Carry On in the Central Belt

“Listen, listen. Ooh – aah – titter ye not. Ooh no missus… Settle down now, settle down,” as Frankie Howerd might have said. First of all, my apologies, for the cheeky title to this blog – well, we all need to promote ourselves a little. Second, some explanations, for those not born in the UKContinue reading “Carry On in the Central Belt”

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One year later: more thoughts about my father

One year ago today, which happened to be Easter Day, my father Clive Brown died aged 82 in the early hours of the morning. I have written about this in three previous blogs – “48 Hours: my father and I“, “48 Hours: postscript” and “That Was The Year That Was“. But, if you will indulgeContinue reading “One year later: more thoughts about my father”

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48 Hours: postscript

In my previous post, “48 Hours: my father and I”, I wrote about the unexpected death of my father in hospital on Easter Sunday. I had travelled to Lincolnshire to care for him on his expected release from hospital but that was not how it worked out.This post adds some thoughts on what happened inContinue reading “48 Hours: postscript”

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48 Hours: my father and I

This is a true story and not a very cheerful one, you might think, though it does have its moments of redemption. On Good Friday this year I left Orkney for a month, my longest absence since moving here six years ago. I did not want to leave Orkney behind, or Mrs Brown (Kathie Touin),Continue reading “48 Hours: my father and I”

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