Monday, 21 May 2018
I have been working on the above (and below) illustrated clock , and today we took it back to its owner (and its home). Having delivered it, and eventually reinstalled it, we (the clock owner, Ann and meself) were having a coffee, and chatting; and came up with the facts that I have been attending to its needs, and doing any necessary repairs for over forty years now. It is a great favourite of mine . It is a very English clock. It is an oak cased thirty hour, long cased clock with a single hand and an alarum train that, when used, sounds like an old fashioned fire engine coming along over the cobbles. However, I have now retired on medical advice, so will (in all probability) not be seeing much of the clock in the future. Its owner issued us with a general invitation to call on her, and take coffee with her whenever we are in her area. She then went on to say that we could do any necessary adjustments to the clock on these visits. I'm not at all sure that she took the retirement bit in, and even if she did, she didn't seem to take it too seriously, I'm afraid. But Ann nearly always answers the 'phone as I can't really hear it (well not until I put the loudspeaker on, and not always then), so I'll have to leave Ann to persuade our friend that I really have retired. Oh well - we'll see.
Friday, 18 May 2018
Above photo is another one of the village of Boxford- a lane off the main street.
Above building is the gatehouse of Hinchingbrook House, near Huntingdon. Made a detour (got lost- hem hem) on the way home from Sarah's; the place is now a school. The main building is pre Tudor, and stone. The rather earlier gatehouse (I think probably fourteenth century) was moved from elsewhere to its present site some centuries ago, and is also used for antique fairs, which is why I know it quite well. Nice to see it again - worth the detour.
Wednesday, 16 May 2018
Snapshots of the main street in Boxford, a few miles from here. Just before I took the second picture down, a small boy (a 7 to 8 year old) was careering down the hill on his bicycle, and shrieking at the top of his voice "This is DANGEROUS. This is REALLY DANGEROUS!!!", whilst obviously thoroughly enjoying himself. We forget what it's like to be that age!
The third picture down is of a small building backing onto the river. The building has always rather puzzled me. The two stone squares above the doorways are inscribed BG and 1828. I've done a little research, and the local story is that the building was Boxford Gaol or lock up, then used as a Fire Station, then more recently as a 'bus shelter.
Boxford is a lovely (and quite unspoiled) Suffolk village, and well worth exploring.
I took the above two photos of mystery objects in Boxford yesterday. They are at the corner of a big old inn and a lane off the main street of the village. There are a good many of these objects around Suffolk. Try and guess what they are made of and the purpose they now serve. When I first saw them yesterday a young mother and her son were sitting on them in the sunshine, and I wondered whether to tell the mother what they were sitting on - but I lacked the courage.
Tuesday, 15 May 2018
Managed to crop, and therefore enlarge, the photo of our frog (?) which I showed yesterday. I put a question mark because I'm not sure that some expert on amphibia won't try and tell me that this is a toad rather than a frog, and given this chap's skin, I'm not too sure, but anyway, no bets taken either way. This afternoon we motored over to Sudbury to have my hearing aids serviced, and also to do a little necessary shopping (socks, a tie or so, and some groceries), and also to drink coffee, and take some photoes of a Suffolk village, Boxford, on the way back (for use in future blog entries) -altogether a very pleasant and relaxed afternoon out.
Pushing ten pip Emma, and I'm starting to make toooo many typing errors (all so far corrected) so I'll knock off now. Goodnight all.
Monday, 14 May 2018
This is our garden pond, and as the garden is very small (pocket handkerchief size) the pond is small too, in fact I'd better confess that it is an old horse bucket sunk into the garden. If your eyes are good you may well be able to see that on top of the central rock in the pond is a frog - I hadn't seen him for some time, and ( if it's the same frog) he's grown a good deal since the last sighting, a couple of months ago.
Our one goldfish still lives in the pond as well. I hope goldfish and frogs can inhabit the same small pond in amity?
It's good to be home again, Sarah drove over this morning from Milton Keynes, and took Ann into Ipswich Hospital , where it was decided that Ann is to have a cataract removed from one eye sometime in the next three months. Otherwise, the eye surgeon is fairly happy about her eyes.
I've been asked not to drive (pro tem.), which is why Sarah drove over. I must say that all our offspring have been very good indeed about running us about, when necessary; and generally keeping an eye on us.
