Monthly Archives: November 2023

The Pinnacle of Procrastination

Boxed Lord Byron Medallion by Ron Dutton

I have a list of jobs to do. Some of them are quite important. None of them are particularly interesting. So I’m going to write another blog post and pretend it’s important because I am being “a writer”. It’s a bit like the old saying “Give a man a fish and feed him for a day, but give him a fishing rod and you won’t see him all weekend.” It works with computers too. Give a man a computer and he’s suddenly “a writer” or “a poet” or “a blogger”. And he’s nowhere to be seen when there is work to be done.

Butlins Veleta Competition Medallion 1954

Butlins Veleta Competition Medallion 1954

I can’t speak for everyone but I’m just a man with a computer who finds it easier to procrastinate if he can say he’s writing something. It’s not really writing, it’s just producing words and avoiding work.It is, as the title says, the Pinnacle of Procrastination.

If I was still mobile I’d be looking at fishing tackle catalogues and planning a retirement where Julia hardly ever saw me. My first purchase would be one of those waistcoats with loads of pockets and  I’d then dream my life away riffling through catalogues and muttering about test curves and breaking strain as I accumulated a mountain of gear.

Magistrates’ Court Medallion

At heart, I believe that most fishermen are also collectors. I had a friend who definitely was. He decided to take up fishing in late middle age (having been a keen fisherman in his youth) and he also decided, within weeks, that he was going to collect fishing reels. With Nottingham being the home of the “Nottingham Reel” it seemed a logical thing to do.

Collectors, you see, come in all shapes and sizes and are never short of an excuse to start a new collection. If they aren’t collecting things they are buying things to keep them in, or books to learn about them. And if all else fails, I can always claim to be cataloguing my collection. It’s not such a high level gambit as “writing” but it still suffices to deflect actual work.

Flying Horse of Gansu medallion & leaflet

Customers and Caves

We had feedback from a customer today. He said the book we sent was as good as new but that he thought the postage was expensive. It’s not worth answering, but it may be worth looking at the reality of the situation.

The book is new. It’s a priced catalogue of cigarette cards and there is normally a new one every year. We were quite clear that it is the 2023 catalogue, so why he would think it was going to be second hand I do not know.

Now, the postage. We charged him £3.99. The Post Office charges us £2.70. eBay charges us approximately 20% on top as they charge commission and payment fees. That means it has, so far, cost us 2.70 for stamps and 54p in fees. A padded envelope costs 20p. That’s £3.44. It leaves us with 55p to pack the envelope securely (there is a weak spot at the flap end where a book like this, if dropped by the delivery man, can get damaged). It happened once and we were accused of all sorts of shoddy packing by the recipient. We put an extra bit at that end to stop this happening. I’m paid about 18p a minute. In order for us to make a 1p profit on postage I would have to pack the parcel in three minutes. IT can’t be done. Once again, we make a small loss on postage and packing and are accused of overcharging.

It’s sometimes very difficult not to reply in a sarcastic manner, or to block them from further purchases.

And now I have that off my chest, I am going to have a cup of tea and watch Pointless.

Photos are more of Julia’s cave pictures.

 

A Tale of Two Cameras

The header picture is the last batch of tomato soup in my mug at work. It’s just a few onions, tinned tomatoes, water, garlic paste and Henderson’s relish. Two tins of chopped tomatoes and two tins of water gave us enough for a meal and for me to have another two days of soup for lunch, with a bit left to go in the meatball sauce.

The next picture down is one of my latest acquisitions pictured in black and white. It didn’t need to be in black & white, but I found a button on my Lumix which allows me to do B&W photography and thought I’d give it a go. I now need a subject suitable for black and white photography. Leafless trees would be good, as would graveyards. And possibly magpies, though that seems a bit like cheating.

The following two pictures are the same thing taken in colour with two different cameras. The background and the lighting were exactly the same, only the camera varies. I have tried explaining this to the owner of the shop numerous times when he compares the colour rendition of my photos to those taken by my work colleague, but he is unable to understand this.

