Random musings of a geriatric delinquent – National Service

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From 1948 until 1960 all healthy males aged between seventeen and twenty one had to complete eighteen months of national service and, afterwards, remain on the reserve list for four years. This period of service was extended to two years in 1950 when Britain became involved in the Korean War but the reserve period reduced to six months. This instalment of Commando Senior’s memoirs tells of his National Service in the RAF in Iraq. The heat and culture of Iraq must have been quite a shock to the system for a boy from the humble terraces of Southampton but, as with everything he did, he seemed to take to it like a duck to water. Continue reading

The good the bad and the shed

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Things don’t always go to plan. At least not in my world. No matter how much I tell myself I will do better next time or how many hours I spend plotting things out, there is always something to throw a spanner in the works. The week so far has been a lesson in going with the flow and working round problems while trying to stay on the healthy eating and exercise rails. Continue reading

Sunday strolling on Southampton streets

Hibiscus Syriacus
Hibiscus Syriacus

Sunday morning, Commando was out for a training run of seven and a half miles and I decided to go for a walk. The only plan was to visit the big new Sainsbury’s for a few things they don’t stock in the one in the village. Other than that I thought I’d just have a wander and see where I ended up. Yes, I know I’m always banging on about planning walks, blah, blah, blah and I very rarely actually do it but sometime just wandering aimlessly is actually fun. Continue reading

March 2010 – just when we thought it couldn’t get any worse…

Strangled by those size eight leggings
Strangled by those size eight leggings

The last few days of March 2010 and Ali Rana was up to his old tricks, making our lives a misery. The remaining members of the team were all thinking and talking about leaving, except Amy who could do no wrong. Things looked pretty bleak. Then something happened that turned our world upside down… Continue reading

Back to the weight loss, I hope…

Flowers on the way to work
Flowers on the way to work

When Panda and I were chatting the other day we were both moaning about having gained weight. We’ve both had rubbish year so far and, it would seem, neither of us has learned the lesson about comfort eating as well as we thought. As Panda said, the problem is you think, “oh it’s just a pound,” and then “oh it’s just another pound,” and before you know it it’s getting out of control. Continue reading

LeJog update – on the piste

Photo from Geograph.org by Callum Black
Photo from Geograph.org by Callum Black

In the three weeks since I last updated my LeJog miles I’ve walked 74.22 miles which is not too shabby. All those steps took me to Meall a’ BhÚiridh, a mountain in the Highlands of Scotland. In real life I’ve never been so far north and not only that, I’m on a mountain! Continue reading

Back to the garden

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During the week Commando had a call to say the new shed is going to be delivered on 19 August. Tres exciting! We really should have been out in the garden this weekend preparing but there was so much else to do and the weather was frightful so we didn’t have the chance. Even so, I did find the time to have a little tour and take some pictures. Continue reading

Bread for the cygnets

Trees leaning away from the water and dark clouds gathering
Trees leaning away from the water and dark clouds gathering

After I’d left Panda at The Triangle there was a temptation to go straight home again because the weather looked decidedly changeable. It seemed a shame to waste the nice granary bread in my bag though, especially as this was the first time I’d ever remembered to bring it, so I set off towards Riverside Park. As I walked down the slope to the park I could see I was in for a windy walk, the trees were all leaning away from the water and dark clouds were gathering. Continue reading

A coffee date at The Triangle

View from Northam Bridge
View from Northam Bridge

Although Tuesday has become the new walking day there was no proper planned walk this morning. The Ealing Tide Mill project that has been on the back burner for a while now was shelved once again because I had a coffee date with Panda. Due to our respective working hours and days we haven’t had a chance to meet up for a while so when she called to say she had Tuesday off and would I like to meet up I jumped at the chance. Panda always cheers me up and, let’s face it, right now I need all the cheering I can get. Continue reading

Proud mother

Bard as we're used to seeing him
Bard as we’re used to seeing him

In the middle of all the madness of the last week there were still things to make me smile. One of these came in the form of a newspaper article. We don’t bother with the broadsheets or the tabloids in our house. The only newspaper we buy is the Southern Daily Echo and, even then, it’s rare for me to read more than the headline on the front page. Commando, however, takes it to work and reads the whole thing from cover to cover during his lunch break. When he spots something he thinks I might be interested in he brings it home for me. Continue reading

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