Sunday, 27 April 2008
No explanation needed of photo. It's a small, early 18th century wall clock that I put to rights (and photographed) some years ago. London made, and in a red laquer case. Must take camera out and get some more photies of Suffolk in spring. The last few times we've been out in the car we've got a mile or two up the road and I've said to Ann "Oh blow. I've forgotten the camera again." It's one of the penalties of being in my prime - memory skids occasionally. Another is dropping off to sleep in my chair after lunch and waking up an hour later feeling foul. Not every day, thank goodness. About twice a week. Nasty middle aged habit. Must strive against it. Oh well, it's time for proper sleep- in bed- good night all.
Photo taken last Christmas. Boxing day morning I think. Showing (left to right) Ann, son Jonathan, and meself. Been a very busy week. Last Saturday we went on a protest march with about seven hundred others, all of us (as Mr. Wodehouse puts it) whilst not exactly disgruntled, were very far from being gruntled. We chanted, marched, and waved banners, to the extent that the police had to close the High Street. Never done that sort of thing before, it's nice to know there are still new experiences to be had. The annual art exhibition has been held this week (we've both been stewarding, serving tea etc.) On Wednesday went to London. Spent morning at the V. & A. Had lunch at the canteen there. Very good, and not too expensive for London. Then to Knightsbridge Bonham's in the afternoon for auction. Reasonably successful. Must go. Ann's calling that supper's ready.
Monday, 21 April 2008
Sunday, 13 April 2008
This is a snapshot of part of our very small garden. It is just begining to assume the shape and appearance we want it to have. Yesterday evening we went to a concert in St. Mary's by the Community Light Orchestra. Very good and varied concert. The final piece in the first half of the concert was Elgar's Pomp and Circumstance March no. 1. The conductor told us that, as Sir Edward Elgar was a keen cyclist and he knows of a statue of the composer with a bicycle, he always thinks of it as the pump and cycle clips March. When the orchestra got to the 'Land of hope and Glory' bit of course we all sang along very lustily. It bothered me slightly that the great majority of the orchestra were elderly (or to be honest - old). I don't think there were any young people in the orchestra. I found myself thinking that at this rate in thirty years time there won't be any good amateur music to be heard. On the other hand, I don't suppose that in thirty years time I shall be too bothered about that. Family Service this morning. A new family attended - father, mother, and charming four year old daughter, who, I was informed is, called Lucrecia !!!!!!! Find that I can't quite believe this, and that, anyway, it doesn't matter as she is known as Louie. I think I must have misheard this, and will make further enquiries (mem- diplomatic ones, of course). Deafness can make life very interesting at times. When we got home met people we know slightly, and as he knows about computers asked them in to consult him about problems that my computer had manifested last night. He put it through its paces, and problem continued to plague us (and computor). Announced himself baffled - said he'd not come across anything like it, felt sure that fault was in keyboard, and it would probably mean a new one. After they'd left I found that problem had vanished and computer had returned to full duties in proper frame of mind. Very perverse behaviour on part of computer, but I emailed would-be helper to congratulate him on unexpected success of his ministrations. Quick shower and bed, I think. Goodnight all.
Friday, 11 April 2008
In the church with the two porches and the unusual font cover are these two memorials. The brass to the vicar's young son shows him in his bed with his shoes under the bed. The memorial to the very old lady is on the wall a few feet away from him. Either one of them would, on their own, be both noteworthy and rather touching. But in such close proximity they form together a comment on the human condition. One had lived through more than a century; the other was barely out of babyhood, but both during their allotted lifetime had inspired enough love to cause their families to create moving memorials to them. I'm not putting this very well, but I think I mean that the love that caused those memorials to be put up lingers enough to cause us who see the memorials to feel some love for both of them. And perhaps for the child's bereft parents and Mrs. Hyam's sad friend's too. This is getting a touch involved, so will close before it gets too tangled. Goodnight all.
Same church as yesterday. The font, with the font cover closed and then open. It is a little difficult to read, but the trick is to start at the bottom left hand of each scroll and then continue on the scroll. I think this font cover might be unique. I don't know of a similar one. If anyone else does I would be interested to hear of it. More later perhaps.
Thursday, 10 April 2008
Back with you; now where was I? Oh yes. While Ann was entertaining our guests to coffee, etc. I took the pendulum down to my workshop, and manage to unpin (that should be unrivet really)the top and bottom blocks from the suspension spring and remount them on new spring, so as to retain as much of the originality of the clock as possible. For once in a way the work went well so that I was able to present Michael with a complete restored pendulum before he'd finished his coffee. He then produced a flintlock strike a light (or tinder lighter) by I. Savage of London that I'd sold him some years ago. After a short and civilised haggle I rebought it, so felt I'd had a good and productive morning. After lunch Ann anounced that she needed to do 'a big shop' at Waitrose in Sudbury so I went with her as I needed to buy some stationery. Walked round a garden centre on the way home and bought some garden twine and Ann bought a pair of gardening gloves. Made a detour on the way home and took photoes of Church porches (illustrated). And also one or two interesting ones that I may publish in next blog. Goodnight all.
Saturday, 5 April 2008
More Suffolk cottages we snapped yesterday afternoon. Went to scrabble club this afternoon. My table consisted of Joyce, Doris, Kevin (a young man learning the game - and learning fast and well) and self. Won the first two games. Joyce won the third game. All three games well played and with very few points between all of us. Good scrabble. Good night.