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Tuesday 29 September 2009

Isles of Scilly
I am thrilled to include two photos taken on the Isles of Scilly, by my friend - Colin, who spent a long day trip (from Plymouth) on Saturday. The weather was cloudy, and the crossing - nausea inducing. We share the curse of motion sickness. He tells me he wasn't actually sick, but felt like it. The worst sea crossing I ever made was one December on the English Channel. To celebrate my birthday that particular year, and take advantage of a super budget fare, I booked a seat on the hovercraft from Dover to Calais - I think that was the route. An announcement at the London terminus said crossings may be cancelled because of rough seas, but I persevered, and off we went... Well it did happen, and it was the worst sea journey ever. My orange juice left the glass vertically and most times I failed to catch the liquid as the hovercraft was tossed about like a toy boat. I gave up drinking, and hid in the toilet clutching my sore stomach, with my head in my lap. It was one of those moments in life when you almost wish it would end...
I remember returning immediately on the same craft, so never even landed. A day trip to remember!
Crossing on the shortest route from mainland southern England to the Isle of Wight has always been a gamble with my life, and even walking on a pier can make me feel very uneasy. Once on Anglesey, North Wales, I crossed to the South Stack lighthouse on a suspended footbridge high above the crashing waves on rocks below, but even then I thought I would have to cross by crawling, as I felt the bridge "move" in the wind.
However I enjoy canal transport, and even waterways like the Norfolk Broads...although I nearly drowned there one cold Easter. A friend and my parents had a boat for a week, but early on in the holiday I fell off the side when picking up those things that hang over the side when you are moored. My bulky clothing clung to me as I floundered in the freezing water. I splashed for my life, and remember seeing the boat disappearing into the distance. Panic and cold took over my soon to be lifeless body... BUT a fisherman on the bank (a few feet away) shouted that I could stand up in the water - it being only a few feet deep. Eventually I did this, and to my utter amazement could stagger to the bank, where I shook like a dog. They eventually came back for me, so if it wasn't drowning, it was almost hypothermia!
Anyway, thanks Colin for the great photos taken on main island St Mary's. I am so pleased you had an enjoyable visit to the Scillies, and in spite of everything I wish I could have been with you.

Monday 28 September 2009

tea party
THE party was yesterday, and it may be a long time before I volunteer to do it again. You will remember I was organising a tea party, and early evening drinks for an elderly neighbour to celebrate his birthday (which he was trying to forget). The trouble is with old people is that they only have "old" things, and so many items I could have used were chipped or grubby, and to me - unusable! To him it did not seem to matter, but I have "my standards". He tried to help, but this became a hindrance. I had told him from the beginning that all he had to do was "meet and greet". In the morning when I went round to set it all up, and re-arrange the furniture he was already so tired, that I didn't think he'd make it through the day. Ironically he had all the alcoholic drinks set up, like this was more important than the tea party. I suspect he was more used to dishing out drinks than tea...
There were ten happy people for tea and cake, and the chatting in groups was invigorating. I made and served the tea, and we just about had room for everyone in the living room, although it was a bit of a squeeze. Inevitably he fell asleep, and by about 5 o'clock I suggested he told everyone he was very tired, and went to have a lie down. Gradually the guests tactfully left.
By six pm, the early evening drinkers were arriving - had this been too ambitious a project, but no, he was back, and helped with the washing up. I had the room prepared, and nibbles ready. The red wine flowed freely, and I heated the cocktail sausages - these were very popular. The conversation was diverse, but he couldn't hear was was going on, so settled back into the security of his armchair, and soon he head was dropping towards his chest. Every now again, he would lurch forward for another slurp of alcohol, which of course made matters worse. He said he had to go to the toilet, but could hardly make the journey, so I suggested to the seven drinkers that it may be best for them to depart. They sympathetically made their farewells and thanks when he returned, but even then there were some guests eager for a final drink before they disappeared into the darkness. It was only 8.30pm, but he was completely exhausted. I started to tidy the room, and take the empty glasses away, but he said he needed to go to bed, so I made a hurried departure.
I wonder if it was right to organise the party for him, and was the effort too much for him? However I think that whatever happens, he had the party that he so much wanted, and even if he dies today - well, he has achieved this, and I am so pleased for him.

