My grandmother’s house – Part 6 – A trip to Kenilworth and captive in a castle.

It started with my elder brother, but then was passed down to me, and that was the annual Easter visit to my aunty and uncle’s house. Initially they lived in … Continue reading My grandmother’s house – Part 6 – A trip to Kenilworth and captive in a castle.

The time you realize that you are really stupid!

There are many times in your life, as you get older, that you realize the limits to your stupidity have no bounds. One such occasion happened when I was in my early twenties.

I had my first car, an orange VW Beetle that we bought off my brother in law. Not having much money at the time as we were only married for a year or so, and had welcomed the birth of our first son, I was learning how to service my car. It was a Sunday morning and we were living in Dronsfield on the edge of the Peak District. It was a mild and sunny morning and I was just completing an oil and spark plug change to the beloved Beetle.