Naughty pics, number one for business and the dog’s Bar Mitzvah

Some of my most prolific posts this week have been nothing to do with work at all.  I belong to a Facebook group for people who grew up in this area – I haven’t moved far.  I like it here.  So someone irritated me by criticising the way the locality has changed since the 80s.  Obviously it’s different – the demographic has shifted, housing estates have replaced some of the open spaces and streets are dirtier – no different to any other part of London.

Imaginative Training | @WeekendWitch | blogSo to demonstrate that beauty is everywhere if you just look, I posted a photo of the Victorian boating lake in our local park.  Mature trees bordering duck filled dusky water reflected the early evening sunshine.   The little boats bobbed under the weight of people laughing as they floated around and a long queue licked ice creams as they patiently waited their turn.  I can’t remember exactly how many people liked the photo or commented on my post but it was a lot.

Things change.  Geography is dynamic. And social media enables people to reconnect with the places and people they consider their roots.  How fantastic that we can chat with people we didn’t know growing up – and some we did – about shared memories, joint reminiscences and long forgotten gossip.  Obviously I advocate the benefits of Facebook for business, but this week has highlighted its social benefits in absolute clarity.

LinkedIn’s still my number one for business though – picked up two lovely new clients this week!  One is a sensational business coach I’d connected with last year at a networking event and the other found me through a search for copywriters.  As I said… the power of social media networking, eh?

So continuing with the all-important

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networking, I attended a Women in Business morning on Friday with my cousin Suzy, who recently set up an events management business.  She made me laugh in the car on the way there, telling me about her latest booking – to cater for, and decorate… a dog’s Bar Mitzvah!!  How funny is that?!

Angie called to tell me she’s signed up for Instagram and where am I?  Well, I do have a profile there but I’ve never uploaded any pics – prefer Pinterest.  Is it naughty for a social media consultant to not be posting pics on Instagram?  One thing I tell my social media clients is that you don’t need to be everywhere… choose the platforms that suit you, your business and your customers.  Angie also told me she reads this blog every week through Twitter.  She thinks the lyrics are clever, so… this one’s for you.  Remember it?  “I met him at the candy store, he turned around and smiled at me – you get the picture?”  Instagram picture? No.  Pinterest? Yes.  Or Twitter?  Of course: @WeekendWitch.

Radio interview, Into Darkness and a client who wouldn’t pay

Firstly, huge thanks to everyone who shared last week’s blog promoting awareness of childhood stroke.  The response was overwhelming and I’m so grateful for the support I’ve received.  This weekend marked the fourth anniversary of my son’s stroke, and my interview on national radio highlighted that’s it’s still difficult to talk about it subjectively – writing is definitely easier for me. 

We marked the occasion with a trip to see Star Trek: Into Darkness – which was a bit bizarre, as his first stroke was the day after we’d seen the last Star Trek film.  Excellent movie, of course.  If you saw the photos of me in my Star Trek uniform last year on Twitter you’ll know I’m a STNG fan – not a freakish one, mind – just the normal level of liking and dressing up…

Imaginative Training | Social media blogSomething unusual and a little disconcerting happened last week: I was faced with my first non-paying client.  I was kind of inclined to write off the debt as a bad day and a lesson learned.  A woman who had misrepresented her position at a company (she told me she owned it!) cancelled a training session when I arrived at her office to deliver it!  Now, I’m not an unreasonable person by any means.  If someone has to cancel a session with me I am happy to reschedule.  Never in seventeen years had I even dreamed of resorting to ‘contract discussions.’ 

But on this one occasion, I was so annoyed.  She’d booked bespoke social media training for her team and had already rescheduled once.  Had she had the decency to call or email me the evening before and admit that she had lied about her position in the firm, and confessed that she had no authority to book training, I probably would have said ok.  I could have spent the day catching up on other work, writing, having lunch with Gill or dancing around my bedroom.  (Yes, I’ve started doing that again – let’s hear it for Donna Summer, Sophie Ellis Bexter and Chic!)

Instead, I left home at Imaginative Training | Social media blogthe crack of dawn, drove through rush hour traffic and lugged my laptop from the parking lot, only to be told “Oh, it’s not actually my business and my boss won’t let me spend money on training, so we’ll have to leave it.  I should have called you.”