Sunday 27 September 2009

A Book of Silence
My new book, purchased at a local book sale, attracted me initially because of its evocative cover. Any image depicting wild open spaces, islands or sea and sky will stop me in my tracks. Immediately the title appealed to me, and I thought it may be a "get away from it all" biography, but I was drawn to the careful collection of words, and thought there may be more to this, than I first realised. "Silence" is another key word that will always interest me, and then I thought it may be about the silent contemplative religious life, which also fascinates me.
I glanced at the reviews on the rear cover, and flicked through some of the chapter headings. I was quickly hooked, paid the bargain price, and left. Remarkably I started reading this book straight away. This is a first for me, as most titles remain on the coffee table for a while, then get put on the bookshelf unread, as I carry out one of my regular tidy ups. For some years I have found reading difficult, unless it was some technology related subject, perhaps to do with computer software for example. I have never been a fiction reader, but enjoy biography, travel, mind, body, spirit and any book covering my "interest of the moment". The internet has replaced much of my paper reading. Generally I don't have time for newspapers, although a neighbour lets me have some of his old Telegraph's, but by the time I get them, I don't have the urge any more... there's nothing worse than "yesterdays' news".
Sara Maitland's story of her search for silence becomes a magical journey. One reviewer said trying to write a book on silence sounds a bit like an artist attempting to paint the invisible, but it is much more practical than that. I am already a fan of Thomas Merton, the Trappist Monk who wrote at length about the subject, but mainly from the religious viewpoint. Sara's guide to the subject is more rounded, and earthly. I know I will enjoy the rest of the book.
Quiet please, I am reading...

Saturday 26 September 2009

nuthatch
There is sudden increased activity at my garden bird feeders this week, as the colder mornings remind us of winter's approach. August and September (so far) have been very quiet, as my little feathered visitors find better goodies elsewhere. I know my garden is simply a brief stop on their long list of eateries, but there will always be some food and drink awaiting their pleasure - they certainly give me an enormous amount of joy.
The newest addition to my long list of visiting species, is a Nuthatch - with beige front and blue wings (basically). This seems to be a red-breasted nuthatch. There is also a white-breasted one apparently - my research continues...
At the same time I regret to report casualties - a blackbird, another pigeon and a collared dove. It is so sad to see them lying there, vulnerable and injured, awaiting a slow death. It may be old age, or more likely collision damage. Is it better to receive a sudden blow or be pecked to death by a crow or magpie? You can decide. When I find a dead bird I will pick them up in a plastic bag, and place them in the bin. If you see a baby bird that has fallen from a nest, it is best to leave it where it is.
When bird watching at home, I usually observe discreetly through my living room window, where I crouch behind the sofa like a burglar. If I seek a better view or watch from a different angle I will crawl along the floor on hands and knees, so as not to disturb them. Sometimes on entering the room, I will see something of interest on a feeder or at the bird bath, and immediately freeze like a statue, as I wait for them to finish their activity before moving away in slow motion. I wonder if they can see me - if so they must be highly amused by my antics...
Perhaps they are human watching?