Multiple Sweetheart – Olympus

Multiple Sweetheart – Lumix

As you can see, the two pictures are different in a number of respects. Both are better photographs than anything I can take with the appalling pink thing I have been landed with. Its close focus ability is poor and the focal length of the lens applies a fish eye effect even at a normal distance. It is, I have no doubt, good for party shots, family gatherings and even eBay if you aren’t used to something better.

I’m hoping that the Lumix will give better colour rendition of bright white coins – my Olympus tends to make them look slightly gold, or blue if I try to correct this. The shop camera, which is also a Lumix, gives a truer silver.

The reason for the three badges is that the family has three sons in the services – Royal Artillery, Essex Regiment and Royal Army Ordnance Corps. You don’t see many of these. In fact I only have one other. The Americans did it in a slightly tidier fashion by having badges with stars on, derived from the flags they used to put in their windows.  I have some somewhere but can’t find them to photograph.

Sweetheart Brooches – Swords and Rifles

\This is a group of WW1 sweetheart brooches I bought last week on eBay. They are all on either swords or rifles. I now have twenty five on rifles and ten on swords (which are a lot rarer. One day, as I say about many things, I will write an article on them. I was supposed to be saving money this month, but as they cost me about 50% less than I think they are worth, I consider them an investment. Julia, needless to say, doesn’t.

 

Two Steps Forward, One Step Back

Belgian Medals

My arms are feeling sore today. It seems to have taken a couple of days to work its way through from the blood testing. This may be natural, or it may just be that I have the nervous system of a chicken. They often show no sign of distress in very harrowing circumstances, but react badly to things that seem relatively harmless. I was discussing this once with a vet when, as part of the conversation, he described the sensation of being shot. He then added that this sensation (no pain, no falling over, just like being hit with a sledgehammer) was exactly the same the second time he was shot. It seems he had had an eventful war. Chickens, we agreed, showed less immediacy of feeling. I think my arms may be related to chickens. Bothe the shingles vaccination and the blood test attempts seem to have taken a day or two to reach peak discomfort. I used to meet some interesting people . . .

I’m going to keep my typing time short, and won’t get round to fixing yesterday’s photos until tomorrow now. What I’ll probably do is use some substitute photos for yesterday and use the cave ones tomorrow. I will also take a photograph of the Birthday Present, which turned up today. Ten out of ten for Parcelforce for carrying out the new delivery instruction.

American Medals

I have another camera now. Having found my old Panasonic Lumix, a camera that I never really used to its full capabilities, I have obtained a new charger from Amazon (cost £8) and ascertained that the battery still works. I’m planning on using it for work, as the pathetic pink piece of crap I have been provided with is driving me mad. It’s very annoying to spend 20 or 30 minutes photographing stuff only to find when you upload the photos, that they are blurred, have a colour cast or just look plain weird. It was a cheap camera so you can’t blame the camera, or the photographer. You can, however, blame the man who wants to run an internet sales business using second hand computers and cameras found at the back of his wife’s wardrobe.

That, of course, is one of my other frustrations – the inconsistency of loading due to loose connections in the USB ports of my clapped out computer. Sometimes it can take twenty minutes to establish a connection between the camera card and the computer.

More American Medals

WE had news of a lost parcel today. The customer has been very patient and waited a month to get in contact. According to the tracking information it a was posted on the 16th of October and reached the Worldwide Distribution Hub at Heathrow on 17th. That’s good. Unfortunately it’s the last that was heard of it. We are going to have to refund the customer and wait to see what happens. It may arrive and he may well pay for it. If not, we don’t have much of a chance of compensation because Royal mails wants to see the receipt from when you purchased it (they don’t pay out on the full cost, just on what we bought it for). Unfortunately, our buying receipts mainly refer to items in bulk. It’s simply not possible to list everything with an individual cost. Often it ends with them refusing to pay.

Pictures today will be random bits of stock.

British Medals plus Tribute Medals from various towns to their returning troops, and a few white metal Peace Celebration Medals given to schoolchildren.

A Much Better Day

Got up. Breakfast. Wrote a bit. Two cups of tea and a bit of exercise. Drove down to surgery.

