Yay, it is Friday again, and Fandango has just published his Flashback Friday post. The idea is that he picks a post from this day in a previous year, to give newer readers a better insight into what makes him tick.
I have always liked that idea, so shall also post my own reminiscence. As much as anything, it reminds me of where I was, where I am now, and how far I have come. Hopefully, you will find it entertaining along the way.
Oh, and thank you to Jennifer at Paperkutzs for allowing me to use her image.
I found a gem of a post this week. The trouble is, unless you’re me, you might not appreciate it. October 2017 – about eighteen months post-stroke – and I was taking my first tentative steps back into reading, this with a Kindle.
Three years later, my reading has evolved to mostly audio. That’s just the easiest medium. It reinforces the availability of gadgetry, where a few years ago, it would have just been a case of “tough shit”.
According to the post, I’d picked up an old book about the Spanish Civil War, so here is a challenge for any American readers – go find out about it, and see if you can identify any similarities with the US, today. In particular, the polarisation of Spainish politics immediately prior.
Reading is a touchy subject for me because quite often, I see the view – sometimes even read in blog posts – that reading is the fount of all knowledge and wisdom. And, by extension, that anybody who doesn’t read is dumb. I wish there was a greater understanding of the difference between choose not to and is unable to. But that’s just me, on my high horse again.
Kindles
When I was healthy I used to love to read. Favourite genres were biography, history and general non-fiction. As my eyesight got worse, and particularly since the stroke, abstaining has just become something I live with. Recently I have found some books that I want to read, so have been making an effort. so last…
Je vous souhaite un hereuse vendredi monsieur Bump!
Apologies for any grammatical errors. It’s a long time since I lived in France!
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I never lived there, but we used to go across all the time. We are not far from Portsmouth. Whereabouts were you?
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In the Pas de Calais area, a little village called Bomy, near St.Omer. We had almost 10 good years there.
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We kinda knew the area, but mostly we passed through it. In later years we travelled up to Belgium and Holland a lot, so we’d go via Dover. /the part we would go back to, just overnight or the weekend, was Rouen, but we holidayed in some part or other for fifteen years. We got to Le Touquet a few times, and loved Nieuwpoort – that’s about as close as we came.
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A lovely spot Le Touquet👍
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It was full of bloody Brits!
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😂😂
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