I found myself enjoying writing up little incidents under this basic title over several years. It seems good to share them, hopefully without anyone trying to work out if I’ve got the arithmetic right about when each one came about. These two, each in a different way,...
Now I would like to fast forward again and look at some of the things that happened when I retired—sort of—in 1997 at the age of 60. By that time, five years into widowhood after the death of my husband Ken, my son Rupert was away at university studying Electronic...
I have always enjoyed sci-fi and was hooked on Isaac Azimov many years ago. I also loved a much more recent visit to the Space Museum, near Leicester, where you can have your tea under the looming bulk of a Russian rocket and pretend you are a spacewalker in a special...
