Written by me

On Yom Kippur I made my first visit to synagogue since my daughter’s batmitzvah in March, when, just before commencing the service, the rabbi announced “No recording equipment of any kind is allowed.” Everything was going without a hitch, until I stood up with the…

In July, my 13-year-old daughter Lily flew to Camp George, a URJ summer camp on a lake near Toronto. Swine flu was at its peak. Naturally I was a little concerned: “Did I just hear you cough?.. You sweating Lily?” “Dad, Stop being paranoid!” It…

Last Thursday night I was at Harry Morgan’s having my weekly dinner with my friend Arnold. “I went to see a client in the City today, and the receptionist asked me my name. I told her it was Peter Rosengard.” “She picked up a phone…

Last Friday, my friend Arnold asked me what I was doing for the weekend. “I’m going climbing,” I said. “Climbing. The only climbing you’ve ever done is of the social variety!” “I happen to come from a long line of Jewish mountaineers; my uncle, Sherpa…

Peter Rosengard loses his mobile phone. Visiting friends last half term holiday, we had just taken off on our flight from Montreal to Toronto. "Can I have my phone back Lily? I asked my 13 year old daughter. "I haven't got it Dad." "I gave…

Daniel knelt by my side at the table, a knife in his hand. With one decisive blow… he sliced the top off my boiled egg. “ At last!... perfection Mr Rosengard!” he said. “Yellow runny; white firm.” “Well done Daniel,” I said to the young…

Daniel knelt by my side at the table, a knife in his hand; with one decisive blow... he sliced the head off my boiled egg. " At last!... perfection... Mr Rosengard!" He said. "Yellow runny... white hard." "Well done Daniel." I said to the young…

Last Wednesday I was eating breakfast at The Regency (“Home of the Power Breakfast”) Hotel in New York. At the next table was a bald, middle-aged man in glasses, in a dark gray T-shirt and black shirt jacket reading the New York Times. “Larry! “…

When your ten year old daughter shouts "Daddy! Don't stand up in the canoe!" It is a good idea to listen to her. I didn't; I stood up, and a second later we were both swimming in The Lake of The Two Rivers.We were in…

Just after breakfast the other day, I was standing in Claridge’s foyer, when an elderly portly gentleman in tweeds with a neatly clipped grey moustache, walked briskly up to me. “Good morning.” he said. ”Where are you off to?” Before I could answer, he said…