It is such a long time since I wrote my last blog, and so much has happened since then, that I am sure I won’t recall everything. But, as I got a request from Charlotte I shall take a time-out from the drudgery of housework and write one now, before it all fades into that little corner of my brain called the recycle bin.
Highs: Sue is at last seeming to recover, mostly because she has been sensible enough to take it easy. I think the best analogy would be to compare her to ‘Little Weed’. You remember her don’t you? She was the one that grew between Bill and Ben (The Flowerpot Men) down by the potting shed. She didn’t move much, but smiled in the sunshine and of course new about everything that went on in the garden. I watched her the other day reading the newspaper at the table on the patio. The sun was shining, her head began to droop, then she placed her head in the paper and fell asleep. Never seen that before.
The other day, I came back home after fetching some bread and milk (the magic fridge and bread bin had lost their magic) and was about to take Sarah to Kibworth (more about that later), when I couldn’t find Sue to tell her where I was going. We checked inside the house, no Sue. We checked in the garden, no Sue. Sarah ran to the neighbours, no Sue. The neighbours checked their garden, no Sue. The neighbours went down the river with their torch, no Sue. Sarah ran to our other neighbours, found Sue.
Last Saturday, Charlotte and Lucas came down for the day, we went out for lunch to Welland Lodge and for tea Charlotte cooked a lovely curry (I didn’t cook a thing, it was heaven).
I think I have enough wood/logs for the winter. A friend who is having a house built asked if I wanted the trees that were felled on his property. They were all chopped into 2m lengths and stacked. It took four car loads to move them and a lot of personal sweat, but I did it. Now I am the proud owner of half a forest and the Newark Palmers are jealous.
Jamie, after quite a lot of interviews for various jobs (all of which promised to inform him of the result, but never did) has got a job. Not as a carpenter, but using his newly acquired qualification as a Forklift Operator at Magna Park (a large industrial warehouse complex in Lutterworth). It is only until Christmas but may be permanent after that. He is still looking for jobs as a carpenter. It is a shame that the only job he can get is one that doesn’t actually produce anything.
Charlotte, Suraj and Lucas came back from the Dominican Republic alive (more later).
I am now officially the best cook, bottle washer, clothes cleaner, hanger-upper, hooverer, fetcher and carrier and shopper in the world. If anyone disagrees, they don’t eat! The perks of such a high commendation are you are allowed to get up very early in the morning and stay up late at night.
Sarah has started the sixth Form, taking ‘A’ level Biology, Geography, Psychology and Sociology. She seems to be enjoying it and certainly is taking her studies seriously as she spends up to 2 hours each night after school writing up her notes.
Suraj has a new car, a BMW 3 series, not seen it yet.
I made 32 paper bricks, using my paper brick maker. Ordinarily that would not be a high, but times have changed and it is light years more intellectually challenging than house work.
Lows: Washing, cleaning and fetching.
Sarah got an evening job at a Fish and Chip shop in Kibworth. After the second time of taking her there she announced tearfully that she had resigned. The couple that run the shop are Turkish and were very unpleasant to her. The husband in particular, was in her words, always watching her. I am glad she was brave enough to call it a day. I am much relieved.
Charlotte went to the Dominican Republic for a holiday, but 10 days before, she caught the ‘Swine Flu’ and was very ill. Luckily, she recovered in time to fly. Only to spend 48 hours in a Dominican Republic Hospital when she got there, with a very nasty stomach bug and dehydration. She recovered just in time to fly home. Other than that, the holiday was lovely, apparently. She is well at the moment and living in Newark.
I think I have a hole in my exhaust. It sounds so much meaner than Jamie’s back-box, and he paid a fortune for his.
I was expecting to take Nan to Bulgaria to see David in October, but now I am not. David and Genya came over to the UK last week to sort out the business they have in Rotherham, but when they returned on Tuesday, they found that the builders who were putting in a central heating system while they were away, had made a mess of things. When they fired it up, the house filled with smoke and only a third of the radiators worked. Not good for such a big house. The pump they had installed was nowhere big enough to drive the system. It sounds like they will be putting it right, but David doesn’t want Nan there while everything is cold and in a mess. We shall go in the spring.
My knee is hurting again (old tennis wound), it is all that kneeling and scrubbing of floors.
Saga: Jamie says there is a hole in my exhaust. Dad says put it over the pit and let’s look at it. Jamie says look the pipe has nearly cracked through. Dad says ok I’ll get a friend to weld it in a couple of hours, it won’t cost anything, but don’t drive the car or it will drop off and will be difficult to weld in the right place. Half an hour later, Jamie drives off (somewhere), and returns pretty quickly. Jamie says the pipe fell off. Dad says what a shame (and other things that escape my memory). Welder says which way did the pipe fit? Jamie says this way, definitely. Welder says there you are a perfect job. Later back at the pit, Jamie says Dad the bolts won’t fit now. Dad says what a shame it must have been welded at the wrong angle (and other things that escape my mind). Jamie drives to the scrap yard for another pipe (cost £15). Jamie says it doesn’t fit Dad. Dad says what a shame. Jamie drives around Harborough for 2 weeks without an exhaust (luckily we now have Hi-tech double glazing and couldn’t hear him). Jamie says I bought a new pipe Dad. Dad says how much? Jamie says £30. Dad says good that should be fine now. Jamie says it needs a bracket welding on. Dad says ok I’ll get a friend to weld it in a couple of hours, it won’t cost much. Jamie waits. Welder says there you are a perfect job. Dad says how much does he owe you? Welder says £5. Back at the pit Jamie says it fitted ok Dad and drives off into the setting sun.