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I've lodged in my favorite university residence hall in London several times during the Proms, and there have always been some middle-aged and elderly people from distant areas staying there specifically to attend those concerts.

I had heard of Chapbooks in my wanderings through history, but never seen them. This sounds interesting. I like your idea of sketch or photo books of people's travels through the LOTSW filming areas, too.

Happy to hear that you're that much improved. Onward and upward!

Wasn't that Tom Owen? Or did you mean the character, rather than the actor?

There's an extra hand in this one. Weird!

It was several weeks after my diagnosis with sepsis before I could consume anything more challenging than clear soup. Hang in there. I've read that full recovery from severe bacterial infection takes about 18 months.

Rest in peace, Dick, and may your survivors find comfort in remembering you.

That first few words of that line always remind me of the Captain's speech in the movie Cool Hand Luke. "What we've got here is a failure to communicate."

In region that I'm familiar with, south central upstate New York, they're called alleys. Could be different elsewhere in the States.

Does anyone have any idea what they're called in Nuneaton, where my English ancestors came from? Or in Tayvallich and Bellanoch, in the Knapdale area of Argyll and Bute, where some of my Scots ancestors came from?

Llandudno needs a scare-eagle like this one. And he's not kidding!

That's much more to my taste! (Except that it would have to be non-alcoholic beer to avoid clashing with some of my medications.)

Nope! Hyacinth's attempt at airs and graces annoyed me beyond bearing. I'd go out of my way to snub her.

I've read about coastal towns hiring people as the equivalent of scarecrows to keep the gulls off the beaches.

Looks interesting, and there are several locations: https://www.railexplorers.net/locations

Usually I see more detail in B&W, because my attention isn't grabbed by the color. I, too, like photos of all sorts of passageways, especially ones with a bend, because they invite the viewer to walk down them and find out what's around that bend.

Spooky!

As far as I could tell when it happened to me, this falls into the category of "stuff happens," to state it politely. None of the medical people I dealt with had a better answer, neither two years ago when my surgical incision was badly infected, nor last November when I had sepsis from a kidney...

Apathy birthday to you. To quote Satchel Paige, "How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?" That was toward the end of his 50-year pro baseball career.

Glad to hear it, Terry. That sounds a lot like what I had that was diagnosed as sepsis. Glad you were diagnosed and treated quickly. Hope the antibiotic isn't ototoxic, as one of mine was.