I can’t abide rudeness, and for someone to simply not bother dropping a quick email was bad behaviour beyond compare.  So I explained to her that no business can run that way, and I would be invoicing, as per the cancellation clause in the contract she had received (twice!)

I don’t have time to start chasing money.  I’m very fortunate in that most of my clients pay promptly on receipt of the invoice so it’s never been an issue I’ve had to deal with.  And I have to tell you, I didn’t feel good about the whole thing.  But business is business, and how can any small business survive if clients order services then change their minds and refuse to pay?  So, after ten minutes of dilly dallying, I called up a friendly and sociable guy I’d met a couple of times at networking events, and within a week the money was in my bank! Clayton Coke is polite, professional and a super person to deal with.  If you find yourself in a quandary with an unpaid bill, for whatever reason, give him a call.

As Donna told us, “She works hard for the money, so hard for it honey.  She works hard for the money so you better treat her right.”  Well, I don’t do THAT sort of work, but I do work hard to keep my social media clients happy!!  Ask me about it here, as usual: @WeekendWitch.

Childhood stroke: a mother’s story

This article supports ‘Feeling overwhelmed’ a Stroke Association  report published this month.

“What??”  The look of incredulous disbelief when I tell people… “My son had a stroke.”

Oliver was 13 when he complained of a vicious headache; I sent him to bed with a painkiller, unaware that at some point he had passed out dizzily on his bed.  A trip to the GP the next morning proved eventful: whilst sitting in the waiting room a quarter of his vision disappeared.  Oli seemed unperturbed: “I can’t see over there,” he told me, waving his hand randomly to the right.  “It’s all gone black.”

Oli and me for blog1The locum GP diagnosed migraine and sent us home with paracetamol, but I took Oli straight to casualty.  Over the following months we were regular visitors to five hospitals, and at each one the staff told me: “Your mother’s intuition probably saved his life.”  Whipps Cross casualty in east London has a specialist eye unit, affiliated to Moorfields.  The consultant recognised a potential brain problem and ordered a CT scan.  It was clear.  He wasn’t satisfied.  The next day Oli was admitted to the RoyalLondonHospital for tests, hours later we had our result: stroke caused by a vertebral artery dissection.  The paediatrician explained it to us, one of the four major arteries in his neck had split, causing a blood clot that prevented blood flowing to his brain.

What’s a stroke?

All we previously knew of stroke was that it happened to old people.  In fact, it’s a brain attack in which the blood supply to the brain is cut off, caused either by a clot, as in Oli’s case, or bleeding in the brain. Around 150,000 people have a stroke in the UK every year and 400 of these are children.

Oliver was lucky. The consequences could have been catastrophic – as we were repeatedly told three months later when a further stroke landed him in Great Ormond Street.  Had we left the GP’s that day and gone home with just the paracetamol, the final stroke may well have been fatal.

Oli has made a fantastic recovery, but the trauma has left its scars on me, his mother.  I’m speaking about it now, to coincide with Action on Stroke Month 2013 and the launch of the Stroke Association’s report:  Feeling overwhelmed, because the emotional impact on families is still relatively forgotten during the rehab period and beyond.

Stroke can happen to people at any age and, when it’s a child, the massive emotional trauma impacts on the whole family and can be at least as devastating as the physical problems that many stroke survivors are left with. Emotional wellbeing is vital for a good recovery, both physically and mentally, and The Stroke Association’s report shows that carers can be affected equally as much as patients – in fact, for some carers, the emotional problems can get worse, not better.

It’s important, too, to remember that, 251400_10150336845856255_4285587_nin most cases, there’s a whole family affected.  It can be particularly hard for siblings, especially if, as I did, the mother lives at the hospital, leaving another child or children to effectively cope alone.  My older son Ben was 15 and in the middle of his all-important GCSEs when Oli fell ill.  I’ll always be grateful to the wonderful bank of friends and cousins who rallied round, bringing trays of food, taking the laundry, driving him to places he needed to go.

For grandparents, too, the emotional impact is intense.  The older generation mourns the loss of their peers to stroke, they can’t comprehend this cruel and sudden attack on someone so young.  My own parents temporarily stopped working to provide the support we needed at that time, but not all families are lucky enough to benefit from an extended family structure.