Friday 25 September 2009

Ashridge again
A return visit quicker than I expected, this time accompanying a mobility impaired friend. The disabled facilities at Ashridge are excellent, and we loaned a PMV (powered mobility vehicle) - this was a two seater golf buggy with four hunky tyres which cushioned the rough ride over gravel, and rocky ground often strewn with half submerged tree roots. Two marked routes are available, covering a distance of approximately four miles. They allow about an hour for this, which doesn't permit much time for stopping to admire the views or perhaps enjoy a picnic.
The first one is through woodland surrounding a large field - this is bluebell country in the Spring. The longer trail is quite interesting, and one feels very remote, very quickly. The silence and beauty of the woodland, and the quietness of the electric vehicle, plus the hilly terrain make for a fascinating ride, The volunteers at the check in, near the cafe and National Trust gift shop, will complete the paper work and test your driving ability before allowing you to start. This must be because of their insurance conditions. One is obliged to keep to the marked route for the same reason, and if the weather is bad no vehicles are available. One should book in advance.
The golf buggy we were using had a two pedal drive, but at the slightest up gradient it would slow to a crawl, yet when descending a slope it seemed to go at an alarming speed, but I soon got used to it, and gently applied the brake if necessary. The foot brake cleverly incorporated a parking brake as well. There was a fixed canopy, but apart from the windscreen it was open to the weather.
The photo shows me standing in front of a replica Victorian shooting lodge, deep in the forest. This would make an ideal holiday cottage, but at present it is vandalised, and graffiti strewn, unfortunately.

Thursday 24 September 2009

new baby - new man
Just the other day I was thrilled to see a youngish Dad, carrying his new (turned out to be only six days old) baby - in a papoose style sling supporting the tiny infant to his front, close to his heart, with a pinkish material tied in a cross behind his back and around his neck, ending with a large bow at the back just above his waist. So many thoughts and emotions kicked in when I saw him in a supermarket.
No, It is not true that I spend half my life in supermarkets!
His partner and their young daughter of around three years was with him, and they were deliberating on the limited menu. The family would have fitted in well with the Glastonbury scene, wearing their ethnic town clothing, and with his pony tail. It was lovely to see the father taking such a leading role, and it caused a lot of interest from other shoppers. I approached the man expressing interest in the miniature person, not much bigger than a bag of sugar, but perfectly formed, and happily asleep. The proud father eagerly showed off his tiny child, and told me his age. I expressed my congratulations to them both, and joy that he was taking such an interest in parenting. It seemed quite natural to him, and his non speaking wife just smiled. Their little girl looked shyly up at me, probably fed up with all the interest her new brother was causing everywhere they went!
I had thought the era of the "new man" was fading into history, but here was a supreme example of nurturing. Well done, and I hope you enjoy the experience of fatherhood for many years to come.

Wednesday 23 September 2009

shopping trolley
Have discovered how useless these shopping trolleys are - unless you require one or two items only...
Yesterday we were shopping at our local Sainsbury's for a weekend birthday party (but without the "birthday"). In reality I am organising this event on behalf of my elderly friend who chooses to ignore another milestone. We had discussed menus, and prepared a shopping list for the two in one event - afternoon tea, then a little later - early evening drinks. So it was a real mix of sweet and savory. He has already organised the wine.
He appeared with this thing on wheels, expecting it to be really helpful for me. Can you imagine pushing a medium sized supermarket trolley plus this at the same time? At first I put it into the trolley, but very quickly had to put in back on the floor as I filled the trolley. Wished I could have left it somewhere, but it seems to be his pride and joy - not that he ever goes shopping on foot anymore - he has his shopping delivered by van.
So the Sainsbury's trolley is going one way, and this trolley wants to go the other, plus him with his stick, wobbling all over the place... Help!
Anyway, we struggled round the store, me with the list and his trolley, and him with the store trolley, and somehow we got to the checkout, with just a few bruises to my legs where he had allowed his trolley to bash me. As I approached in advance of him, I saw a nearly empty checkout, and beckoned him to hurry. Well that was a mistake... Suddenly to my horror I saw him veering off into the wrong checkout lane, so I had to relinquish my place and collect him.
I laid the goods onto the conveyor belt, and went ahead to load them into his trolley. Quickly I discovered that vertical filing means putting heavy goods in first, otherwise they get squashed, but the floor area of the trolley is insufficient to take everything, so I end up with putting the balance into one of my empty bags. That meant carrying it with one hand, pushing this useless contraption with the other, and him holding my arm to balance himself, as he was getting a bit tired by this stage.
All this meant that I was unable to do any of my personal shopping, so I'll be round to you for a meal later!

