Robin – Ready for Action
I’ve not been very structured over the last few weeks, with a poor record of reading blogs and many missed days of writing. Sorry about that, but the move, the cold and planning/researching of articles has been soaking up my time.
I now have some poetry to write for the end of the month and a little more for December. At the back of my mind I’m sure there should be more, but it’s not on the list and I’m not going to search for more work at the moment.
It would be lovely to be one of those people who had a routine or a plan, or both, and I sometimes seem to get to that point. It never lasts. Generally as soon as i start to think I have acquired some good habits, it all falls apart.
Guinea Fowl
At the moment I am still looking for an internet service provider for the bungalow. It is an area filled with deals and bargains and enticement and, particularly, with claims of high speeds. I checked our speed yesterday. It is satisfactory. If the various claims are to be believed I can get the same speed cheaper at the new place, or I can get more capability for the same money. We probably don’t need that, because two pensioners (one of whom would be happy to live in the age of steam and canals) with a couple of laptops and a digital TV don’t need a lot of capacity. I don’t even have my phone set up for emails, so most modern technology is wasted on me. If people want me they can ring me. That’s what a telephone is for. If they can’t be bothered to ring, it isn’t important.
Wren at Rufford Abbey
The ideal date for me to have lived would be about the 1860s or 1870s. We had mainly got rid of cholera and typhoid, we had trains and the telegraph, postal services were efficient and it only took 28 minutes to send a message from London to India. Unfortunately, balancing these advances were a number of signs that the country was going soft – you could no longer set mantraps in your grounds, transportation of criminals would cease in 1868 and even the power to imprison people for debt would be restricted after 1869. Still, no time in history is perfect, is it?
Yellowhammer – Dearne Valley
Photos are from march 2017 – some spring birds.
Moving can definitely throw a wrench into our routines, so don’t worry about missing some writing days—life happens! It’s great to hear that you have some poetry projects lined up; looking forward to reading them when they’re ready.
I can relate to the overwhelming choices when it comes to internet providers. The myriad of deals and claims can be confusing, especially when you just need something straightforward. I hope you find a service that fits your needs without too much hassle.
Your musings about preferring the 1860s or 1870s are intriguing. There’s something appealing about the simplicity of life back then, even with its own set of challenges. Sometimes I also think about how different life would be in another era.
Thanks for sharing the bird photos—they’re lovely! Wishing you all the best settling into your new place.
Thank you. Julia went for a walk yesterday and came back with photos of Herons and Little Egrets. Looking forward to the spring. 🙂
One modern thing I like (apart from anaesthetics and antibiotics) is the state pension – one of Lloyd George’s better ideas. 🙂
Glad you have got the move done. I did wonder why you hadn’t posted for a few days but there is no onus for you to do so. I still haven’t posted after saying I would!
🙂 The worst of the move is over. Really must get internet fitted. 🙂 Hope you are keeping well.
Thank you and glad things are moving forward.
We are going to have our best Christmas for many years. Proper heating, a working oven and the ability to entertain guests.
Excellent! Have fun 😊
🙂 We now have the decorations up!
😊🎄This year our house is such a tip that we have no room for decorations (daughter’s A Level art everywhere).
Surely the art makes it a gallery rather than a tip. 🙂
Good luck finding an internet provider, Simon. And that is sound advice from Derrick about the phone. Sounds like you have plenty to keep you busy right now, and I would not worry so much about the poetry submissions. There will be time for other pursuits once you are moved in and comfortable. A new routine will present itself.
Julia has been walking in the neighbouring country park and is now very happy with the new place. As you say – new routines. 🙂
Good luck with he internet service and yes, keep it off your phone
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As always, it might depend on your social status and income as to whether the 1860s would have been a good time to live. I would have been very happy to have started my life at a time when beating schoolchildren was no longer popular, but in general, people like me who were born in the early 1940s have lived in a golden age of comfort.
In truth, I wouldn’t want to live in any time that lacked antibiotics and similar things. Just researching another story of a man who died from pneumonia weeks after joining the forces in 1918. Same for me – compared to previous generations, and the ones coming after us, we have been very lucky.
Wonderful pictures of birds! On another subject…as we age, we can only do so much. Right now, your focus has to be on moving. When that is done, you can turn your attention to poetry and blogs.
Yes, as a novice oldie I have to learn about pacing myself. 🙂