germany with me, Dolores?” “Where to?” “Romrod.” “Where on earth is that?” “Somewhere in Hessen.” “Maybe.” “We’ll b...

And I answered. Well, I went there, at least. Along with Dolores, on our traditional December trip. No blow by blow account this time. Just ...

We rise a little earlier today. Around eight. As we need to check out by eleven. I haven’t had the greatest of nights. I’ve been coughing li...

We start our day at around nine again. With tea, made by Dolores, of course. It’s getting on for ten when we stumble down to breakfast. It’s...