Tuesday 22 September 2009

mobility scooters
Another tragic accident to a mobility scooter user...
As an occasional user myself I wonder whether there should be some optional training available. Many users of these indispensable machines, have never driven before, are elderly and may have other issues affecting their performance. An old lady was killed on a scooter locally, and frequently one reads of users getting lost or taking a wrong turn - onto a motorway for example!
Now that basic scooters are sold in High Street stores, there is less advice or user assessment than from mobility shops. Shopmobility now in most town centres and shopping centres can give help and support to intending drivers, loan scooters (usually free of charge) and offer much needed advice.
From my observations, speed of the vehicle is a factor in accidents, and pedestrians typically complain of "encounters". Being electric, scooters approach silently and combined with speed, because of their weight can inflict some serious leg damage - beware! I have seen collisions in shops and supermarkets - mainly with merchandise rather than people, and once I saw two scooters colliding...
I have to say it is up to the driver to avoid pedestrians and other obstacles, and to accept the responsibility of use and ownership. Many users may not realise that a class 3 scooter (road legal) should be registered and display a tax disc - this is free of charge. Some machines have 3 wheels, but more sturdy ones have 4, and which ever type is being used, great care must be exercised when negotiating kerbs. Always look for slopes, and never approach a kerb at an angle (in case of tilting). Insurance is a must, although not legally compulsory. Protective and reflective clothing is a sensible safety precaution, and to safeguard against the cold and wet particularly. Always remove the key after stopping to avoid accidental movement (and stealing), and have mirrors fitted for extra safety. In a word, be considerate of other street users - please. A final tip is to carry a charged mobile phone with sufficient credit, and loaded with appropriate contact numbers.
Take care - whether you are riding or walking.

Monday 21 September 2009

carer
Yesterday I realised that I had inadvertently become a carer - to an elderly gentleman neighbour and friend. He telephoned me to say that he could not cope with the new telephone. When I asked which phone he was using, he said the new one! It was at that moment I knew he had come to the point of accepting me as someone he needed. For months I have assisted, suggested, encouraged and provided practical support - all with great respect. Yesterday for the first time he called me and asked for help. Nothing specific - he just wanted me to be there for him.
I called around within half an hour, and we enjoyed a cup of coffee together. We have reached the stage, when I make the drinks every time. He wanted to see me, and share my company more than any help or support, although there are always things to do whenever I call.
I am beginning to realise how fear and loneliness can be part of everyday life for the elderly living on their own. Problems with mobility, confusion with medical appointments and medication a daily nightmare, and above all the inevitability of approaching death which one cannot escape.
Honesty with elderly folk is important. I remember caring for my old mother during her last few years, and learnt a lot about life and myself. I can put that experience to good use now, as he enters the early stages of dementia, and is often so tired he cannot stand. His list of ailments is increasing, and his many symptoms seem too much for doctors to cope with.
I can do a little to help, and he is so grateful, expressing his feelings with emotional words. I am so privileged to be able to help. I do what I can without any thought of reward, and when the time comes, and he escapes the burden of life, I will know he is in a better place.
God bless him!