Looking at my screen it seems that I've developed the same photo twice - still I suppose that's better than none being developed at all, as has been frequently the case, of late. After lunch Sarah has been giving me lessons on the computer, so I'll keep trying to publish this blog. If it doesn't work it will mean that this machine has found some other way of frustrating my good intentions - must just keep trying.
Going on from my remarks in the previous blog entry about Milton Keynes, there are a good many signs similar to these two all over Milton Keynes. I don't really mind the lower one, especially if (as in Suffolk) the Roads and Bridges Department are filling in all the horrific potholes left over from last winter. However the upper sign seems to me to be , at best, verging on being brusque, and, at worst, being *$""+ rude. I would value any comments from readers on this one.
P.s. Having being given a few more lessons on the use of the computer by senior daughter, will try and be a bit more reliable at keeping my blog up to date.
Both these pictures were taken during our fortnight at senior daughter's home in Milton Keynes village during the last fortnight, when our new bathroom was installed in Suffolk. The top one shows me teaching Great Granddaughter Astrid (who is now three and a half) how to blow bubbles. This magic fascinated her so much that when she called in at Grandmama Sarah's home ( a few miles from her home) she would plant herself in from of me and say (very firmly) "Bubbles ?".
Above picture taken in the same room (Sarah and Mikey's kitchen in Milton Keynes village), and shows FOUR generations of ladies - Ann, Amelia, Astrid and Sarah (our senior daughter). It's an odd thing, but when people learn that we are going to MIlton Keynes, they make derogatory remarks about the place, and almost invariably, it turns out that they have never been to the place, or, at best, have once driven through it. In fact, a very great deal of thought has gone into the design and layout of the place, and there's a lot to be said for open spaces, woods, grassland , meadows, lakes, and well designed houses. Most of the prettier village centres have been carefully preserved, too. Just being called for lunch. More later, hopefully.
Monday, 23 April 2018
Going to be rather busy over the next few days, as we are having a new bathroom (or rather - I'm told it will be a 'wet room') installed. I hope we'll both like it when done. We know the chap who's doing it. He built our friends (John and Milly) a new kitchen and made a lovely job of it, so fingers crossed.
Above is a snapshot of our garden pond. It's an old rubber horse bucket which I inserted into the garden last year, but our resident goldfish seems to like it.
Not been too well over the last few months, but seem able to get on with things a bit better now. Basically Anno Domini, but the medicos call it different things these days. I really don't like medispeak. Unnecessarily offensive. Won't go into that just now; might when convinced I'm completely better, but I really don't think even the cleverest medicos can do much to stop the march of Anno Domini.
Been reading the Forsyte Saga again - last read it about forty years ago- do you know, the characters haven't changed a bit in those forty years. Will try a Dickens or so next I think. Warm regards to you all. Mike.
Tuesday, 10 April 2018
Wandered round the garden the other evening (well, a day or so ago) and took photies. The garden is really starting to look quite colourful, and as grand daughter Lucy is here this morning, nominally keeping an eye on the old man, we discussed the matter and decided to make a 'blog entry' of the garden. The top picture is of wild violets (I think 'dog violets' is the correct term) They started to come into flower early in January then we had a good deal of snow, and they changed their little minds about the matter, but they've all decided that perhaps it really is spring now, and have all flowered again.
Should perhaps have explained that, ordinarily, Lucy is at Liverpool John Moores University, reading history, but she is enjoying the Easter holiday, and as her Mama (our senior daughter, Sarah) is taking Ann to hospital for an examination of one of her (Ann's) eyes, Lucy is staying here with me pro tem- she is nominally looking after me - but I shall have to make her a coffee in a min.
More later, next time I have someone here who can make the computer behave itself, as Lucy can.
Friday, 6 April 2018
Wednesday, 4 April 2018
Can anyone tell me why someone writes the above photographed doggerell ? It is awful stuff. In the first two lines there is a false rhyme - home/own- dreadful! And as it goes on it gets worse. In my opinion an intelligent seven year old could better it. I'm a reasonable chap as a general rule, but this sort of rubbish makes me think that I'll try being cirmudgeonly for a while.!!!!!