Archive | November 2013





A few weeks ago was my birthday. No party this time because of my accident. Taking the opportunity of having to stay in bed (and feeling already restless and at times pretty bored) I started to rummage through some old boxes of papers and some books. In one I found a card which had this Prayer printed on it – but no idea where it came from nor does it have any indication who wrote this. But I thought it somehow had the wrong title and it should be called “A Prayer for those growing older!” I think it applies to more or less all ages – even our own girls, now in their early twenty’s thought so. What do you think – please let me know.


Lord, Thou knowest I am growing older.

Keep me from becoming talkative and possessed with the idea that I must express myself on every subject.

Release me from the craving to straighten out everyone’s affairs.

Keep me from the recital of endless detail. Give me wings to get to the point.

Seal my lips when I am inclined to tell of my aches and pains.

They are increasing with the years and my love to speak of them grows sweeter as time goes by.

Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be wrong.

Make me thoughtful but not nosey; helpful but not bossy.

With my vast store of wisdom and experience it does seem a pity not to use it all.

But Thou knowest, Lord, that I want a few friends at the end.



Photograph: MANNINGTREE ARCHIVE: Courtyard inside Cloister of the Basilica di San Antonio in Padua/Italy

Rememberance Day, 11 November 2013


In Flanders Fields

By John McCrae, May 1915


In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.



(Photos of Poppies: CS/Manningtree Archive – Emblem of The Royal British Legion (RBL) from Wikipedia Public Domain)

Floral dreams in Bangkok

What can one do when the Doctor has ordered strict bed rest for 3 whole months? Not much, apart from resting and reading, and reading and resting (yawn!) – and dreaming of course and planning the next trip abroad.

And since Jo and I will be flying back to “our” Bangkok in the latter part of December for 1 month, there is lots to dream about, arrangements and appointments to be made etc. etc.


To keep you up-to-date with the latest spectacular flower display in the Lobby of our favourite Hotel, the MANDARIN ORIENTAL BANGKOK, created by this floral genius Khun Ken, I share with you his latest creations for this autumn.


The next one of course will be the Christmas Decoration. My camera is already cleaned and charged and waiting to take lots and lots of wonderful pictures again.


Until then – come with me, if you like, into this elegant and cool oasis and let’s have a nice cup of coffee or tea and some of their absolutely delectable and oh, so sinful little cakes…