Sunday 20 September 2009

quiz
Attended a local quiz last night (reluctantly) and our team came third, but we were only two points behind the top team. No, I am not getting enthusiastic about quizzes - I never will. I think they are really boring affairs, and however carefully the questions are phrased, there will always be some discrepancy or unfair advantage to one or another. They go on and on. At this one we had a well earned break for quite delicious food, with all fresh items lovingly wrapped to retain their freshness. Drinks were provided, and being "Teetotaler of the Year" I was privileged to enjoy a cup of coffee when I arrived. Later I had a mix of fruit juice and lemonade - until one of my team mates clumsily knocked the glass over. He wiped it up!
In this quiz, there was an interesting photo quiz - photographs of live and dead celebs, but they were so close together, there was a constant traffic jam - all that while we were supposed to be enjoying our food. There was no clipboard or similar to back the answer pages, but otherwise it was well organised I suppose. I find it difficult to be complementary about an event I only attended because of loyalty. I hate the idea of competition, exams, tests and other competitive challenges.
Anyway it was a night out with friendly people, and a very pleasant affair - just went on too long, as there were far too many questions, and going through the multi choice answers took longer than the original questions. Would a power point presentation be better. Maybe the questions could be printed out... or the answers?
Anyway, I am not advocating any improvements really, as I will never believe that one's "intelligence" or memory can be assessed in this still primitive but popular activity.
I am sure that I am not the only one - perhaps the rest of us should think of some way to accept that we are OK without another quiz!
Don't you think so?

Saturday 19 September 2009

rendezvous
We all know how fascinating it is to sit outside a cafe sipping cappuccino in the sunshine, and watching the world go by. Well, I was with a friend doing just this, when first a red car stopped and parked opposite. The male occupant waited, aimlessly looking through his car windscreen. It was a bright red sporty coupe, and seemed fairly expensive. The bodywork was in excellent order, and the bright coloured paint glistened in the morning light. After a few minutes a green (probably Japanese) car pulled up just behind the red one. The woman got out and both drivers met in between their cars, kissing briefly on the lips...
No, this was not the opening scene of a Hollywood movie, or the beginning of a novel, just reality... read on.
She gave him a rigid folder, which he placed in his car boot. They locked both cars and went for a short walk. Intriguingly just out of sight, but only for a few minutes. They returned together, walking side by side, but not holding hands. They spoke briefly, then she got into the passenger seat of his car, and they drove off. Her green car was still parked there.
Now, was this a secret lovers' rendezvous, the passing of top secret government information, a shipment of drugs or a box of uncut diamonds?. Why did they meet at this point - a country location outside a public house, where quests were enjoying morning coffee. There were no parking restrictions, so had they done this before? They were both dressed in "smart casual" seemed English and aged around 40 to 50. It was about 10.30am on a weekday morning.
So many questions, but we couldn't wait until they returned, so is the green car still there? Was she murdered by any chance? Perhaps the other couple having coffee at the next table were MI6 agents keeping watch? Was the driver of the Royal Mail van really delivering post, and why was the Tesco delivery van on the corner not moving?
Did we innocently interrupt some mega crime prevention observation or was it just a lovers' rendezvous?
We will never know.

Friday 18 September 2009

friends
It is only because I am being positive, that I called this blog "friends" rather than "enemies". Two of my friends are at loggerheads with each other, and their relationship seems to lurch between love and hate. I think this is because they have different expectations, and this has now reached an all time low, because they seem to me to be "taking" rather than "giving". They are blaming each other for the situation.
For any relationship, both people have to want to be there - but surely for what they can give to the partnership, rather than what they can get out of it. Are they using each other... no future in that, and if they were married or living together it might be better for them to separate as they are both causing each other great sadness. There is a lack of communication, because they don't LISTEN to each other any more. Mind you they are quite opposite in personality, and it is amazing how they got together in the first place.
They come from very different backgrounds and life experience levels. She seems to be very fond of him, but he doesn't treat her as an adult equal. She is very open and possibly controlling, he is very private and although divorced, has little interest in his family. He is rather "dependent" and she is more of a "mother" figure. They are both collectaholics! I could go on...
They have both lived on their own for many years, so find "sharing" hard. As I like them both, it is hard for me, and I could become "the go between". I don't mind providing a bit of counselling, but it seems to have gone beyond even that point. Yes, there is fault on both sides, but when a friendship gets to this low point, they may find that mutual friends begin taking sides?
So, what can they do to patch things up (until the next time) or should they both take a step back?
Answers on a postcard...

