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I’m Relaxed – It Must Be Sunday

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My favourite pastime

After breakfast, which is much more of a brunch for us on Sundays, Julia went to the shop and I went to the computer. I have a number of projects in progress.

Then the internet went down. After panic and bad language and restarting and resetting and switching on and off, it occurred to me that nothing was going to help. Even though I’m a dinosaur I do rely on the internet for a lot of things. My intention as to sort out my collection of miniature medals, including going back through various auction archives. That way, when I come to sell them, or go into as home, or a coffin, Julia and the kids will have some idea of value.

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I should have been doing this from the beginning, but I am notoriously bad at being organised.

But I needed the internet, so ended up, grumpily, reading about eels instead. I don’t know if |I told you, but a poetry editor I had been chatting to online sent me a copy of a book on eels last week. That’s why I prefer editors of haibun to editors of conventional poetry.

Then Julia came back. All the tills had been down at the shop. It looks like another of the computer crashes we seem to be having. I suspect the Russians or the Iranians, or both. One day every computer in the country will go down and we will be unable to shop. So many places dislike cash these days and everyone under 30 seems to rely on electronic payments – it will be a disaster. Riots, looting and the eternal whining of Gen Z telling us it just isn’t fair because they can’t buy food or discuss Moldovan handbags online , , ,

On Friday I think I may have forgotten to tell you that I gave 40 books away. It’s a start and is, I confess, a very thin end of the wedge. There’s a lot more to do.

Help, get me out of here!

Today I looked at more books and moved them round then parcelled up a few odds and ends to take to charity. I is about two bags of stuff, which sounds impressive until I admi ta6 one bag is taken up with a large soft hamster that I used as a hand warmer this winter. Julia bought it from a charity shop as a joke, so it can now go back and go round again. I’m hoping that next winter i will handle my pills better and will have better heating.

I’m cooking tea now and will then force myself to complete a couple of bags of books for banishment.

Blossom at Wilford

Photos are a miscellany from April 2019.

Laundry, Laziness and Lincolnshire

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The new week beckons, and as I’ve booked a holiday I have nothing to do but collect my camera from work and host a visit from the electricity board, who have to bring the earthing of the house up to modern standards.

It’s been OK since 1928 but British Gas won’t tackle fitting the new boiler until it is done. As with all work of this type I expect they will look for more faults and give me a lecture on the age of the system. Pardon me for the gloomy nature of my expectations, but I have a wealth of experience to back it up.

I’m also waiting for a builder to contact me. The wait is a worry as it suggests a cavalier attitude to punctuality and customer care. However, all the decent tradesmen we used to use have retired so we have to find a new one.

Three hours later…

Laundry is done. The shopping is done. I have delivered a lecture on economy to myself – though only after spending £6.40 on stuff we didn’t need. It’s time to write the rest of the post as the bacon and black pudding cooks. I’m doing it in the oven with some other stuff for later.

But first, noticing an absence of post from last night I had to find it and publish it. I seem to have prepared everything then failed to post it. Another Senior Moment in a growing line of them.

That was pretty much the theme of last night’s conversation, with four of the nine present being sixty plus and one teetering on the brink of it, the conversation was mainly about health, holidays and memory (or lack thereof). I didn’t actually catch all of it as my hearing is also going.

Three hours after that…

Lunch has been consumed. Jessica Fletcher has brought the killers to justice in her home state of Maine – the most dangerous place in the Union, if TV is to be believed – and the beef stew is bubbling gently on the hob.

I’ve prepared the Mediterranean veg for tonight’s fish cakes, but that is as far as I’ve reached in my culinary plans. I did have plans for a vegetable curry too, but so far I’ve failed on that. The idea of a cup of tea by a warming gas fire is far more attractive.

And with that brief snapshot of life in the Midlands, I will drift off with my cup of tea and see if my wife has any birthday chocolate left.

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Donna Nook – the seals are back!

Seal Report for last week – 362 bulls, 1,254 cows and 872 pups. That’s quite a lot of seals. I’m planning on getting the cameras sorted and heading off for the coast at the end of next week, though this depends on the rain to a certain extent. Not so much the rain itself as we are used to that, but the floods might be a problem. There are still active flood warnings in effect for Lincolnshire, and high tides are contributing to the problem.