Monthly Archives: October 2024

Three Medallions and a Lot to Learn

The joy of collecting modern medallions is that you never know what your searches will turn up. A few months ago I bought a large bronze medallion in its original box. The subject is Sir Richard Burbidge, a name which meant nothing to me. In the box was a compliments slip “With my deep appreciation and thanks for your loyalty and support during my time as Chairman of the Harrods Group”. It still meant very little, though Harrods is, of course, a name recognised over most of the world.

More interesting was the style. A closer look at the eBay picture confirmed that it was by Paul Vincze. He is a well known name in the world of medallions and is probably best known in this country for his series of medallions celebrating the 400th Anniversary of Shakespeare’s birth.

Vincze was a Jewish-Hungarian sculptor and medallist, born in Hungary in 1907. He studied in Italy and moved to Britain in 1938 to escape Nazi persecution. He was naturalised in 1948 and represented Britain in the last ever Artistic Olympics, held in London in that year. Apart from his Shakespeare medals he is known for the medals he designed for Israel, and for designing coins for Ghana, Libya, Nigeria, Malawi and Guinea.

Sir Richard Burbidge Bt, CBE (1897–1966) was, as the inscription tells us, Chairman of Harrods from 1945 until 1959. He was the third to hold the baronetcy, and the third member of the family to be Chairman of Harrods. He was educated at Rugby School, served in the Great War as a Captain in the Army Service Corps, studied retail distribution methods in the USA for a year after the war and joined Harrods in 1920. He succeeded his father as Chairman in 1945, was awarded the CBE in 1946 for his wartime work with the NAAFI, and left the company after it was taken over by the House of Fraser. He stayed in retail and, after six months on the board, became Chairman of British Home Stores.

The medal is bronze and signed on both sides by Vincze. The obverse depicts a profile of Sir Richard and the reverse has a classical scene of Mercury (god of commerce) and Ceres (goddess of bountiful harvests). Both, presumably, are seen as relevant to a large retail operation. It is 57mm in diameter and comes in a fitted case with a compliments card thanking the recipient for their loyalty and support.

The Shakespeare medal is one of his better known works, as mentioned above. This example is bronze and 38mm in diameter. They were made in a variety of sizes and metals – 57mm, 38mm and 31mm, platinum, gold, silver (.999 and ,925) and bronze. There was even an 8mm size, though it looks like a charm for a bracelet rather than a medallion. He was also responsible for a series of medallions showing scenes from Shakespeare’s plays and a series of wall-mounted plaques showing 36 of the plays. For some reason he missed out Two Noble Kinsmen and Henry VI Part II. These plaques are 28cm in diameter and were rediscovered in 2014 when a wall was moved during a change of exhibitions at the Shakespeare Birthplace Trust.

The third medal commemorates the 50th Anniversary of the Balfour Declaration. It is 59mmm across, bilingual and marked “State of Israel” and “2242” on the edge. It comes in its original packet from the Israel Government Coins and Medals Corporation, who were another major user of Vincze’s work. To summarise the Balfour Declaration is beyond me. It has kept historians occupied for the last hundred years and its effects can still be seen every time we switch on the news.

So, from Hungary to Harrods, and from Warwickshire to Tel Aviv. It is amazing how much there is to learn from the hobby of Numismatics, and the prompting of a few medallions.

The Theft of the English Language

Written yesterday – posted after I woke up and checked it for typos, boring bits and casual racism. The bit about American spelling needed a bit of alteration in regard to that last one. 

If people re stupid enough, or desperate enough, to climb into  recycling bin, they probably won’t take much notice of this sticker.

“That’s ironic.” said Julia, as I rescued a book from the bag we were emptying into a book bin in the car park at Sainsbury’s. It was a book on the subject of clearing your desk. Mine, in case you aren’t aware, is six inches deep in piles of rammel, and is going to be a big job when the decluttering process finally works its way round here.

I would take a picture to show you, but my battery just ran out and the spares are concealed in the piles of stuff on my desk. I suppose that is ironic too.

 

So is my rescue of another book – How to Win Friends and Influence People. It turns out that I have four copies (two of my own and two inherited from my father).  Four copies of a book about making friends. I’m not sure that if you remove my WP friends, that I actually have four friends. I’m not good at keeping in touch.

We gave the charity shops a rest today and took clothes and six bags of books to the bins in the supermarket car park. The book bin is nearly always full and to get all the books in, I had to put my arm all the way in and push them down the sides. That worked well until I released the hatch at the wrong moment. The “wrong moment” in this case being while I still had half a hand in the bin. For such a simple thing, just a pivoted chute, it makes a very efficient nipper of fingers.  Fortunately, there was no serious damage, though the fingers were a bit sore for the rest of the afternoon.