Thursday 17 September 2009

Ashridge
Had free transport for a few hours, so travelled to the National Trust's Ashridge Estate, near Berkhamstead. What a joy especially as the weather was a mild September morning. This large area of chalk downlands and beautiful woodland lies at the northern end of the Chiltern Hills. By the monument is a National Trust gift shop and information centre, and next to that a delightful cafe with tables outside.
There is a vast network of footpaths and bridle ways, and multi use is encouraged. I ventured out on my cycle for a while, but need to study the map before my next trip, as one could easily get lost - off the beaten track.
The swimming has increased my fitness level, and I am down half a stone. I find the cycling difficult, especially the up gradients. Even the down slopes... when it free wheels - scares me! I am just not a natural cyclist, but I intend to persevere, and overcome my nerves. With practice it can only get easier. I am not in favour of traffic, although I have cycled a bit locally, very early in the morning - it was light then, but now of course the dark mornings have returned.
Although there is are several dedicated cycle routes for different levels, I presume one can cycle anywhere - with responsibility. There is even a mobility scooter track, and I see horses.
I don't know what they would think about skateboards - NO not my latest activity, don't worry!

Wednesday 16 September 2009

ASDA
My monthly trip to the Asda Supermarket in north Watford, is always a disappointment... Firstly there are never enough smaller trolleys. A hand basket is too small (and heavy). The enormous trolleys are for big families, and the one I want is not there. I have spoken to customer services about this, and they say they will deal with it, but every time I go it is the same! I completed an ASDA customer web satisfaction survey, and said the same...
The shopping around the store is OK, and as I have been before I sort of know my way around, but for a beginner it is overwhelming in size and layout. It would be good to have a standard layout, but this is never the case, and often things are moved to a different location, which can be frustrating. There are relatively few shop floor staff to ask for directions, but when you can find someone they are accurate and helpful, sometimes taking you to the place.
The next great problem is that half the checkouts are ALWAYS closed, and the open ones have long queues. Speaking to a group of checkout supervisors did nothing to assist me on this visit. But if you are lucky you can time it to arrive first at a newly opened exit. Expert till operators will scan your goods so quickly that you have a mountain of goods, and seething customers behind. After the point of no return the operator may say "would you like help packing..." Thanks!
Then there is the cafe. One arrives exhausted, requiring liquid refreshment, only to be met by yet another queue, and de-motivated over worked (and under staffed) assistants struggling to cope. I was outraged when earlier this summer the cost of a coffee rose to well over one pound, but this has now been reduced to 85 pence, and the fill-up is free. Tired looking cakes, and dried out hot food is not seductive enough for me, so I settle for the hot drink from the machine. There are two, side by side, and one of them is permanently being cleaned, which is somewhat off putting when you see what's inside!
However, next week it is Waitrose - shopping Heaven!

Tuesday 15 September 2009

conker
What does it contain, and how big is it - the questions we asked as children... came back to me, as I was innocently making my way along the footpath towards the village. Suddenly plop, and I felt something drop onto my head - it was a conker that had naturally fallen from the horse chestnut tree (what a fabulous name for a tree). The excitement of autumnal youth flooded through me as I remembered trying to collect the biggest and best, and aggressively aiding their fall from the tree branches. It was always a gamble, one never knew what it would be like until it was prised open with my favourite penknife. So many under ripe disappointments...
A skewered hole through the centre, and knotted string was all we needed to become a potential champion, and I think we called our prized conker a sixer or whatever, depending on how many it cracked open in competition. Techniques of launching the conker were developed over time, and tricky advantages of heating were sometime tried. I never knew if this helped or not. Surely speed, thrust and aim were the secret of a becoming champion.
Part of growing up in the last century, often denied to children today because of health and safety precautions. Imagine wearing gloves and goggles to play this game? Unthinkable, yet I am sure there were no lasting injuries.
Let's play again...

