My Grandmother, and Kryptonite

I am the grand daughter of a truly amazing woman. A woman with an incredible super power. My grandmother was born in Manchester, North West England, and lived a humdrum life until she was about seven years old, when she contracted tuberculosis, which led to the amputation of her knee cap. In the days before the National Health Service, she spent the most of her subsequent childhood in some sort of sanitorium several hours away from home, with little contact with the outside world, including her parents. Then came the war. In her telling, she learnt to dance, and then … Continue reading My Grandmother, and Kryptonite

A Grape Weekend: Just Nut The One We Had Planned …

Even by Olive Hill Standards, the last couple of weeks have been hectic. My poor parents have been trying to visit us here in Italy for the last couple of autumns, but due to one reason or another, all attempts have failed until this year, when they promised to come and harvest with us: well they say that they actually planned to come for a nice, relaxing holiday, but why fall out over details??? So finally, FINALLY they arrived on Tuesday afternoon. SatNavs are rather unhelpful in this part of Italy, due to their over reliance on binary computations, and … Continue reading A Grape Weekend: Just Nut The One We Had Planned …