A fish and chip supper with a bonus giant bottle of diet Coke free from the chippie in the company of good friends was a treat on a sultry summer’s night with not too many bitey insects about. It is a scene unchanged over the decades. At times like this, life is good.
I have suffered some disquiet after being sent a list of mums’ most-fancied CBeebies television presenters. The top four are: 1. Dr Ranj Singh; 2. Ben Faulks; 3. Andy Day; 4. Justin Fletcher, writes Lynne Mortimer.
I have in mind a new celebrity reality show, writes Lynne Mortimer. It’s sort of Through the Keyhole-cum-Car Booty in which celebrities are forced to clear out their garages because, let’s face it, most garages are little more than spacious cupboards.
A nice young girl from Dickleburgh, Asked her new boyfriend to tickle ‘er... and so begins a classic unfinished limerick challenge. Lynne Mortimer celebrates the nonsense poet Edward Lear and his shorter works.
We have a great neighbourhood email group which is used as a means to recommend local tradespeople, borrow items – often children’s fancy dress – and sell stuff. It’s a friendly association of good neighbours.