Prosopagnosia

Prosopagnosia.  Let me repeat that.  Prosopagnosia.  Rolls off the tongue doesn’t it?  Rhymes with ambrosia, the food of the gods though without the divine effects.  It is in fact face blindness or the inability to recognise people’s faces and is suffered among others...

What I did when my wife was on holiday

The Mrs is back from France and the French were so upset they rioted for five days.  Luckily no such eruptions have occurred here since her return though I of course have had to adjust my lifestyle.  Whilst she was away I was able to return to my own ways – leaving...

Aldi and the delights thereof

  Somehow shopping, and the delights thereof, seem to have crept up on me recently.  My wife dragged me to Aldi, which is the new love of her life.  Having bought 10 bottles of washing liquid, 5 trays of baked beans and three jumbo-sized jars of vegemite, all of...

The Tyrolean Trip

Recently I had a friend to stay. In the 1980s I had stayed with him in Kitzbuhel where I learned to ski.  The last time I was there was in the mid-1990s when I took a fund manager to visit Austrian companies.  Sounds a bit obscure but they do have companies in Austria...

A Trip to the Dentist

This week I went to the dentist and the usual mask sign had changed: ‘Masks not required but encouraged.’  Frankly I have had enough of all this mask nonsense especially as it has been proven to be ineffective.  If I was the dentist the sign would have read: ‘Masks...