Beer, Bin Laden and a Wedding

On Tuesday I took Lucas’s  electric car over to Rothwell so that he could use it there instead of on the occasions he came to Harborough. While I was there I wired the Alarm Control into the hallway. When I returned to Harborough I watered the allotments (not rained for 2 months now!).

On Wednesday the hospital rang and gave me an appointment for an ultrasound examination for the following day. I had to starve myself again until after the examination. The beer barrels were due to arrive at the Club for the weekend Beer Festival.

I spent most of the afternoon there stacking the 20 barrels in the bar store with Gary the Bar Steward.

On Thursday I drove to Glenfield for a very easy and quick ultra-sound scan. I had mixed feelings when the doctor said she didn’t see anything, but to see my doctor in 7 days for the results.  Played pool in the evening with Jim at the Catholic Club.

Spent nearly all day Friday at the Club setting up the thralls and bar ready for the Festival in a marquee. Jim and Craig helped. There was a wedding reception being prepared inside the clubhouse, it looked fabulous, no expense spared.

Saturday was Harbie Hog Beer Festival Day. It was supposed to compliment the Club 7’s Competition to be held over the weekend. It is usually quite  a popular competition and attracts a lot of teams, but this year only 2 had entered so it was cancelled. Plan B was put into operation. Luckily there was a touring side from Worthing playing the Club in the morning, so the game was switched to a noon kick-off and then an inter club match was to be played at 2.30pm as entertainment for the crowd. The tour match took place (Jim and I ran the touch-line for the ref). However, not enough club players wanted to play rugby during the afternoon, so to provide a distraction while people were drinking I organised an impromptu ‘limited over’ cricket match between the Worthing supporters and Harborough. I umpired what was a very funny match. The Worthing guys had all changed into costumes after their game and we had a procession of penguins, ducks, kings, crocodiles etc. coming out to bat. As there were 20 beers on offer, by now everybody was quite merry and in the mood for such silliness. At times I was reduced to tears with laughing, a penguin waddling down the crease for a single  looks so funny when he runs into his partner who is a frog, who still had hold of his pint in one hand and a bat in the other. But the episode where the Harborough Club Captain needed a six off the last ball to win a book of beer vouchers launched into a drive and missed it completely to be greeted with the cricket ball in his own personal middle wicket. We did not have boxes and it was through a flow of tears that I watched him trying to walk off the pitch, bent over double. Such a heartless game is cricket, when played by rugby players.

There were two local bands playing during the evening, so we didn’t stop serving beer until very late. We started again at 10am the following morning. Sue had woken up with a migraine and was spending the morning in bed. I popped back at 1pm and she was up and looking delicate, but feeling a bit better. She told me that Charlotte also had woken up not feeling very well. Sue was going over to Rothwell for Sunday lunch, but that was now cancelled. I offered to make Sue something but she couldn’t face anything. The festival finished at 6pm. When I got home both Sue and I had an early night.

Woke up this morning to hear on the radio that Osama Bin Laden had been killed by the Americans in Pakistan. In celebration I went to my allotments to tell the onions and water the plants. As I hadn’t watered them for 4 hot days they were all grateful for my little bit of news.

On Thursday,  Nan came back from Wales, specially to watch the Royal Wedding on her ‘big’ TV.  Friday saw Sue and Sarah riveted to the ‘goggle box’ most of the day. I wasn’t allowed to speak when I was in the room, but luckily I was at the Club most of the day. The dress looked nice, better than Diana’s.  Apparently Osama has spoiled their honeymoon plans by getting himself shot and they will now be going later in the year. Can’t say I am bothered about either.

Last night Sarah went to Rothwell to stay the night. Suraj and Lucas camped overnight in their garden (boys night out) and Charlotte and Sara had a girls night-in (not sure what Ellis did, but he didn’t go clubbing). It was a warm night but very windy. Lee came over today and took Sarah out for a meal. I had a call from Jamie, his shower was blocked, so together we unblocked it. He is going to see ‘Fast and Furious 4’ tonight.

One evening this week, Sue, Sarah and I spent a frustrating evening filling in the on-line form for student finance. For a government website to be so amateurish is criminal. Its structure and the mere factor that it is riddled with inconsistencies, faults and page after page of disclaimers, that insist you must read,  has obviously been constructed by a 4-year-old to save costs. It brought back horrible memories of the non-sense I had to read every day at Farndon Fields. To have repeated pop-ups appear informing you in bold RED that you have just made  X-number of errors, when you put in the figure that it has asked for and then after several frustrating repeats, suggests that you just put a number in the box instead of the 0 that should be there. It then allows you proceed. I now have (allegedly)  1p in off-shore holdings to permit my daughter to have some student finance!!!!!! WHAT A NONSENSE. In essence all the information that you require to give it are: Income (worked or pension), savings, investments and benefits that you receive.  That is 5 boxes maximum.  Not the page after page of repeated clap-trap we faced. I suspect that due to such wordiness, it is aimed at those families that have already had a university education to discourage those that do not. A subtle form of Conservative discrimination against the working class. Up yours Cameron (and Clegg), we completed it!

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