The nurse, after much prodding and considering her options, hit blood on the second attempt and filled the necessary three tubes. I gave her a urine sample, which she had texted me about yesterday afternoon (my texts to and from the nursing profession, if that mythical future PhD student ever finds them, will appear slightly strange).

Did I ever tell you about the photo of my leg which I sent to the doctor. During the phone consultation surrounding my cellulitis (which I had a month before my first Covid) I was asked to provide a picture of my leg, which I did. It was not pleasant. A few minutes later I got a call.

“Mr Wilson,” she said, ” It’s X here from the surgery. Can you tell me why you sent this picture of your leg?” (She wasn’t really called X, I just forgot her name).

“The doctor asked me to send it.”

“Oh, that’s alright then.”

“Did you think I’d just sent you a picture of my festering leg.”

“You’s be surprised,” she said, with the air of one who has suffered, “if you saw some of the pictures people sent me.”

Got a parking space at work. Had a call from the man who sent Julia’s birthday present. It seems Parcelforce tried to deliver it three times – all at 9 o’clock and all to a shop that has it’s opening hours displayed as starting at 10am. Three times, no success. Why? And why no cards through the door? Normally would be there at 9.00 but because Julia has been off it’s been more like 9.15, or I would have seen them.

To try the exact same time twice is hopeful, to do it three times is jsut plain stupidity.

The rest of the day was quite good and my sister, having been round town with Julia all day, saw me for tea and chocolate biscuits before her return home.

Fish and chips for tea.

The pictures are some Julia took when they had a tour of some of the Mediaeval caves under the centre of town. This set used to be a tannery. The stench must have been dreadful.

All in all, a good day.

 

Blood Test Debacle!

In many ways, yesterday’s post was quite easy to do. The words came easily, though I admit it was sometimes hard to select a photograph in the ones from the early years. In the latter years it became more difficult as I am hardly taking any photos. Apart from that, it wasn’t hard, and it was interesting for me to see how things have changed over the years. I hope it was interesting for other people, but my apologies if it wasn’t.

Next November I am hoping to retire, so I’m not sure what the next November post will be. The main worry, now that I am planning for the future, is that the future is uncertain and I can’t guarantee I will actually have one. However, I won’t dwell on that. The other negative scenario is that I mke a mess of all the arrangements and the move turns into a nightmare. That could easily happen, though I have said to Julia that if it happens we will just move anyway and sort it all out after Christmas (Christmas 2024, that is).

Piccalilli – I used to be a keen preserver.

Alternatively, it may all go well and I might actually enjoy it. Stranger things have happened.

Today I had a really bad blood testing session. Three nurses, twelve attempts. No blood. The general, view was that I was dehydrated and this flattens the veins. I’m going back tomorrow after drinking all day. It’s my fault. As soon as they mentioned dehydration I realised that the way I am restricting my intake (to regulate my outflow while I’m out during the day), was the fault. I know it isn’t really the way to go, but it makes life easier. Apart from blood tests. I’m going to have to drink more and face the consequences.

Life, eh? Nobody ever told me about this sort of thing when I was younger. What seem like basic human functions like sleep, bleeding and urination all get a lot more complicated as you get older.

Carrot and Parsnip soup, made from the mis-shapen veg the farm used to buy to feed livestock.

The photos are all from the first month of the blog. Happy Days . . .

All Our Novembers

November 2014 and ready for Christmas in seasonal headwear. The red hats were gifts from someone who had a lot left over from a promotion. We were never too proud to accept a freebie.

November 2015 – Men in Sheds. Don’t blame me for the Health and Safety, I’m just the photographer. Nobody was actually blinded or set on fire, just in case you were wondering.

November 2016. The report from the Woodland Trust using the data we had gathered for them. We did do some useful stuff, apart from ll the fun.

Nest boxes in two different states of completion

November 2017, and Julia mobilised the MENCAP gardeners to start making nest boxes. One of the Men in Sheds cut the pieces for her and the gardeners put them together and decorated them. They were sold at the Christmas Fair to raise money for seed and a number of them have successfully raised families.

 

November 2018 and the dark nights allow me to take pictures of sunsets when I arrive home from work. There’s not much to say. I am now established as a shop assistant and am a regular at the Numismatic Society of Nottinghamshire. It looks like old age has caught up with me at last.