School support

Shockwaves reverberated around the boys’ school too. They recognised the incredible strain weighing down on the whole family, and we were fortunate that they stepped up and offered extra support to both boys.   They wrote to the exam board to explain the extenuating circumstances under which Ben sat his exams and, when Oli eventually returned to school, we felt confident that he would be well cared for during the day.

Meetings were held to discuss what extra assistance was deemed necessary, and Oli’s classmates were educated to recognise the signs of stroke – like the highly publicised FAST campaign:

  • Face – is it drooping?
  • Arms – can the person raise them both?
  • Speech – is it slurred?
  • Time – to call an ambulance!

Crumbling finances and family breakdowns

Our lives changed irreversibly.  I stopped working to be with Oli at the hospital, and then to care for him at home, eagle-eyed and possessive to the point of making us both crazy.  My husband lost his job, a hard-nosed and ignorant HR manager at his company telling him that her granddad had had a stroke and she hadn’t taken time off work…  Yeah?  Like that’s the same thing!  He had cause to fight a legal battle for unfair dismissal, but neither the time nor the inclination.  Our total focus was on Oli.

But of course the effect of this was two lost incomes and a mounting pile of debts. Imagine the pressure of crumbling financial security on top of living on a knife edge with a child you fear will collapse any moment.  Families fold under far less harrowing circumstances.  They can’t communicate, they can’t cope, they struggle with a new family dynamic and changed identities.  Finances dissipate, everyone’s exhausted, everything breaks down.

408124_10150633017386255_1995293374_nThe new report reveals what those of us living it already know: ‘stroke causes an emotional shockwave for carers.’  It names lack of sleep as one of the key problems – imagine that as a parent!  I still check my son in the middle of the night to make sure he’s breathing.  It’s no wonder exhaustion compounds carers’ anxiety; when you live with a constant, overwhelming fear it infiltrates not only your daily life, but your dreams too.

The ensuing negative impact on relationships seems trivial compared to the physical battle some survivors face, yet a strong and nurturing family relationship relieves the loneliness many may face – especially if they can’t talk to each other and don’t have access to anyone professional to share their feelings with.

Building a business to work from home

We’ve been lucky; we made it through. My husband found another job and I set up my social media business – working from home and limiting myself at first to only taking on London-based clients, keeping me close to Oli.  I travel around now, but it took time for me to be comfortable being out of touch for any length of time.   For two years I refused to be more than a 30 minute journey from wherever Oli happened to be, and I’d take the bus to London rather than be unreachable on the underground.  It’s so important for mothers to maintain their identity after a major family trauma and I’m lucky to have found a niche in the market to create a life that works for me and my family.

As Oli’s health improved I was able to expand the business.  Children are resilient, and even stroke survivors may improve sufficiently for carers to regain enough independence to recoup some of the features of their ‘previous life’.  It can be possible for a mother caring for a sick child to continue to work, albeit in a slightly different format to their previous career.  There’s a balance there – it may be delicate, but it’s definitely there if you have the determination to find it.

So I’ve been fortunate to have built up a thriving company – creating on-line profiles for clients, training them to use social media effectively for their business or managing it for them: tweeting, blogging, posting updates, keeping them visible and well-branded across the Internet.

Our Facebook community

Somewhere along this path back to a state of ‘kind-of-normality,’ I set up a Facebook group for the parents of other child stroke survivors.  I’m able to traverse that path with the odd skip and a jump now, but in the long days and nights following the initial shock I couldn’t contemplate life ever resembling its former self – or me, for that matter.   Membership currently stands at 58 and it’s a forum for discussion, advice and support.  An anxious parent can throw out questions relating to hospital tests, treatment, social service support or whatever they need to know, and someone will reply, day or night.  People share stories of their child’s achievements too, and receive encouragement and love from our little community, brought together through tragedy and moving forward hand-in-virtual-hand towards a brighter tomorrow for our kids.

The new report

My introduction to The Stroke Association also came via social media.  It’s a charity that works directly with stroke survivors and their families, along with health and social care professionals, scientists and researchers;  giving people affected by stroke a better life.

Its latest report: Feeling overwhelmed, calls for psychological and emotional support to be recognised as being as important to recovery as physical rehabilitation.   The team firmly believes that the emotional needs of carers must be recognised and appropriate support made available to them.

