Friday, November 30, 2012
Joy's house is like an Aladdin's cave. Apart from the treasures they brought back from their years abroad Joy is very artistic and decorates anything that doesn't move like these bottles I've forgotten the name of this particular skill. Can you remind me please? I have just spoken to Joy and it slipped my mind to ask her.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
The best argument against democracy is a five minute conversation with the average voter.
An appeaser is one who feeds a crocodile hoping it will eat him last.
He looks like a female llama surprised while bathing.
Winston Churchill on Clement Atlee.
The House of Lords is like a glass of champagne that has stood for five days.
Clement Freud calling Mrs Thatcher : Attila the hen.
You realise you are no longer in Government when you get in the back of your car and it does not go anywhere. MalcolmRifkind
My position on cake is pro- having it and pro-eating it. Boris Johnson.
The trouble with socialism is you eventually run out of other people’s money. Mrs Thatcher.
Only two things are necessary to keep one’s wife happy. First let her think she is having her own way. And second, let her have it. Lyndon B Johnson
If ignorance is bliss, then you must be one happy liberal. American bumper sticker. The last word may be interchangeable.
A Communist is one who has nothing and wishes to share it with the world. Anon
Gordon Brown looking like a bad tempered wardrobe in a suit.
Michael Deacon from whom I purloined the above from an article he wrote on the newly published Dictionary of Humorous Political Quotations edited by Fred Metcalf
Monday, November 26, 2012
Yesterday was a sad, sad day.
I drew the curtains in the bathroom and through the frosted glass could see a red glow. Hurrying downstairs I went out of the back porch and through the hedge glimpsed an ambulance and a police car. We wondered if it had something to do with the flooding but as time went on and the ambulance remained MTL said it didn’t look good.
Eventually a neighbour phoned and said that our opposite neighbour had been found by his garden letter box and it was too late to do anything.
We shall miss you
Roy Dunglisson 1943-2012 Requiem in Pace
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Alice and Tom in
Last century when I was in
The video below explains the High Line. Tom was very impressed and thought something similar could be done to about a 1/3 of
where he was at University. I look forward
to hearing from our man in UK
– Unbearable Banishment. New York
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
The Queen and I are deeply moved.
It is a week of anniversaries: on Thursday Joy would have been married to Mike for 60 years and she invited Jackie and me to lunch with her. Then she got the delightful news that her son and his partner were going to visit her on the day and stay over.As a result Joy and I had lunch together yesterday which was the 62nd anniversary of her meeting Mike. It was also the 65th anniversary of the Queen and Phillip’s marriage. Well done both!
Then on Friday MTL and I have our 33rd anniversary – the roses came early. Jackie didn’t make our lunch yesterday as she is about to have a minor op – fingers crossed all goes smoothly.
That’s my Tuesday nights sorted for the next five weeks. Last Tango in Halifax had its first episode on BBC 1 at 9pm last night, and it is very watchable with faultless acting from Anne Reid, Derek Jacobi, Sara Lancashire and Nicola Walker who head a stalwart cast.
Icouldn’t help a feeling of déjà vu. It is set in and around Skipton – where we had a cottage for decades and the two main characters are in their late seventies and have just been reunited after 60 years with the help of their grandsons and the internet. It seems they were drawn to each other as children but then she was going to move away and arranged to meet him. She never turned up, he waited two hours and he was as heart broken as one can be at that tender age. In spite of a reasonably happy marriage he carried a torch for her the rest of his life.
Hesitant at first , they really opened up to each other and discovered that her family had to ‘flit’ in a hurry and she just had time to write him a note explaining and making it clear she wanted to see him again. Sadly he never got the note and guess what? The recalcitrant postman turned out to be his late wife. The first all day conversation they had really rang true to me:
‘Were you really in love with me?’
‘Did you really think I’d stood you up?’
They have an truly adventurous day- his car is stolen and she manages to crash her car into his- which ends when they are collected by their daughters both of whom have their own dramas unfolding and neither of whom are thrilled at this recent development in their respective parent’s love life.
It rings true – truth is stranger than fiction, there is plenty of humour and the ever present
scenery – not just the pretty bits, makes this something to relish. But don’t take my word for it – give it a
whirl. The writer is Sally Wainwright
(Scott and Bailey)
Monday, November 19, 2012
Sunday, November 18, 2012
The view from my bedroom.
The view from an attic window
A later view from attic window after tiles removed, procedures involving wood , nails and felt (shh darling - men talking - not all bad - he gets to to make all the tea and biscuits)
View from the garden - and while its there- new guttering and a face paint.
Friday, November 16, 2012
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
I couldn't think why # 1 son sent me this photograph and he reminded me of the green Ford Prefect
I used to drive
Pat: "Yes I do remember but can't place the timing. Obviously before the Spitfire. Can you remember how old you were?"
