The Grey Lady

The Old Hall in Little Plumstead burnt down on 14 August 2016, they believed it was arson. This story is to remember Old Hall as it was in “the good old days” when I lived there with my friends. I will never forget the good times we had.

HappyOld Hall of Little Plumstead has no ghost and it isn’t haunted. At least not on the inside. Well, there is The Grey Lady of course but she is roaming the grounds outside, “Near the Stables and the Duck pond she can be found, crying.” as the story goes.

This history of The Grey Lady was once told to me by a dear friend, Liz, who got it from her mother Sue who, probably, has heard it from her mother as well as it must have originated from sometime halfway in the 19th century. Well, aren’t most ghost stories?

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Stretch!

Merry ChristmasThe leftovers from Christmas are gone and so are the delicacies we had last night, New Year’s Eve. The other thing left is all the gained pounds round the Equator. Not that I care really. Last year I have made a discovery that can cure this.

It is difficult to maintain a steady weight when you’re on infusions every three weeks. In Holland we have this expression, Yo-Yo Kilos and I have six of them.

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So I’m eccentric

eccentricToday someone said to me: “Doesn’t it worry you that people find you a little bit eccentric?” To which I replied “Am I?” And then I thought: “So what? Does it really matter?”

People come in all sorts and sizes. Some have a hump, some have a lisp, some stink. And some are quite normal, like you, or a little bit eccentric, like me. But we all enjoy the warmth of the sun in the same way. Personally I’m not bothered that people say I am eccentric, and I don’t even care that I really am. I quite enjoy my life as I live it, idiosyncrasies, odd hobbies and peculiarities included. There’s a name for that: HAPPINESS!

So if you happen to step into my life, accept me the way I am. And if you don’t: I still pour you a cup of coffee. Because that’s what I’m like.

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