Monday 14 September 2009

sleepy Sunday
Nestling in the Chiltern Hills of southern England is the ancient market town of Chesham, first settled on the banks of the river Chess, many hundreds of tears ago, and we came by car... not to conquer, but to admire. We seemed to inadvertently take the scenic route to get there, but never mind as we enjoyed the Buckinghamshire countryside. After parking we chose an independent cafe for a breakfast snack. It was barely 11am, so we expected many shops to be open when we emerged into the September sunshine, but NO, barely three shops were available to us - several coffee shops, then a chemist, then an excellent antiques and collectibles shop, but the independent bookshop was unfortunately closed. The small but excellent branch of Waterstones was open, and of course Sainsbury's.
How disappointing, but we are so used to the seven day shopping experience. perhaps we should return to the old fashioned idea of six day trading. It would certainly suit the mood of this picturesque town, sheltering below green clad hills, and possessing an "end of the branch line" feeling - how wonderful, and long may it continue to be free of ugly high rise buildings...

Sunday 13 September 2009

museums
Every school child in south east England must have visited "the museums" in London's South Kensington, as I did yesterday with a friend, and seemingly half the population of London. It is the greatest free show in the capital - headed by the V & A, Natural History, Science and Geological - M u s e u m s. So important at the beginning of the twentieth century, that an underground foot way from the South Kensington tube station running under Exhibition Road connects them all to pedestrians. We started with the Natural History Museum, as it has the most impressive facade and approach layout, but it was the building itself that became more of the attraction than the dusty exhibits. We discovered some signs of modernisation, but generally rather disappointing.
Next was the V & A (Victoria and Albert Museum) created by Prince Albert, husband to Queen Victoria, and the striking building also faces Cromwell Road on the other side of Exhibition Road. It was time for coffee, and we quickly discovered the Garden Cafe, surrounded by the Henry Cole Wing - reminiscent of a Greek or Roman temple. The old courtyard (pictured above), modernised with pond, and tree planting is also the site of the very first museum cafe in the world (indoors). This is an oasis among the buildings and traffic, and we enjoyed our snacks and drinks. The V & A is quite easily the best museum of the lot, mainly because of the varied exhibits, but also the blend of ancient and modern architecture. You need to travel both ways to see the best of the sculpture galleries. You could start at the top and work downwards. It is light and airy. Best to visit on a weekday though.
The Science Museum is perhaps the most "modern" and there has been an attempt to upgrade to hands-on. It is clearly designed to attract hordes of children, and is almost adult UNfriendly! Didn't like it, and the atmosphere was quite oppressive.
No time for the Geological Museum, which I suspect happens a lot - the junior partner of the big four. At every entrance, bags were searched by hunky security men using torches to delve into the interiors. They seemed only interested in "sharps" but as I don't carry scissors or a knife, I was admitted. Why don't they have airport style metal detector arches? There were great queues because of this necessary chore.
Although we said, "we must return soon" it will probably be many years before we do, which would be such a pity. Don't delay...

Saturday 12 September 2009

tax online
For many years, I have not been required to file an income tax return, but now suddenly I have to! This is for the tax year 2008/2009. The online deadline for completion is October 31st. The paper version should have been in by the end of July. The bulging folder has been sitting on my desk for so many weeks, that today I decided I should do it. I had an attempt a week ago and discovered I had to register so that a secret password could be posted to my home address. The HMRC (Her Majesty's Revenue & Customs) website is ultra secure, and quite user friendly once you have mastered the login process.
Completing the online form is still quite daunting, and any "error" or wrong entry is quickly communicated. If there is any "delay" you have to login again, so this happened many times as I had to work out answers with the calculator, and find information in many different places within my comprehensive folder.
At last I was on the last leg, and the result - overpaid tax = 75 pence! However it will have to be checked by human hand presumably, so I wait with trepidation...
Now, I realise how wonderful it would be to have an accountant.

