The Last Furlong

Comments on the race of life.


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My best friend

Mr Furlong is my best friend. Continue reading

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My mother died today 15 years ago

The Furlongs were at my mother’s death. Three of us – my sister, Mr Furlong and I. Continue reading


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Our snow

I was complaining that we’d had no snow. No snow at all whilst the rest of England had lashings of it. Continue reading


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Wrapping presents

The worst thing about Christmas preparations for this Furlong is wrapping gifts. Continue reading


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My mother and her archaeology

In 1946/47, my mother and father spent a year in the States.  He was topping up a science degree and she was touring, lecturing on South Africa. Continue reading


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My melancholy mood

Oh dear – I got side tracked today.

I looked at old photos – hundreds of old photos from years and years ago. I hate photos – they make me depressed. Continue reading


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Bad words

I was thinking how degraded I’ve become.

I use the F word. I use it simply in conversation occasionally and sometimes it spills over into a post. Or even a post title – as in ‘FFS’ Continue reading