I can see clearly now……..

Sadly, the day that I wrote my last blog Aunty Hilda passed away. She asked to see her two sisters and said her goodbyes, later that night she decided to end her pain and join her husband Ted. Charlotte, Sarah and I went with Nan to the funeral, it was nice to see Aunty Edna again. There is only she and Aunty Anne left of that Palmer generation. Sue had to stay at home as that was the day that our new windows were being put in and Jamie was on a course, learning how to drive a forklift truck (I hope it is useful). After the funeral, there was a little buffet for everyone at a local pub.
I met a friend who I hadn’t seen since my school days and he was very chatty and seemed to want to confess a secret he had had for so many years. He asked if I did any voluntary work, now that I was retired and seemed disappointed when I said no. He announced that he had been unable to read and write until a few years ago when he decided to do something about it. He plucked up the courage and joined a course, run by volunteers, and has never looked back. He now runs a course on computer literacy and tried to encourage me to do likewise. I weakly said that I would consider it and hoped that my face wouldn’t give me away. I think after 35 years I have done my bit and prefer my mind to wrestle with other tasks. I would never have guessed that he was illiterate when we knew each other, but then it didn’t matter, we were just good friends. I am glad that he now is benefitting from a confidence that only came to fruition because he was courageous enough to say I can’t do this, but I want to. At the time, I found our conversation very awkward (I did wonder if he partly blamed me for his early predicament), but now I understand why he chose to tell me and was so persistent, he was exorcising his last Demon and putting his soul to rest. Good on yer mate!
Before returning home we went out for an evening meal at a pub in Firbeck, We were hoping to have a meal on a hot brick (we had one last year and it was delicious, but disappointingly they didn’t do it any more (no doubt a lack of bricks, due to credit crunch).
Three days before our windows were being put in, the loft insulation team arrived and ……………………………… did a good job! We were surprised at how careful and thorough they were. It was a sweltering day and it must have been like Hell up there. It certainly has made a difference to the ambient temperature of the house.
The company that installed the windows were from Birmingham (not a derogatory comment) and proved to be very good. Extremely neat and efficient. On the second day, two teams turned up and managed to complete all 20 windows. I gave them each a bottle of lager (I have it on good authority that is what Brummies eat and drink). When we had an extension built at our previous house, I gave the builder a bottle of champagne (but, he was from Rutland and his current girlfriend was the daughter of the Duke of Burleigh). The windows are brilliant, we can now see the spiders building their silky webs and taking advantage of their new 95% efficient, eco-friendly environment. I do believe one has started to weave a miniature wind farm by the lounge window, by the number of flies caught, it appears there have been quite a few protesters!
The roads in Harborough are being dug up at the moment, for some reason they are replacing all the gas pipes. They chose to do Welland Park Road when our windows were being put in. A huge hole was dug in our driveway and then they filled it in (don’t know why). Next, they excavated a deep hole in the concrete path at the back of the house next to the meter. The following day a gas fitter arrived and asked why they had dug the hole. He informed us that they were replacing all the metal gas pipes with bright and shiny, yellow plastic ones and at the bottom of our hole there was already one. He filled it in and concreted it. It’s a mystery that I don’t feel I want to get involved in.
These last two weeks, I haven’t had many emails from my Bulgarian resident brother, but he has sent quite a few photos. I won’t publish them, this is my blog, not his, he should start his own! I did send an email to let him know about a meteorite storm that the Earth was currently passing through and producing spectacular displays. He later replied that he and Genya settled down on sunbeds in the garden late that night to watch. They managed to see quite a few, but it was the serenade of the local Jackal pack that appeared to be getting closer and closer that gained most of their attention. Particularly when they appeared in the field next to the house. Amusingly, Genya legged it back into the house, taking with her the only torch, leaving David to fend off any hungry animals without his flip-flops (they had fallen off). I haven’t received any emails since that night. So………….. either it was Genya who wrote the email and David has been gobbled up, or David wrote the email and Genya has been shoved down the well.
I can’t say that all of the Newarks are well because one is not. Charlotte has contracted ‘Swine Flu’ and is pretty poorly.  Though I think it is not wise, they were driving to Harborough tonight to celebrate Sue’s birthday (Sunday), and they are flying off to the Caribbean in 2 weeks! I hope Charlotte is better before then, (she is a tough old bird, nearly 27 years old now!)
There is no news on Nan, she continues to watch cricket avidly and has her hair done weekly. She has in mind that the old garden shed is too small, and is going to have a bigger one. She doesn’t have much to put inside a larger one and I don’t think she is trying to impress the neighbours, they don’t have sheds. Again, it’s one of life’s mysteries that I do not wish to get involved in anymore.
Rashly, I recently volunteered to be the new Membership Secretary at the Rugby Club, now I am busy adding to a database, making and filling forms out and pestering people for money. It means I now do a lot of paperwork (didn’t I retire from work because of this?) endlessly sitting in front of my computer. It is a mystery to me why I said yes!!!!!!!!
Sarah and I had a great day on the canal, the blackberries we picked from our canoe were hanging over the water and were the biggest I have ever seen and tasted delicious (you will have to take my word for that). The day was warm, the tide was out and the boats were narrow. We loved it, both falling fast asleep in the lounge when we got home!

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