Last week I ended my blog with the slightly panicky realisation that my jury service had been changed from Gloucester to Cirencester. With no time for another dry run I trusted to Bus No 51’s online timetable and waited at the bus stop outside Montpellier Gardens and opposite the rotunda (formerly where the spa waters […]

I know, I know, the boys get creepy crawlies and the girls get flowers (and just the occasional creepy crawly.) And yet, and yet … I draw no conclusions but just state that all 3 of my new born baby daughters smelt sweet and talcum powdery while my new born son smelt quite clearly of […]