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Computers and the internet are amazing things. One of my concerns with putting together this site was that it could remain current, yet with all my travelling I've often much to say, but little time to say it. Years ago when reading the news it would take me days on end to reply to the kind letters people sent. Now, with the magic of the modern age, I can keep you up to date with what I'm doing and other events in my life.

SPRING IN ENGLAND

Date: 29th April 2009

SPRING  IN ENGLAND

I will not, and absolutely refuse to, call it the United Kingdom because it isn't any more.  Everybody wants to devolute and, anyway, I'm English not British and we are such a mish-mash of races and are no longer allowed to celebrate our Nationhood.  Why can the French be so Nationalistic and get away with it but we can't.  I think the French sign Agreements and then just wipe their hands - say Eh Voila and go on doing what they always did.  I'm proud of my French Ancestry and wish I could speak fluent French and afford to live there.

What can I say about my return to this benighted Isle except it is good to be within reach of family and friends and I got the most superb welcome from my very Independent Cat.   At least the weather has been absolutely lovely.  I'm told I missed the best of the Spring flowers but there is still Blossom and I can see the Lily of the Valley in bud.  I adore that little flower because of it's superb perfume but it's lifespan is all too short.

We really are living in a crazy world where they are breeding flowers to last longer but they are breeding out the 'smell'.  Went to purchase some Freesia for a friend the other day - absolutely no perfume at all.  That was the joy of these flowers - even if they didn't last a long time, the perfume was all invading.  I so miss this now I no longer have a garden.

We also have the year round access to Fruit and Vegetables.  Give me the old days when they came in seasons and actually tasted of something.  I'd like to ask the Supermarket Buyers in this country whether they've ever tasted a RIPE PAPAYA, MANGO, PINEAPPLE etc. etc. and so forth.  When I think of the delicious fruit in Capetown and the hard and tasteless stuff we buy here marked RIPE AND READY TO EAT! Huh!!

Because the weather has been so good, I've really put my best foot forward and have made several long walks.  It's a bit boring walking on one's own without a pet,  so today, for the very first time ever, I took my Ipod and played John Rutter's Magnificat - it is such rousing music and I dearly wanted to sing along with it.  In fact I did burst into song when I thought no one was around and then saw a man sitting behind a Fishing Hut - he looked at me as though I was 'mad'. 

I am given Website Analysis every Monday and I see that the number of people tuning in from the States has doubled over the last few weeks.  I'm not sure why you are coming to the site but, Thank you, and I'll try to keep you amused - although there's not nearly as much to write about once I'm back in Deal. And if I wrote about the state of this poor Country, I'd be drummed out of the Brownies.   Perhaps I'll have to start writing about my adventures on the programmes - Safari School (where I was among a group being trained as a Game Ranger at Shamwari Game Reserve in South Africa) or 'I'm a Celebrity, Get me out of here .......' The reality show filmed in the Rainforest of Australia where, to my total surprise, I lasted 17 out of the 21 days, being put through the most awful trials, living rough and being made to eat total unmentionables - alright Kangaroo's private parts.

You can always contact me through the web and let me know what you'd like to hear.  I could even tell you about my adventures in Australia when I was young (er) taking Shakespeare to the Outback and covering 17,000 miles of New South Wales in 7 months.

All this is in my Autobiography but it's now out of print - yet still available on Amazon.

I do hope you will contact me.  This Website was set up at the instigation of my son who thought it would be a good Work tool.  Well it's brought no work but I do enjoy writing it.  I love writing and miss writing scripts for programmes and interviewing interesting people.  I'm curious too to find that I've got people tuning in from places like the Russian Federation. the Maldives, and even Afghanistan - I don't know anyone in these places so can only assume they are Googling for matters like Cheetahs etc.  Who knows, they may enjoy the chat and then come back for more.  Shame I am not working with the Cheetahs anymore but I shall look into that matter when I next return to Capetown - there are other places where they might need some voluntary help. 

I promised that, when I returned to England and a better Internet (there are a few things which are still better here!!) I would put some more photos onto the Gallery and this I will do but they take some time to upload.  And sadly, I'm only able to put up one picture for every Blog I write.

I'm very much hoping to arrange a trip to Paris to see friends and visit the tomb of Rene Mouchotte (the French Pilot whose name I sponsored on the Memorial at Capel le Ferne) in the Cemetery of Pere La Chaise. 

So until the next time - please keep tuning in otherwise there's no point in my writing.

Go well (as they say in SA) - and my best wishes,  Jan.

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