# 1 Son: "You ran us to Bidborough ( Village school) in it I think.
You certainly took a door off it reversing out of the garage."
I didn't remind him of how we found a new door from a reclamation yard and I bought paint to make it green like the car. I was told not to paint it in the rain ( it rained a lot in those days) but I thought as long as I did it in the garage all would be well. The garage was really an old stable - fairly open to the elements - as a result the colour dripped like a waterfall and when it dried it looked so very sixties I left it. Memories eh?
Monday, November 12, 2012
Remember, Remember the point of Movember
Movember started in
and it involves the growing of a moustache during the month of November to
raise awareness and funds for men’s health, particularly with regard to
testicular cancer and prostate cancer. Australia
My grandson Tom and his Dad have both become Mo Bros which means they started on the first of November with a clean shaven face having registered at movember.com. For the entire month each Mo Bro must grow and groom a moustache. There is to be no joining of the mo to the sideburns (that’s considered a beard), there’s to be no joining of the handlebars to the chin (that’s considered a goatee) and each Mo Bro must conduct himself like a true gentleman.
If- like me, you love a Mo Bro you can support them as a Mo Sista. If you would like to support Tom click on: http://mobro.co/tommanwaring.
No photos of my boys yet as their early growth is a bit sparse but Great, Great, Granddad Williams is below. At the end of the month hopefully men’s health care will be more in line with women’s and there will be parties and great rejoicing far and wide.
Wednesday, November 07, 2012
Three Puds and a Train…
On Sunday night I watched the last episode of ‘Downton Abbey’ - Laura Carmichael was playing Lady Edith. On Monday night – with nothing new to read, dipped into my old copy of Sir Peter Hall’s autobiography ‘Making an Exhibition of Myself.’
Last night I read in the Daily Telegraph that Sir Peter, as a member of the audience, had interrupted Laura Carmichael’s speech in ‘Uncle Vanya’ by calling out:
‘Stop, stop stop! It doesn’t work and you don’t work. It is not good enough.’
Yesterday – according to a report by Anita Singh:
‘The 81-year old issued an apology.
“I am mortified that I unintentionally disrupted the final scene of ‘Uncle Vanya’ and I have sent a personal note to Laura Carmichael offering my apologies. I enjoyed the evening and her performance immensely and my remarks were in no way directed at her or the production. Being rather aged, I dropped off for a moment and on being woken by my wife I was briefly disorientated’.
Sir Peter Hall is six months younger than I am and I have followed his career for decades and seen many of his productions. Some time ago we went with the Art’s Club to
Post prandial is often a snooze time for me, but the killer was a glass of wine at lunch. So from then on, matinees were prefaced by no alcohol and strong coffee.
I’m just so thankful that my lapses were comparatively quiet - apart from the odd snort. I wonder if Sir Peter had had a hearty dinner.
The girls and I had lunch at The Bistro yesterday and the puds – we each tasted all three - were worth mentioning. Jackie had an apricot and chocolate roulade with cream, Joy had white peach shortcake with cream and I had apple and cinnamon crumble with ice cream. One is always given the option of cream, clotted cream, ice-cream or custard.
With the first course, in addition to the normal vegetables there is a choice of rice, mash, roast potatoes, chips or new potatoes. The girls had a special pensioner’ lunch of chicken and leek pie but I wanted to try a dish which the charming owner had been describing. An African beef stew with lots of herbs and cocoanut milk. It was very tasty but more meat than I could manage so the girls tried it also. So useful to have such a good place at the bottom of the lane.
Monday, November 05, 2012
A bit of a let down.
I have become accustomed to excellent mail order service – mainly through Amazon- over the last year or so – a boon to less active folk, so that it is a double disappointment when it goes awry.
At the end of September I noticed an extra deep pure Duck Feather and Down Mattress Topper – five inches thick, in the Telegraph and decided to get it as part of MTL’s birthday present. The trick is to buy him something that he will actually get out of its box and use, and with this he wouldn’t have any choice because I would be right there beside him. On it!
When I tried to order online they didn’t seem to have the same details, so reluctantly I ordered by phone - this was early October – and they said it was out of stock till Oct 29th. I ordered it any way. In the middle of October I was surprised to see they had taken the money from my account. Expecting delivery daily, it still hadn’t arrived this week-end.
This morning I phoned again and discovered that it had been dispatched in the middle of October and returned. The reason given: insufficient address. The person on the phone was apologetic – it wasn’t her fault - but when she gave me the option of a re- delivery or my money refunded I chose the latter.
Was anybody ever going to let me know? Now what?
Wish me luck – I‘ve just ordered another via Amazon.