I’ve just flicked through the book I rescued. It turns out to be more about office politics and procedure than about decluttering. It will be back in the bag tomorrow morning.

Meanwhile, something very unsettling happened. I was ordering something off the internet nd it had a space for “Language”. It was showing “English” with an American flag next to it, so I opened it up to look for “English” with a Union Jack. There wasn’t one. I’m seriously concerned that the Americans are launching an attack on not only the language, but ownership of the language.  First WP changed its spellchecking, then my email account (which is provided by British Telecom) did the same then Pizza Hut. I was writing them a stiffly worded protest about the quality of their pizza bases when I noticed the spellchecker was going mad. So I wrote them another complaint bout the use of American spellings on UK websites. English spellings of English words are under attack all over the place at the moment, and now it seems to have been annexed by the USA.

Use it by all means, alter it, let it grow, perhaps learn to spell it properly, but don’t try to claim ownership.  Next thing we know we will all be getting a note from Microsoft telling us that it will now cost us £9.99  month to use English on our computers.

Finally, as I close down and go to bed, I would like to report a victory over the Dunelm ordering system. I ordered the footstools (as I have decided to call them – see previous post for details of my ottomans/ottomen dilemma) and they will be delivered on Thursday. So will the bed, the mattresses nd the microwave. However, it’s a slightly Pyrrhic victory, as it’s coming by a different courier to the rest of the Dunelm order and they won’t give me a delivery time. Despite my best efforts it’s looking like I may be in for a whole day of useless waiting.

Stop Press: Just had an email from Currys – the microwave is on its way. I’m hoping they get the details right, because it is ordered for delivery tomorrow afternoon.

Ah well!

It is done!

 

1995 Robin stamp

Everything is done. The solicitor finally found a little urgency and did something quickly. I’m sure the whole thing could have been done weeks ago, but they draw it out to avoid the impression that they are charging a four figure sum for a day’s work. Yet when they come to the shop wanting valuations for probate they never offer to pay.

Once the bed is delivered on Thursday we will have to start staying there regularly to fulfill the needs of the house insurance policy, which I have just paid for.

Again, another chunk of money which is little more than a wager that nothing bad will happen in the next year. Rather like a similar arrangement with a bookmaker or the National Lottery, I find myself paying out in the knowledge that they are getting the best of the deal.  If I suggested putting the money on Red at a roulette table, Julia would go mad, but pour it down the drain betting that your roof won’t be blown off (which has never (famous last words) happened in the last thirty five years)  and she’s quite happy. When you look at the excess for accidental damage we really don’t have much that would cost more than £350 to replace, rendering the insurance superfluous. Break the big mirror, drop a camera, smash the TV, pour coffee into the computer – all things they say they cover – and once the £350 excess is taken into consideration you realise none of our stuff cost over £350.

Robin at Clumber, Nottinghamshire

Warning: Rant ahead . . .

Same with legal insurance. They tell you that to bring it into play you must have a 50% chance of success.  Well, if you are going to let the insurance company decide that (and they will always select the route with least risk to their wallet) you may as well not bother. I wanted to use the legal expenses cover on my car insurance once, when a long-drawn out accident repair left me thousands out of pocket for car hire. First of all they told me that the other driver had been polite and cooperative so they didn’t want to upset him, then they told me he wasn’t insured for it and they only took action against people when they could get the money off an insurance company. So all those £29.99 payments I’d made each year came to nothing and I ended up out of pocket and feeling cheated by my insurance company. That, of course, is a feeling that has been repeated several times over the years.

Some companies, it seems, have devices on the phone lines to detect stress patterns in phone calls so they can accuse their customers of lying. It would be more to the point if they used lie detection techniques on their sales staff.

Robin at Rufford Abbey

I had someone from the electrical retailer on the phone last night ringing about the microwave order. It turned out to be about selling me an insurance policy. I cut her short. Didn’t want to appear rude, I said, but I once had a policy with them when Number One Son went to University. We bought him a lap top and took out the insurance policy. He, of course, dropped it, broke the lid and damaged the mechanism for switching on and off. So we told him to go to Currys in Leeds and use the policy.

They refused to do anything and told us it was for Nottingham to sort out. We had to drive 70 miles, pick up the computer and bring it home. Two weeks later they told us they had fixed it, which involved nothing more than bodging the broken lid to make it turn on. It was still broken, still not functioning 100% but was, according to their version of the insurance policy, fixed.