The report findings focus on adult survivors, yet with childhood stroke, the emotional impact inevitably crushes the whole family.  High levels of fear of a recurrent stroke are widely reported, along with feelings of anger.  Couple this with a parent’s constant self-doubt – could we have prevented it?  Did we genetically cause it? – and you have a perfect recipe for depression. The Stroke Association’s point in commissioning the survey is to ensure that stroke survivors don’t feel abandoned after leaving hospital, and to push for greater availability of information and practical advice to help families cope with the onslaught of emotion that can be as crippling as the physical effects.

Today…

The Stroke Association's official pic of Oli as displayed on its website

The Stroke Association’s official pic of Oli as displayed on its website

So here we are, four years later – we’ve all survived, although no reason for the dissection that caused Oli’s stroke has become evident.  He is taking his A levels and we’re so proud that he has received offers from every university he applied for; a glowing academic career looms.  His dad is finally settled in a job he enjoys and his brother is studying law at uni. I’m slowly coming out of my constant state of anxiety – meditation helps.  As a family we managed to stay cohesive, and the Stroke Association aims to make sure all families can do so, with whatever support they may need.

To find out more

May is Action on Stroke Month 2013. To find out more about what’s going on please click here. You can also find out more about childhood stroke here.

I tweet about stroke, as well as social media – you can usually find me here: @WeekendWitch.

Facebook invitations, personal rebranding and fun on the farm

I’ve been working with a graphic designer and artist named Martyn – he does the pictures, I do the words.  On Tuesday, Martyn invited me to venture out for the day into deepest darkest Essex to visit a potential client together.  It was a glorious day – the sun shone brightly as we wasted time sharing secrets on a bench overlooking the estuary, the water sparkling and gulls swooping overhead.  I like to think that at this point I looked professional yet maybe a little pre-Raphaelitic in my long purple silk dress and very high stilettos.  (Martyn hates the pre-Raphaelites by the way, it’s one thing we disagree on.)  So wandering off to our business meeting, I wasn’t quite prepared for what was to follow…

 

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To catch a star
Martyn Royce

It was a farm!   Marsh Farm is a super children’s day out that’s being redeveloped into a mini adventure park, complete with tractor rides and indoor skating.  So I traipsed through muddy fields and cow sheds, viewing piglets and the cutest baby goats, dress trailing in pools of slop and a smell that overwhelmed even Dior.  We had such fun. The farm will be promoting itself via social media, so you might see Twitter updates from them coming soon.

 

In stark contrast, the following night was a more conventional evening of professionalism, wine and canapés, yet full of the buzz and excitement of a day trip out.  IF!  Britain is an annual writing competition for young people to submit ideas for improving the country, and this was the award ceremony to celebrate its winners.   So a fresh generation gave their take on social, economic and environmental improvements, with the winners receiving cash prizes and a five star holiday. For the business community attending the event in the high tech RBS offices in London, it was a chance to engage with enthusiastic, lovely young people hell bent on fast tracking change.  The winner was a university student named Rebecca who hopes to work in social media, so we had a long chat and are now connected on LinkedIn, the ever-increasing portal to business success. 

Funnily, my invitation to IF! Britain came via my personal Facebook page.  My scrabble friend Bonny (NOT naked scrabble buddy!) noticed that I shared a Facebook friend with her daughter Yasmin, and Yasmin was arranging the event.  Would I like to go?  Of course I would.  Networking, meeting rising business and social talent, and bubbly drinks accompanying little sun dried tomato treats and battered king prawns – no question!!

This highlights (yet again) the potency of social media.  Bonny would never have connected me to her daughter’s colleague in everyday life – yet, through Facebook, our contacts are glaringly visible for people to capitalise on when making business introductions.  Until now, Facebook has been the medium I use least for increasing business visibility, but this proves its worth.  I met some fantastic people at IF! that I am now connected to via all manner of social media and I’m sure I’ll see again on the London business networking circuit. 

I hope they’ll recognise me…  You may have noticed my personal rebranding.  I finally decided to update my five-year-old photo, and thank you for the many complimentary messages received about the new pic!! It was snapped by Caitlin Anderson, a gorgeous photographer who has a selection of wildlife and creative water photos for you to see on Pinterest.  My new cover pic is actually a paint drop in water – it reflects how we can make a splash using social media, and even a small drop creates ripples that spread far, reaching people who wouldn’t otherwise have known we are there.

