Philosophers Lunch

Jim Hankinson joined us for lunch, which (in his honour) was a takeaway from the Tibetans. Not that he is especially fond of Tibetan food but that I thought he deserved better than my cooking. And I was right, he deserved much much better! (The Tibetan nosh was smashing, as ever -)

I'm sure I've mentioned - probably somewhat obsessively - that I'm writing a book on what we know about death. This involves a lot of philosophical research, about which I was far from confident. Jim is a professional philosopher and a field leader and how lucky are we to know him!! 

You can guess from my tone that I haven't been shot down in flames.

Thoroughly enjoyed my seminar and the general chat. All most encouraging. 

The other news is that Barbara Jackson, Larrys widow and friend of many of us older denizens, has written; a few days short of her 93 birthday, she says. She sounds in very fine fettle (twice broken arm healing well)  and send love to Esperaza... we remember their time with us with deep affection :) Happy days.
 

Happy 2025 to all!

 And here we go again, another year in our necklaces...

Bob and I did the usual for new years eve -  went to bed at 10.00pm and hoped there wouldn't be any fireworks. In the event there were, as youngsters raced about with crackers and the like, but we were asleep and didn't hear them. 

Wandered to this mornings market and found it totally absent; quelle shock! Met Claudine, Norbert, Clare John M., (in that order)  and possibly others, all well, all bemoaning the missing market.  

But there is some news...

You can dump your tree behind the church, until the 14th. 

Erm, that's it, really. Enjoy what's left of the holidays