Robin, Arnot Hill Park

That’s why I always hate dealing with them, and why I never take out an insurance policy these days. I also always take the opportunity to mention the word “liar” when turning down their offers of insurance,

It’s better if I go now, before I get into my stride and do another thousand words on insurance companies . . .

Robin in the Garden Centre cafe

I thought it was time for Robins to make an appearance. It’s Christmas soon.

Grrrr . . .

Garden Flowers

I ordered a microwave today. We have been  without one for quite a while but first we couldn’t agree on what we wanted and then we decided we may as well wait until we moved. Then I went ahead and ordered the one I wanted. Julia didn’t see why I wanted a combi with microwave, grill and oven. I know why I want one – they are useful and convenient and avoid heating up an oven that is too large. She forgets there are only two of us now. She wanted an air fryer. They are probably OK, but they are possibly the new bread maker. You may all use these things regularly, but we don’t. I don’t remember the last time we used the bread maker. However, as the new microwave can air fry we now have something for everyone. If it works well, I will be a hero. If it doesn’t . . .

Do you know how difficult it is to get things delivered? They all advertise free delivery, but what they don’t tell you is that if you want anything other than a long wait and a very imprecise date (they won’t always even tell you an exact day) you have to pay. I am paying £9.99 to have the microwave delivered. That’s £5.99 to have it on a certain day, and £4 extra to specify an afternoon delivery. I could leave it to chance, but it’s easier to put some shape in the day. I won’t know when the Dunelm delivery is coming until the day before, but at least I know roughly when the other delivery is arriving.

Garden Flowers

I’m still lurking round the Dunelm website waiting for them to open the window that allows me to order something for Thursday delivery, when I can order the ottoman/footstools. Is the plural of ottoman ottomans or ottomen? It’s a tricky plural. Maybe I should just order one.

Meanwhile, I tried to order a new freezer. I can have one this week, but Wednesday, Friday or Saturday. Neither day is much use as I have things to do and want everything on Thursday.

Meanwhile the solicitor emailed. She has had the money and asks if I am happy with completion on Thursday. Why would I be? The whole mad rush has been to get it done before the Budget on Wednesday, as the new tax rules are likely to add an extra cost to the transaction.  The solicitor, when my sister pointed this out, said that she hadn’t realised this was the intention. I’m seriously concerned that we have used a lawyer with a very poor grasp of current affairs. At least if we can get the sale completed the worrying bit is done. Fingers crossed.

I’m hoping the rest will be easy.

Yellow flowers in need of identification

 

Creaking and Complaining

Two nights ago I made a special effort to get plenty of sleep, because it’s good for me. When I woke up I felt like I was paralysed. My normal creaky, slightly painful bad back (partly caused by our mattress – which will soon be replaced) ws locked solid, as were my neck and shoulders. Even lifting my arms was painful. It took me over and hour to get up and I spent most of the day in a chair with two hot water bottles. By the late afternoon I was much recovered and went to be early again, with the intention of not staying in bed so long. Six hours seems optimal. Eight hours tends to cause more problems than it solves.

We are having a new mattress delivered to the bungalow next week,so that will be an end to another of life’s little annoyances.

However, after a night of cold draughts, resulting in me grasping the bedding firmly and pulling it around me, I woke up with both hands aching. It’s only a minor ache in each joint, but there are 27 joints in a human hand and I can tell you where most of them are. It’s not actually painful, but if I ever need to write a passage about a robot spending a century underwater and then rising to the surface to flex his cold and corroded fingers I feel that I have done the research.

A creaking gate -both a metaphor and a way of stopping livestock escaping. 

Then I tried ordering some more bits for the bungalow. After half an hour and a “chat” with customer services, it turns out that although I am paying for the delivery I have no say over which day it is delivered. That isn’t, as I told them, a lot of use when I am two hours away from the delivery address.

Then the documents arrived from the solicitor – cost over £1,000. Typo on the first page, typo on one of the tax pages. Only small errors (though there may be more to the trained eye) but at that price there should be no errors.

So, after light at the end of the tunnel, another couple of days to add to my thousand cuts. But it’s moving.

And I have worked out a way to outwit the  delivery system at Dunelm. I will just have to see if it works next week.

Photos are random punctuation. I think I have some pictures of rust and creaking gates . . .

Snowy Detail

Turning a Corner

We set off earlier than usual and fought our way through a morning of glorious sunshine and patchy fog. It was bright, atmospheric and not great for visibility. On the way down I saw a kite closer to Nottingham than I’d ever seen one before (though they have actually been filmed in the Market Square) and another one being pursued by a crow. It’s amazing how they seem to have expanded their range in the last 12 months.

