Yesterday we motored over to our friends Colin and Christine's home near Stowmarket, where we had lunch and attended to their grandfather clock for them. We stopped on the way to take snapshots of these primroses along the dykesides. Lunch was a pork casserole. I've just had to consult Ann regarding the pudding, which she thinks is called an apple amber, which is an apple pudding with meringue on the top. After coffee I spent about an hour on their clock, and, I'm afraid, was unable to complete the job. All the work is done, but I will need to return with the correct clock weight before I can start it and set it in beat. Annoying, but can't win them all - well not always in one visit, but it's fairly rare that this happens.
We came home via Needham Market, and took photos. Above is a shop, with a long curved bow window. It's the longest eighteenth century bow window I know. Below is a beautifully carved corner post, supporting a dragon beam. I think it dates from the mid fourteen hundreds.
Home again, and took the below snapshot of my two anvils, outside the forge, with pansies growing over them in mainly earthenware troughs.
We had planned to drive over to the midlands today to spend the weekend with my brother and sister-in-law, but found that, due to the petrol delivery strike, we were unable to buy petrol either in our town or in Needham Market, so decided to call it off pro tem, till all's settled. Once again, and further to my 'phone call, my apologies Crowbard and Judy.
Goodnight All.
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Dear Carl and Jude. Thanks for your comment. Whilst we are informed by the politicians that the annual inflation rate for the cost of living is in the region of 3% or so, we all know that our politicians are a set of lying cheats (remember the expenses scandal of two years ago? - not one of them had honour enough to resign), and that the inflation rate in reality is probably around 15%. As wages haven't gone up by anything like that rate (and pensions most certainly have'nt!!) I can't really blame any working family man for trying to get a rate of pay that tries to keep up with inflation.
Much love, your old and crusted, true blue, conservative (note the small c), big brother, Mike.
P.s. Lying, conniving, forsworn, dishonourable, and untrustworthy cheats. ( None of these are really harsh enough, but may think of some more later).
P.p.s. haven't - haven't- haven't. Above is, of course, a typo. Pologies.
Time to re-establish the Monarchy as the executive arm of governance - with the emphasis on execute in respect of her majesty's willfully wayward political servants.
Especially if the crown were inherited via the distaff line!
That would be a fine English 'Spring'.
Time to revolt against the revoltingly corrupt politicos.
PS It's a delight to see your anvils being so supportive of your pansies.
Juxtaposed beauty!
I don't see why we need politicians, surely we've got enough laws and regulations already?
Keep QE2, she's done a good job so far, but the rest can go and find a good coal-mine and do something useful for a change.
It doesn't have to be coal, they're drilling for uranium just across the lake from here, they can come and help with that if they like.
In my opinion her Majesty hasn't put a foot wrong in the sixty years she's been doing the job. Long live the Queen!!!!!!!
Nea, if you are inviting our politicians to come and help in your uranium mine - have a care! From a purely selfish point of view I hope they all accept your invitation - anything to get rid of the £%^"**!!, but do make sure you search them at the end of every shift. IF any uranium is found I assure you that our politicians will try and line their pockets with it.
P.s. Please do not think I am joking about this. I would not personally trust any of the overweight shysters who infest our parliament as far I could kick them. And I would love to be able to ascertain, by way of practical experiment, exactly how far that is.
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