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Jill Bolte Taylor: My stroke of insight
Neuroanatomist Jill Bolte Taylor had an opportunity few brain scientists would wish for: One morning, she realized she was having a massive stroke. As it happened — as she felt her brain functions slip away one by one, speech, movement, understanding — she studied and remembered every moment. This […]

How can it be the end of March already?!
It’s not just me, is it? Easter felt infeasibly early this year. I happened before the clocks went forward (from GMT to BST). In fact, it happened before it had even stopped snowing!
And now that Easter is passed, Jesus has risen again (Alleluia!) and in […]

Today Jane and I were in Edinburgh for the baptism of our nephew Aidan.
En route we managed to buy me a really nice dinner suit (for only £95) from Slater Menswear on George Street in preparation for the National Youth Choir of Great Britain’s 25th anniversary concert at Birmingham Symphony Hall next month.
We also popped […]

Mum had a letter published in the Selkirk Weekend Advertiser last weekend
There are still kind people about.
A friend and I travelled into Edinburgh on ‘Blue Monday’ for a hospital appointment. Heavy rain had soaked us and the bus was cold. A kind lady directed us to the right bus stop and told us where to […]

This post is related to this post: Mum’s hassles with British Gas.
I spent this evening writing a carefully worded letter to four people:

Mr Sam Laidlaw, Chief Executive of Centrica plc
Mr Phil Bentley, Managing Director of British Gas
Mr Alastair Buchanan, Chief Executive of Ofgem Scotland
Mrs Rosalie J Saunders

A word of explanation:

#1 is the chief executive of […]

What is it about national companies these days. Seriously, does no one care about customer care any more? Are we all just anonymous consumers paying our electronic cash to anonymous, faceless corporations?
Can you tell I’m a little annoyed?
I was on the phone to Mum this evening. She’s really upset: it appears that she […]

Me with my Mum and Dad, in 1997 (I think)
Today is the 10th anniversary of the death of my father, Keith John Saunders. He died at 23:50 on Sunday 04 January 1998.
I can hardly believe that it’s been so long. Ten years.
Here’s something I wrote shortly after he died:
Where did he go? My faith […]