Brace yourself; here’s my annual political post…

Fellow moderates, let’s not be too late to the party. I consider myself pretty much the middle of the middle when it comes to politics. I’m way left of hard right and way right of hard left. I haven’t always voted the same way and I’ve never considered becoming a member of a political party but I’ve suddenly had a mega watt serious realisation that I’m wrong (it doesn’t...

Harvesting Broadband…

How hard can it be, bringing fibre optic to the estate and our neighbours? Pretty blooming hard as it turns out. Going through the process of negotiating with BT Openreach, establishing a community of neighbours who want fibre-optic and are prepared to pay for it, managing the application process, negotiating the terms and finalising the deal has taught me quite a bit about the challenges of private-public collaboration and...

Kemsing Station Development

Sometimes the scariest thing to do is the right thing. This week St Clere has submitted our plans to build housing in Kemsing. For years the pressure has been mounting, and the pressure comes from two (or more) sides. On one side we all know that we need housing that our key workers and children can afford to buy, that central government (whichever party is in power) will demand...

What a difference a creak makes

For eight years we’ve all learned the best route to walk across the landing (which is known as the Prayer Landing) between our bedroom and the kids’ rooms.  Depending upon the time of day, you pick your path and run the gauntlet. During the day you charge straight ahead, anticipating precisely each of the gun shot cracks, horror movie creaks and haunted house groans that emerge from the floor...

Mid Life Crisis c/o the Christmas Tree

Saturday 1PM; The raw ingredients are promising;  eight strings of lights (put away super carefully last year), christmas music playing, three willing tweens, two hooked walking sticks and a 14 foot tree from St Clere woodland. 2PM; I’m on my own, I’ve sent the tweens away for their own safety and so they don’t see the major flaws in my character which are emerging.  The first of the eight strings...

Lights, Camera, Action

There’s a story about my parents attending my year 4 parents evening.  The new teacher talked about how I was doing with my times tables and spelling tests etc, and then there was a long pause.  “She’s got a very vivid imagination” she said, apparently rather hesitantly.  “She entertains us all with stories of her pretending to play with Elizabeth Taylor, Rock Hudson, Tony Curtis and Angela Lansbury”.  My...