The delivery driver rang us to tell us he would be with us at 9.00, which was the start of our delivery window. We arrived minutes before he did. The delivery went well, the furniture slotted together and all went well. It is a touch smaller than expected.  Or I am a touch larger than I ought to be, according to my sister. However, it is large enough and the compact nature of the product make s the living room look larger.

So far, so good.

I had my pension documents with me in case the new photos had gone wrong but, on checking my emails, found that the solicitor is now happy with them and I should be able to sign everything soon. Looks like we will get it done in time. It’s amazing what a difference a day can make. Now all we nee is for the builder to turn up and start the list of jobs that need doing and everything will be fine.

On the way back we even managed to get back to Nottingham before the traffic built up.

Next week, the new guest bed will arrive and we will be able to spend the night in comfort.

Sunbeams over Nottinghamshire

A Cautionary Tale

Grey Squirrel

The photos of my pension documents didn’t attach themselves to the email I sent to the solicitor.It took another two day delay before they told me. The really annoying bit is that the question the documents answer have no bearing on the matter in hand. As the budget looms, so does the prospect that we will, after paying several sorts of tax on the property already, be hit by another chunk of tax. It’s always a tricky subject, as we need to pay tax for the services we want, but it’s also true that after fifteen years of living on minimum wage we aren’t actually rich. We just get caught up in the net along with the rich. It’s always been our position in society – too rich to get benefits and too poor to  do more than bob along existing. Part of the problem is that when we did have good wages, we saved money and if you save money you are expected to pay your way. Meanwhile, the people who blow it all on holidays and parties, are given more because they didn’t save.

Nuthatch

If I had my time over again, I would do several things differently, and one of them would be to take measures to shelter my money from the government. I am having to provide all sorts of ID and proof relating to my savings but other people take millions off the state and it seems so easy. I( have to provide more documentation to spend my own money than these people need to make thousands of bogus claims. They took more than £50 million.

The answer seems so easy – if they are going to treat me as a criminal for wanting to buy a bungalow because I have bad knees, why don’t I commit fraud on a massive scale. Do a maximum eight years in jail and I would be out with enough money to live well for the rest of my life. Of course, people aren’t having to do much jail time these days, so I may get away with just a couple of years.

Red Crested Pochard

 

Death by a Thousand Cuts

The Lake at Clumber Park

As I told you last night, the solicitor handling my conveyancing has been irritating me in a number of ways.

What I didn’t tell you was that we had a miserable journey home last night. First we came to an accident on a minor road and had to turn back because the police had closed the road. Not much of a problem for us, more a problem for the people in the accident. I hope they are well. This led to a detour along some narrow, potholed back roads. It ended up at a level crossing, where we queued. We had caught the same set of trains last week at a different crossing. There had been seven trains, taking about fifteen minutes to clear. This was Helpston – one to avoid if you can.  One rail forum says – “The level crossing at Helpston is notoriously busy. Six lines cross it – East Coast Mainline and the Cross Country route between Birmingham and Stansted Airport as well as a lot of freight. I believe it is closed for 45 mins in every hour.”

I don’t think it’s closed that much, but it’s bad when you catch it wrong. Yesterday there were 12 trains going through and a delay of about 20 minutes. I’ve never used that road before, and probably never will again. Where do all those trains come from?

Dead trees at Clumber park – the ground subsided into an old mine, the water flowed from then lake and the trees drowned.

If you read down to the bottom of the Helpston link there is an interesting bit about deodands, which were only, it seems, abolished in 1846. I thought they’d gone centuries before, but I did know that Trial by Combat lasted until the 19th century, so should have known better. Trial by Combat was abolished 1819 for those of you who are interested.

As a result of this delay and several slow lorries on the trip back, we ran into rush hour traffic on reaching Nottingham.

The builder has submitted his quote.Finally. It has taken ages and Tolstoy, in that time could have produced 10,000 classic words of timeless prose. He has produced one long sentence on his phone. It ends with a figure that resembles the national debt of one of our smaller nations. And it doesn’t say when he can start or whether it includes the 20% VAT. These things are all done, I swear, to irritate me.

Walkers in Clumber Park

I made another IKEA order last night. I went to the order page after filling my basket. New bed, two mattresses, 2 office cabinets, two display cabinets, bedding. My eyes were watering. My heart was fluttering. My aversion to spending money was under severe pressure. I pressed the button and it told me that they couldn’t give me a delivery date and I should try later. This gave me time to think about the office cabinets. They had some poor reviews, were supposedly difficult to put together and  would cost £50 a cabinet to use the assembly service. I decided to cancel them. It felt good. Then I decided to look at Dunelm.

