New Research Shows Memory Loss Starts at the Age of 45!!
A study from the University of London announced today shows that memory loss begins as early as the age of 45 - are they taking the piss? If this really is the case, by the time I am 45 in November I won't be able to remember where my front door is let alone finding the keys to open it. This really is a concern, because in the world of Bob Lethaby short term memory started fading at around 20 years ago, in fact, my memory is so bad that it makes ...
A Good Party-It’s All in the Genes
Shortly after the New Year party that George threw recently, I received an email from my dad down in Milford on Sea. I have copied and pasted it word for word so there is no embellishment from me, it is as received. It appears that despite not attending, he enjoyed the news of the party, seeing it as some sort of gleeful revenge for the events of years gone by.Hi Bob - Happy New YearJust read your blog. Brings ...
Totally Naive on New Years Eve!
I wandered off to Broughton last night leaving my son to have a party with six of his chums. I did this with little fear as I know George is a nice boy with nice friends, they don't even drink alcohol that often and the six of them could be relied on to play low level music as they saw the New Year in on the Playstation, or partaking in darts and perhaps cards. When I informed my friends in Broughton I had allowed this party to go ahead, I was ...
Top Twelve Monthly Blogs of 2011
Having been house bound with a cold and then a stomach bug/poisoning (I will spare you the detail) since Wednesday, I have little to elaborate on since my most recent blog. With that in mind, I have decided to publish a monthly run down of the most popular blogs I have written this year. When I say popular, I mean the blogs with the most amount of pages viewed in each month.These aren't necessarily my own personal favourite blogs, but they are ...
Working Out What Day it is as the Man Flu Subsides
We are now in the period of Christmas where we are constantly checking what day of the week it is, I have had Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday thoughts already today, it is a bizarre period Christmas. My man flu has moved south from my nose in to my throat, resulting in a pathetic cough where just as I doze off my tonsils are lightly tickled with a feather, a complete nuisance, though more bearable than walking around with a tissue rammed up each ...