So, picture this: a sky full of thunder, picture this: my telephone number.  One and one is what I’m telling you – got a pocket computer, try to do what you used to do, yeah….   If you don’t already know it, my telephone number is 0208 551 7077.  Or you can find me here, as usual: @WeekendWitch.

Fashion recruitment, videodoodles and meeting the Dalai Lama

As much as I would have loved to meet him, it wasn’t me who met the Dalai Lama this week.  My friend saw him when he visited Cambridge and he wished her peace.  This reminded me of my trip to the Tibetan Monastery with Maz, where, again, I didn’t meet him.  His Holiness promotes values such as forgiveness, tolerance and contentment.  Well, we all want happiness and a world free from suffering so I can relate to most of that, but I’m probably destined never to meet such an icon of forgiveness. It’s a shame because being unforgiving is definitely one of my biggest faults.

I really can’t understand the families of victims who publicly forgive murderers, rapists, terrorists…  I completely get that these people have to establish a way to stop the anger and pain eating away at them and ruining more lives, but I personally can’t imagine it.  I don’t want to get into that here, but moving on and rebuilding lives can surely stem from finding new challenges to focus on, or calming techniques such as meditation to create an inner peace.  (Actually I do forgive – but I never forget…)

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Fashions the Dalai Lama might like

Something else I haven’t forgotten is the joy of changing people’s lives for the better.  I’ve mentioned before how I love introducing people who can help each other in business and it’s one of the wonderful things about networking.  In a way, it’s a bit like my days working in recruitment (five years, actually): matching up people who can benefit each other, selecting a trusted contact to meet someone else’s needs.  So my mind started whirling when I visited an independent fashion company recently at Oxford Circus to help them devise a social media marketing plan, and we decided it would be beneficial for them to recruit someone to handle the social media, blogging, photography and website uploads on a daily basis.

Recruitment can be a costly business, but of course I knew someone to introduce!  A few months ago a young girl contacted me on-line to read through and comment on her dissertation proposal, so I emailed to see if she’d be interested in this position.  She was – and, to cut to the chase, they’ve employed her!!  I received the most gorgeous flowers on Saturday as a thank you, and now I’m looking forward to a lovely working relationship with the fashion team as we create and maximise their social media presence.

Also, during this busy week, I had a lot of fun working with a fantastic designer named Andy A to create two videodoodles – one for social media and the other for plain English.  They’ll be on my website soon, but you can see them now on YouTube – I’d love to know what you think!!  Warning, the music will either get on your nerves or make you so cheerful you’ll get on everyone else’s nerves.

“They took the credit for your second symphony, rewritten by machine and new technology.  And now I understand the problems you can see.”  If you’ve got problems in your business, particularly with your social media marketing, planning or communications, I definitely do understand!  Get in touch for a chat – by phone or here: @WeekendWitch.

 

No politics, disgraceful behaviour and an incident in the 80s too rude to publish

Love her or hate her, Margaret Thatcher was a leader of strength and personal integrity, and she spearheaded a country that was in turmoil before she entered number 10.  I don’t usually write from any political standpoint, but I have mentioned before that I class her as an inspirational woman, although that’s not the reason I’m writing this today.

Imaginative training blog | Social Media | Plain EnglishThe eighties shaped me:  music, big hair, shoulder pads, Diana, parties, riots, the lot.  Margaret Thatcher showed girls of my generation that it was no longer a man’s world and we could achieve anything.  I’m not commenting on her political strategies, the miners, the Falklands or anything contentious – I’m simply saying that, throughout a tumultuous decade, she conducted herself with more dignity than some I could name today.

But I really have to say how disgraceful the public celebrations have been, and how appalling of the press to endorse the views of people who weren’t even born when she was in charge. All this does is highlight the general ignorance of a large section of the population.  The man who proclaimed it’s her fault he hasn’t worked for 30 years is clearly unemployable by anyone’s standards.  He claims to live on the breadline, yet this poverty-stricken person can still manage to buy 30 pints of beer in celebration…

Enough said, apart from my favourite thing about the late Baroness – she invented Mr Whippy ice cream!!  One Twitter friend’s retort was “…with the milk she stole from schoolchildren?” which did make me laugh.  Then I went and ate a bowl of ice cream.

