St Martin

We have a lodger! While The Mother is between homes we are having to take care of the few possessions that made her room her home.

Many A few years ago I was on a Teacher Training course at St. Martin's, Lancaster. Art was one of my "mains" and the Head of Department, Ben Holgate, specialised in ceramics. The Mother saw a photo of his interpretation of St. Martin in the prospectus and did her best to make a copy of it at evening class.

The college was called St. Martin's after a Roman soldier who was converted to Christianity. The college was housed in the former barracks of the King's Own Royal Regiment so a fitting place for a soldier!

I didn't last long at college but St. Martin is still here to remind me of that year.

The tears that were welling up yesterday spilled out today as I struggled with internet connections, internet bank accounts and PayPal accounts. Just after you log out for good security you get asked to go and look at your account for a code! Frustrating!

I should have ended the day on YouTube playing: Make it with You, My Sweet Lord, Spirit in the Sky. That would keep me happy. Now let me see, what else was in the charts a few years ago? Oh, no, I'll be up all night!