 

November 2019. We spend our Wednesday visiting a Garden Centre near Lincoln. We had tea and scones in what appeared to be a converted wartime hut and then I took pictures of a desolate lake. I thought you might prefer the tea and scone picture.

 

November 2020. One of our customers had a card like this saying “Clinically Exempt” which he used to claim he didn’t need to wear a mask. The cards were not official, they were sold by a charity. It cost me £2 to get this one, which I used to show to people who claimed they didn’t need to wear a mask, telling them that I did need them to wear a mask.  The customer paid £6.99 for his, buying from someone on eBay who was buying from the charity and then selling them on. Just a little Covid anecdote for you.

 

November 2021. The picture is a Scottish Communion Token from a collection we bought in the shop. They were used in the 19th Century to control who was considered suitable to take communion, which gave the church quite a lot of control over the lives of the parishioners. The Scottish side of my family left Annan in about 1870. Family history says it was to do with an argument in the Church. One of my relatives may well have handled this token. They settled in Blackburn, which was a cotton weaving boom town at that time.

The few pictures I now have shows just how my world has shrunk since Covid.

November 2022, Another shop picture. This is sometimes called a smuggler’s box, though I don’t think you would smuggle much in a hollowed out Cartwheel Tuppence. They are also said to have been used for smuggling messages by spies. Again, unlikely. It’s more likely to be someone showing off their skills with machine tools. Coin is dated 1797. They all are, so I don’t need a readable date. It’s so worn it was quite possibly not hollowed out until half a century later. I don’t think they did much smuggling then, and spying had advanced to use invisible ink by then.

November 2023. I’ve been poorly, so all the photos I have for November are the three Julia sent me from Cromer. I really must sort my life out.

 

 

Monday Miscellany

 

Julia as Lifeguard – Britannia Pier, Great Yarmouth

I knew I had some photos of Julia sticking her head through the hole of a “stick your head through a hole in a board with a humorous design” board. I’m sure they have a slightly crisper name but I can’t think of it.

We have some with the board she designed herself – the farmer from Quercus Community, but I can find them at the moment.

And another one. 

I managed to finish my paper flag display and it looked quite reasonable. Unfortunately the speaker had brought so much stuff, in an attempt to sell his book and postcard stock, that there wasn’t much room for member displays. I had several people look, and at the end a couple asked if I could bring it back next time, as there had been so much to see this time that they hadn’t been able to have a good look.

And again . . .

The talk was quite interesting, being a “Then and Now” look at various sites round Nottingham, comparing the modern view with the Edwardian view. Some of the “Now” photos were cunningly shot and it had clearly taken a lot of effort to track down some of the views. My particular favourites were two pubs by the riverside. In Edwardian times they ran ferries and all the Edwardian photographer did was to take the ferry across, take the shot and take the ferry back. Using public footpaths, the modern journey to the correct viewpoint was a lot more onerous in 2022. One railway station, long closed and demolished, remains as a piece of waste ground. It is only accessible these days by taking a train and photographing on the move.

Southwold Pier

The main talking point of the evening will be the breakdown of technology. The flat screen we use wouldn’t take the presentation. We suspect it cannot cope with all the images. It would show one or two then close down and restart. Forrtunately, the speaker had seven copies of the book with him so we sat round in small huddles looking at the pictures in the books as he talked us through it.

Sometimes you don’t need all that technology.

Pictures are of Julia, as mentioned. Apart from the poppy brooch. And the stomp. The brooch is made from safety pins and beads.

Poppy Brooch – beads and safety pins

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Return to Cromer

Cromer Pier – Julia took it with her phone. Annoyingly it is better than the shot I took when we last visited, and I used a camera.

Julia has returned from her jolly to Norfolk. She reports that the Fish and Chip Restaurant where we dined is still there but has dialled itself back to be a top-class purveyor of ordinary fish and chips. It was more complicated when we dined there and though it was a great place to eat, we felt the experience of eating less common fish (she had some form of dogfish and I had hake) left something to be desired. There is a reason why cod and haddock are popular and the others are rarely seen. Fish and Chips at Cromer

Cromer – on our last visit

I said in my original post that Julia said she would go back again. I said I probably wouldn’t. Five years later (five years – where does the time go?) we both did what we said.

