I discover that my building is where William Etty lived (unhappily) as an adolescent apprentice printer.

Had an interesting chat with the landlord today, when he came for the rent. Despite the Victorian frontage, this is a Georgian house. It has been legal offices, and a printer's, but was originally a grain merchant's town-house, with the wing at the back being the warehouse.

This morning, I heard jingling bells outside and wondered what was going on. When I went out to meet a friend for lunch, I discovered why, as I walked into a brightly-dressed face-painted Morris team with bells on their feet ( Read more... )

Jay Rayner reviews the restaurant diagonally opposite my house…

It looks to be a lovely day. The bells of the mediæval Minster are pealing joyously out over the Old Town, perhaps for a wedding.
I am still surrounded by boxes.
But I feel I am home.

Will be offline for most of the next couple of weeks, as I'm off down to Dad's and one of our wee Italian jaunts. Pisa and Florence again, and this time, Rome! I'll try not to get myself acclaimed Empress, or to shout: "He's not the real Pontifex Maximus! Accept no phoney Galilean substitutes!" Vaticanwards.

The inquest in Hull was told Mrs C______ had been worrying about a meeting she was due to have to discuss her entitlement to disability benefits...
RedMiner on the Guardian's Comment is Free has alerted me to a tragedy in Hull triggered by the fears that surround disability benefit these days: Woman who drowned in drain was upset about health check. ( Read more... )