Stuart Lennon

Writing about stuff

Supper. Since I’m usually looked after by the incredible cook that is Margaret, a bit of steak is about all I can manage to cook these days. I shall struggle on regardless…

Some olives, a glass of wine and the papers. A wonderful way to while away an hour or two. Steak for supper later, too. Cheers!

A deer. Giving me a look that says “What you doing up, human?” It seems Southern Britain’s mini heatwave is coming to an end. I hope that wasn’t actually summer..

Look at me, all grown up. 🙄 On the 0705 train to London. I’ll be honest, I prefer the pedestrian commute to Nero’s Notes, but hey, a change is as good as a rest.😁

Today, I’m chilled, working as Nero’s Notes. Playing with pencils and notebooks. I’m also packing my bag for tomorrow, recertification of my qualification in anti money laundering. Buttoned up, in a suit. Ho-hum. has turned me into a keen observer of nature, which is no bad thing. Blossom outside the village shop. I’m aware how lucky I am to be able to see this each day.

A letter from a friend. A highlight of the week, for which I’m very grateful. I’m a lucky, lucky guy.

Who’d a thunk it? Damp, chilly, misty start to the day gave no clue that Spring was speeding towards us. Bucolic afternoon stroll and all is well with the world.

This morning, the hound and I walked a circuit of the village in mist. Hardly Spring-like, but refreshing nonetheless. One of Nero’s most endearing qualities, is that he finds it impossible to walk past a pub. Although closed, something caught my eye on the table outside…

Back again. My last attempt at an inline link, alas, failed. I was forced to read the help function. No, really. It seems that Jet Pack May be the answer to my WordPress woes. Once more into the breach Nero’s Notes