I notice that I also referred to the hake as tasting very fishy. I was being polite. It gets great write-ups in fish recipe sites for having a superior flavor to cod but this wasn’t my experience. It might have been a bad bit of fish, as I remember it as verging on unpleasant. I suppose I would see it differently if I had hake that needed selling.

The top picture is from No 1 Son. Julia put it on her Facebook page and several people wrote in to say it was awesome to see her in this seagoing gear. Others realised she was just sticking her head through a hole in a board. This goes some way to confirm my suspicions about the intelligence of many Facebook users.

They went round the Henry Blogg Museum while they were there. That was what led to Julia sticking her head though the board (she can’t resist them, I have several others like this somewhere) plus the stained glass window shot.

Although Henry Blogg is the famous one, there were many heroic lifeboatmen. Mainly they were modest men who performed acts of great gallantry on dark nights in raging seas, sometimes after rowing for hours to get there. If they’d have done it in daylight with drums and flags they would be a lot better known. maybe somebody should write a blog post on the subject.

 

The Paper Flag Display Emerges from Chaos

I have done the first six pages of my display about paper fund-raising flags. It’s neither scholarly nor insightful but it does have a few interesting points in it, and anyone reading it will know more than the average person about the beginnings of Flag Days and the fund-rising of WW1. To be fair, of the six pages, half is photographs, so it’s not exactly heavy going. I will try to add a few more pages over the weekend, ready for Monday night.

This morning I printed the pages, found a spelling mistake and decided to ignore it. On Monday I will print the rest. My plan is to present part of it in a display file and have other topics covered on one sheet each, which will  be laminated so people can pick them up and take it all in at one glance.

Or they may do what they generally do, and ignore it. That doesn’t really matter, what matters is that since I started doing it on a consistent basis it has been encouraging other people to bring stuff along and the meetings seem, in general, to be a bit livelier.

I will then, because I know you are all longing to add to your knowledge of such things, edit it and use it as one or two blog posts. In writing, I have seen over the years, how it’s possible to use the same material more than once. I know several people who have actually made a career out of writing what is essentially the same book. It’s like mince. You make curry one night, Bolognese the next, chilli, lasagne, mince and tatties, cottage pie . . .  But it’s all just mince when you come down to it.

Sausage Pie – Carsington Water

The actual talk is about Edwardian Postcards and we are lucky to have a local expert who used to edit a postcard magazine and run postcard fairs. For once, I am confident that a visiting speaker is going to be good. That’s the trouble with visiting speakers, they often come and turn out to be a disappointment. I remember one coming, with top class recommendations and falling completely flat.

He wasn’t really a speaker on coins and had added half a dozen poorly focussed coin photos to a regular family history talk. It wasn’t his forte and the only good bits of the talk were the bits from his core talk about the things that really interested him. I’d rather have had that. I am always interested in learning new stuff and don’t mind if the talk isn’t about coins. However, as the only member of the society who doesn’t collect coins I may be in a minority here. It was kind of him to add coins but it was clear where his real interests lay, and those bits really came alive. Unfortunately, the overall impression was poor.

Monday night, however, will not be like that. The speaker will be good and we are now getting various additional displays done by members.

Pied Wagtail at Donna Nook nature reserve.

However, for now, I had better finish this and get a move on. Julia will be arriving at 7.50 (currently running twenty minutes late) and she is likely to be quite scathing if she finds the washing up bowl in its current state.

And the bean pan. I put a drop of water in the pan last night after serving my second beans on toast meal of the day and then left it on the hob. I should have checked that it was switched off. It boiled the water dry, crusted the pan with what looks like bitumen, and alerted me to the problem by spreading an acrid smell through the house . . .

This is likely to confirm her view that I can’t be trusted to look after a house on my own.

Poppies in the Mencap garden – Wilford

Pictures are just a random selection. Poppies are slightly topical and the pie was deliberate but the rest are just what appeared.but the rest  People like chicks and lambs so I thought I’d give them a go.