As I was getting the burgers going, someone said they were going vegetarian. "I eat veggie burgers." "Why's that?" "Cholesterol is 7". I tried to guard against airing my prejudice against medicine by numbers, but stuff leaks out sideways doesn't it? The childbride successfully shut me up. "Shall I cook yours then?" "I forgot them."
Jenson ferrets about in the hut and this week came up with a set of crown green bowls which were my dad's. So we set up an alley down on the deck. The target was a steamer chair. Two points for rolling underneath. Three for hitting the ladder behind. Nil point for missing. Jenson decided some scores in halves. He could spell it but couldn't 1/2 it. The child bride's delivery was two-handed and fast. Hit the target but ugly. I suggested an additional score for style. Jenson had appointed himself judge and he agreed. I turned my bum on the target and delivered between my legs. The winner.
Sam plays for Dewsbury RL. He also has a job with a landscape gardening company and is in good shape. He is not sure whether championship rugby will come back. Wait and see.
Awayday - Cannon Hall Farm
Cannon Hall was built at the opening of the 18th century for John Spencer Stanhope whose money came from mining. Barnsley Council bought the hall in 1951 and it opened as a museum in 1957. That year, Cannon Hall Farm, the estate’s farm, was bought by Charles Nicholson. The farm has been transformed into a successful and award-winning visitor attraction.
We thought it overpriced given that a lot of attractions were understandably closed. I guess they still have their overheads, particularly all the staff needed to keep the animals alive and breeding.
Somone asked me at the bbq if I was into Feng Shui. I said it was only a bit of fun. These are the rules:
- Be organized and tidy.
- Keep your bed away from the window. Feng shui is very strict about this rule! ...
- Separate work and rest areas. ...
- Use the Bagua Map properly. ...
- Know your colors.
From the archive
Update on the blog - see reflections on blogging
Important to stick close to what we are trying to do. Creating a sense of purpose - valid both for the retirement lifestyle and surviving lockdown/pandemic.
Family matters are the priority. Followed by staying active, the garden, senior moments, inspiring senior role models, awaydays (a record of travel and events), random stuff that doesn't fit, comments on current affairs, from the archive.
The lockdown in Scotland is now easing. A hairdresser commented "It's about feeling good about yourself." Someone at the bbq asked how I was managing in lockdown. My standard reply has been "not much different from normal." Reflecting on this, it's not strictly true. My sleep pattern is rubbish, normally acceptable. The baggage is becoming intrusive, in the night, and other quiet moments. Alcohol is less effective and well, less. Apart from bbq's. The Thursday coffee zoom pilates group does illustrate my need to air the odd thought in public which is not happening just now. So I don't know. That someone and their questions.
Old Father Time
A replica of the weather vane at Lords cricket ground.
A tad deformed by all the wind and doesn't point in the right direction any more. The old boy is weathered and worn, much like the Toby Keith song from the film The Mule - 'Ask yourself how old would you be if you didn't know the day you were born?'
Rescue geraniums now flowering. Buddleia making process.
lookout three compass points
Not enough Jenson this week so I cheated and brought in some firewood
Old fashioned cottage (JJ's title)
stone entrance window
leaky garden pool wood wall
This is a brilliant cartoon amongst several books that tried to keep me sane during the darker moments.
Our back gate squeaks and sticks - it's the bolt. "WD40" said the childbride. "Yes, that should do it. Can you spray a bit on me?"
We woke up one morning this week and the downstairs sockets were tripped. Took all the plugs out and switched everything off. Still tripped. Sat down and thought about calling a sparky. Hang on, what about the garden? Took all the plugs out in the various bits of the garden ring. No joy. Hang on, where is the controlling switch. There it was, hidden behind pans and and other stuff we no longer use. Off and the trip is cured. Have to wait for the garden to dry out now. It's 3-4 hours we'll not get back. B.. weather.
Everybody is doing their own thing Covid-wise. We wait to see what the infection rate does. Our bubble is still good though we have struggled to keep up our spirits during the foul weather. We've not risked the pub yet (The Stumble Inn).
Senior Role Model
I was never a fan of The Jam or Style Council. Paul Weller is the subject of a piece in The Times, July 4th, by Will Hodgkinson. Paul is 62. Reflecting and writing/composing during lockdown.
Been tee-total for over 10 years.
'It's about good taste ... it's a brotherhood, a sisterhood, a state of mind, a complete way of life. The mod culture ticks every single box for me, man'.
'The older I get, the more I try and stay in the now'.
'Religions are just a form of crowd control ... I don't like espousing my beliefs because there are enough idiots in the world doing that already'.
Another fellow traveller with some stoic notes.
From the archive
Cardiff - 1972-78 or so - excellent place and we might have stayed except I wanted to come back north. Llandaff was one of the local teams, just below the top well-knowns. The centenary celebration games included the likes of Cardiff, Pontypool and Bridgend. We were gallant losers. Ebbw Vale in the cup - we should have won on a home draw but they kicked a last minute penalty.
I'm the one on the floor in the Cardiff pic. Next to The Arms Park, midweek under lights, first class facilities. Played there again in our version of the cup final and won.
We came top in our league competition as well. Some scuffles against Talywain. Super trips up the valleys to Blaenavon (Gwent), Aberaman and Ystrad Rhondda (Rhondda). Reclaimed from mining and beautiful. Blaenavon had a massive stadium. There was another team in the village called Blaenavon Forge.
All places I'd worked as a sort of epidemiologist. Names from a Cordell novel.
I recently reported a scam attempt on Amazon Prime. We had to change the credit card - goodness me all the hassle trying to get stuff paid for that was previously automatic. And for heavens sakes what are all the passwords? Still, an opportunity to stop apps which I've been lazy about.