The impending funeral arrangements are forecast to bring the city to a standstill on Wednesday, so I have cancelled a lecture I was attending at Postman’s Park.  If you’ve never heard of this beautiful garden close by the Barbican, I can tell you that there’s some true inspiration there.  Built on the site of a former burial ground, it houses the Victorian ‘Memorial to Heroic Self Sacrifice’: dedicated to the memories to ordinary people who died saving the lives of others and who might otherwise have been forgotten.  An understated shelter is decorated with beautiful art nouveau ceramic tablets, each one recounting the dreadful fate of people who drowned or burnt to death a hundred-odd years ago, saving the lives of others.  Community spirit – something I hope emerges again in the city on Wednesday.

Imaginative training blog | Social Media | Plain EnglishSome people think Postman’s Park is a bit morbid.  But, as I’ve told you before, I do love graveyards.  Witchiness comments aside, I love the tranquility and beauty of crumbling Victorian stones overrun with ivy and moss concealing the swirly engravings.  Marion and I have spent many happy afternoons wandering through the damp grass, somewhat removed from our afternoon activities of 1983, when we first met and created havoc up and down Regent Street.  If you’ve been reading this blog for the 18 months it’s been running, you will know a little of our naughtiness (and – by the way – thank you!).  If not (you can get it here), Marion is my crazy friend from Hamleys, now ensconced in the Scottish wilderness.  Thirty years of friendship is something worth celebrating, plus a big birthday (hers, not mine).  Have a wonderful day, GKYDI.

And for a week celebrating a woman’s life, this reminds me of our nights dancing in Carnaby Street, in the pub where our policewoman friend broke the loo bonking the toy shop security guard…  (This story is too rude to add to the blog title now, but people were less professional back then…!)  “Anything you want done, baby, I’ll do it naturally… I’m every woman, it’s all in me, I can read your thoughts right now – every one from A to Z.”

And while we’re on that subject – I’m offering a free copy of my guide “Words that Work: an A-Z guide of plain English words and phrases.”  Sign up on the left of this page for your free copy!

 

Social media friends, the Bedroom Bar and being a mistress

So… three years of hardish work, concentrating, analysing, a hell of a lot of reading and yellow highlighting – and finally I’ve graduated with my Masters Degree!  Someone asked whether they should call me Master now – of course not, I’m a woman!!  Mistress…??  I know that makes some of you laugh. (Not Steven.) [Read more...]

Plain English goddesses, chicken soup and being caught with my pants down

What does Easter actually mean?  Goddesses, witches and chocolate?  Its history stems way beyond the religious elements – as intertwined as they may be.  I wanted to tell you about the beautiful goddess Eostre in whose memory we actually celebrate the world’s rebirth – and to my delight, when I researched her, it turns out she was a witch!  A good one, of course, but my skim through the Internet found tales of maidens at dawn and sword dances with twelve men. [Read more...]

Fantasy, chocolate economy and tweeting for the soldiers

I spent Saturday night tweeting for the inspiring Soldiering on Through Life Trust charity, and it was truly one of the most awesome evenings I can remember for quite some time.  The charity was set up by someone I became friends with last year, and supports severely wounded members of the military and their families to live normal and worthwhile lives.  Saturday’s dazzling annual award ceremony honoured a handful of people who have overcome devastation to become a huge inspiration for others. 

An Easter bucketful of celebrities co-presented the awards, along with senior military personnel and HRH The Duke of Gloucester – and we were showered with glittering performances from some of the UK’s finest entertainers.  [Read more...]

Mystery Twitter men, candlelit dinners, and my guilty pleasure

The power cut in the Rover’s Return reminded me of the first day of the Millenium, when we spent the afternoon in a candlelit pub in Waltham Abbey.  I wanted to be somewhere seeped in history, and the Abbey’s been standing for centuries. The first wooden church was built there in 610 by Sabert, king of the East Saxons, extended in stone by Offa of Mercia, then established as a point of pilgrimage during the reign of Cnut (1016-1035) – being very carefully not to misspell that one!

So we wandered through fields and gardens surrounding King Harold’s grave before seeking a 21st century lunch in the nearby pub.  Its power cut led to a sparkling array of candles on every surface, probably exactly like it was at the turn of 11th century – but without the smell, or the plague. [Read more...]