The bed was nicer and the mattresses appear to be better value for money. IKEA lost the order. Dunelm will be delivering next week. Irritatingly, Dunelm won’t deliver the bedding at the same time. In fact they won’t deliver some of it at all, you have to go and pick it up. The final cut in tis story so far – the Dunelm ordering system is still trying to use the wrong address as my delivery address. Fortunately I spotted it this time.

More leaves on the floor

Delivery from IKEA is £45. Dunelm is £9.95.

I emptied my basket and let IKEA run free.

Then I had a call from the builder to see if I had had his quote. Two weeks to write it then gives me a couple of hours to accept it.

And there it is, my day of a thousand cuts. Nothing big enough to kill me but every one designed to weaken and annoy.

Squirrel in MENCAP gardens, Wilford

Here We Go Again

Nasturtiums Wilford Mencap Gardens

A few days ago I told you that the solicitor wanted more documents. Well, today she excelled herself. After the 18 day delay, she now leapt into action within hours, to deny that she had ever had copies of my bank statements. I, of course, have no proof one way or the other, though I do know that if the boot were on the other foot there are laws to say when a communication is delivered, even when it hasn’t. This is part of the unlevel playing field on which we operate. What she can’t deny is that she received the other email I sent that day, and that email mentioned the statements being sent. Why she then left it for 18 days when she knows we are on a deadline, I don’t know. You would have thought she would have followed up a lot sooner. As it was, I had to prompt her.

Maple Leaves

However, even better, having had my bank statements, which show exactly what she said she wanted to see, she now needs more information. It seems that she finds the presence of a regular, monthly, modest payment to need explanation.

I get a regular payment every four weeks too. That one is provided by an organisation that is known to sell arms to dictators, isn’t keen on freedom of speech, and is headed up by a lawyer with a love of free gifts. (Do you remember that I had to sign a form to show I wasn’t likely to be taking bribes?) One of the previous heads was even worse. But it seems it’s OK for me to take my pension off the government. It’s my work pension that appears suspicious. Because that’s what it is – past retirement age + regular modest monthly payments = pension to me, you and most people. To a lawyer, it seems suspicious. Of course, if you were looking to increase your billable minutes on this job, you’d find everything suspicious.

OFuchsias

Well, I can’t show her up-to-date pension documents as they are all lost in a box somewhere. I’m not exactly sure where. She can see the 2023 letters, as they were still in Julia’s filing cabinet. The current ones are in a folder, in a box, in a pile, in a bungalow, in a city far, far away . . .

Let’s see what tomorrow brings.

I looked for pictures of vampires and leeches but had to make do with these..

A Bright & Early Start, Declining . . .

It’s the full vegetarian breakfast experience for Julia today. She’s doing most of the heavy lifting in the move so Sunday breakfast is the least I can do. Scrambled eggs, beans on toast, mushrooms, fried tomatoes. We are still ripening the tomato crop in bags with bananas. It was either that or fried green tomatoes. Next year, with the new kitchen, I may make green tomato chutney. Or, the slightly less trying climate of a sheltered back garden a bit farther south, we may not end up with a basket of green tomatoes. It seems to be lacking bacon, sausage and black pudding but at our age it’s probably time to develop a healthier lifestyle.

Actually, that time was probably  thirty years ago but, like tree planting, the second best time is now.

Yes, I read a lot of low-brow books…

When we move we will, as I think I said yesterday, have a microwave that does air frying, which should be even healthier. Something I noticed when I started to make my arrangements for retiring was that I started to worry about dying before I had enjoyed sufficient retirement. I have enough plans to last me for the next fifty years so I’m not going to run out of stuff to do.

Obviously, going into politics with my new party “The Grumpy Old Men of Great Britain” has been put on the back burner – it will be a few years before the next election so, in my normal tradition of procrastination I will leave it for a few years before starting.

It’s going to be a one issue party with a focus on bile and vitriol, because this seems to be rising in popularity these days. I will leave the “foreigners” alone because most of them have enough to put up with and don’t need me to add to it. Anyway, it’s bad manners to make guests feel unwelcome, and if a party of old people is going to stand for anything, it should stand for good manners. For a while, I did think of picking on young people, with their Americanised speech (“Can I get a coffee?” is a deplorable crime against the English language) and their dreadful music, but, as Julia pointed out, they are the ones working to pay for my pension and health care, so I’ve shelved that too. Politics, deep down, is about self-interest, after all.

I parked this while I went to eat breakfast, then forgot to get back to it. I feel slightly disorientated on discussing breakfast at 6.30 pm and wonder where my day went. (It was mainly sorting and dusting books).

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