It is interesting (as I used to tell students before departing from the curriculum)… In this instance the interesting detail is that the X-rated Goldilocks heading seems to be one of the most popular things that I have written. That should make this one another chart-topper.
Having had no contact with TOO since the spat with RtBoM, last Saturday I popped in to town to do a few SLJs with the intent of returning to get on with big jobs… Aye, right. Checking my e-mails, there was one from TOO, Phyllis had gone on a pilgrimage and Jim was feeling abandoned. Thus an RVP had been arranged at O’Shaughnessey’s and I had no time to go and change my paint-splattered tee-shirt; friends (and Guinness) are more important than sartorial elegance. I hot-footed – and was first there (by a short head – I think they all lay in ambush). Despite Xbob(!) being in residence I was invited to join TOO and her post-pub for fish and chips and then to stay over; it would have been churlish to decline. It might also have been a Latin verb to decline but I believe that it is now taught differently, fortunately. I am reminded of the old kiddie rhyme: “Latin is a language, as dead as dead can be. It killed the ancient Romans and now it’s killing me.”
Sunday became a day of return (they needed to go shopping so I got a lift halfway to base) and recuperation – and Monday was not much more productive. The roundabout journey after the last refuelling meant that the journey to see SENGO would again be testing the range of the bike but I was determined to resist the urge to fill up before necessary and thus not investigate the true range of a full tank. My out and out bravery stood up so well – until it was actually called into question. I watched the mileage increase as the blobs decreased, I was getting twitchy but managing my phobia. And then the penultimate blob vanished and the wee flashing petrol pump started flashing. Sod Captain Mainwaring, I panicked. I know that the reserve tank holds enough to cover those last few miles and that there are several garages betwixt SENGO and the last services; but still I succumbed. At £1 a gallon more than down the road I did make it a squirt and spurt top up, though. Funk, yes, profligacy, I should cocoa. Blue funk? Definitely.
80% is a significant result in most statistical tests, so this one is a bit of a result – especially as Nieve had the wind up her tail and was playing hard to get at. Granddad rules apply; I might have got away without being the statutory embarrassment to my own kids, when it comes to grandchildren the gloves are off! Don’t want to be photographed? Tough! Every silver lining has a cloud; holiday childcare costs are so high that time off has to be eked out – but it did give me the opportunity to spend a couple of days pushing swings and helping with garden tasks.
The rewards for some things may (or may well not) be in heaven – helping to replace a missing fence panel lead to this ill-gotten haul. Gooseberries are amongst my favourite fruit and there, needing to be moved to facilitate the new panel, a type that I used to scrump wholesale but haven’t seen in the shops for many a long year. All I need to do now is take successful cuttings. The mother of some old friends who lived in the same street when I was a child knew when I had been round in the summer – she would go out to get some gooseberries to make a pie and end up doing a passable imitation of Old Mother Hubbard – and I always (justifiably) got the blame. Ee it was a time to reminisce and to fill my boots – and the red ones are just as tasty as I remember.
As clouds go, the only one was just a wisp in the sky. On Wednesday evening I left post bath time – and then decided that a cup of cocoa was required at the penultimate services. The latest edition of Private Eye was adorning the shelves (it was due to be released the following day) – and the cryptic crossword is so good; it adheres to all the conventions but the clues are real pubescent male, tit and bum humour. I love it!
How time flies when you are having fun – with a day at WVM on Thursday I should have aimed to get back to base before 01.30… But with only two outstanding clues to solve who could blame me? Two delightful van boys, summer holiday traffic; despite having been given a long and tortuous route when I had asked as a favour to have a short one, the day passed pleasantly and quickly and I was first at the MB and B (this is becoming a habit) before Geo. We knew that TOO was coming , albeit later, and thought that Stu was as well but when Xbob(!) arrived we were pleasantly surprised (and barely missed Stu at all).
Claire, who used to live aboard but has ‘gone ashore’ (it does seem a tad dramatic when the cut is only fourteen feet across at the broad locks), has been helping a couple of locals with repainting. She has access to cheap scraping thingies for angle-grinders and so now I have a ten pack and no excuse, except…
When Sundeep passed the camper ( a couple of times) for its MoT he had mentioned something that needed attention and I had (eventually) booked it in for Friday morning. Jolly Jonny Jeff, formerly the Mad Mechanic, was at Sundeep’s working on his van. He had texted (a rare occurrence since his remarriage last year) whilst I was at SENGO’s . The upshot was that I rode round to JJJ’s on Sunday morning, had a coffee and a blether and then went for a wee biker’s excursion. With a weather forecast for heavy showers it was not a propitious day for a cafe biker ride but the rain gods were with me – I rode on quite a few wet roads but did not get rained on at all; huzzah, and thrice huzzah (particularly as I had gone out “sans wetties”). It is nice to be back in riding for the hell of it mode after the hard work with the single cylinder BMW.
The downshot was that Sundeep had texted on Friday morning (and I had not turned my phone on before arriving) to put me off as his grandmother had had a double stroke and was in hospital. Not having seen JJJ’s mother for a while I was shocked when I saw her on Sunday morning (she lives next door to him now) – she is looking her, advanced, age and a bit more. With Raj (Sundeep’s wife) having her mother less than hale and hearty as well it was not a light-hearted visit – and Raj had a car accident on Friday, to boot. Fortunately she was not injured.