Friday 11 September 2009

Abbeyfield
Thinking about the "next step". What shall I do when I get a bit older, and am not able to look after myself quite as well as now? Abbeyfield could be the answer. There will certainly be one near you (in the UK) with some overseas as well, and they provide sheltered housing for small groups of elderly people.
Which chair is for me? Well Abbeyfield Houses are not like the traditional residential nursing home, where folk seem to sit about all day and look into space - how tragic is that? At least now there is a move to stimulate by activity, and many organisations have activity organisers. Being small houses they are like communities of friends (hope they get on together), and two meals a day are provided. Residents are as independent as possible, will prepare their own breakfast in the bed sitting room and are able to pursue their own interests in the outside world. Social activities, outings and visiting services are provided. It seems such a good idea - a bit like living "at home" with hotel service, and no outgoings for heating or repairs as everything is supplied.
Each house is run by an administrator and cook, with committee support. I have visited several Abbeyfield houses, and I am amazed how different they are. I am sure I could fit into one when the time comes. Do you think they will have me?

Thursday 10 September 2009

Worthing visit
A day trip to my old home town, and so very nostalgic. A balmy September day, but slightly overcast. Walked onto the pier, and around many old haunts. The town looked good, and was pleasantly populated by obvious visitors, and many residents, but not too crowded.
So many memories, and still I feel a yearning to return. It is all so familiar, yet new again like the first time. It seems like revisiting a ex partner - whilst I know I should move on, I can't quite let go.
The most amazing experience was the gentle breeze - there is nowhere else where this happens in quite the same way. The flowers, trees and grass all seem fresh and new. The buildings seemed to welcome me! The sound of the sea is haunting, and I listened for ages as the small waves broke onto the pebbly beach. I admired the daring flight of gulls, and saw a single swan on the beach and in the sea.
I will return again - soon.

Wednesday 9 September 2009

negative
Are cats attracted to negative energy? Well they are certainly fascinated by any keyboard I've ever had. I am writing about an amazing night's sleep of about six hours - continuously - the best for years, and without sleeping pills or any diversion before retiring. This coincides with a long talk to an enlightened friend about negative energy. It has been known for some time that computers, mobile phones, microwave ovens and the like are likely to cause us some harm, because of electromagnetic radiation. Manufacturers deny any danger, and reports have been inconclusive, but I am convinced that because it is negative energy it must be bad for us. I believe that I slept so well last night, because I removed the laptop computer from my bedroom, and placed it in the living room. It had previously been on my desk at the foot of my bed. Time will tell.
We have all experienced positive energy from happy people, in natural places of calm, and equally bad or negative energy from bad or sad people, and in places where there are too many people all at once, and particularly from any mechanical or electronic machinery.
A basic law of the Universe is about energy, which is vibration - but only best for us at certain rhythms. My healing is channeling this energy for good, and retaining a balance in our aura. Remember those times when people are too close to you. We call it an invasion of our personal space. This is a collision of our auras, and can only be accepted by intimate lovers.
I often feel bad in places like supermarkets, where the volume of people, noise, bright lights and over heating causes me inner pain. If I feel a panic attack coming on, I need to sit down or leave the store pretty quickly. Whilst I would describe myself as a townee, I do so love the open green space of nature, particularly the quiet of the countryside, and the peace of being near water. Don't you?

Tuesday 8 September 2009

flip flops
Surely the most uncomfortable, most unfashionable, most dangerous for driving - flip flops, which have unfortunately survived the decades of
the worst footwear possible. My friend with the car (so I have to be nice to him) will insist on wearing these when we go swimming (now once a week) insisting they are as safe as anything, Well I disagree!
He'd be better off barefoot, or just as dangerous - wearing wellington boots. He must realise that without proper fitting footwear he is a menace on our roads. One slip, or the strap breaking and complete loss of control. His foot could easily slip within the flimsy construction, and where would he be then... without a flip or a flop - I don't know which would be worse?
Imagine standing up in court (or perhaps bathed in plaster of paris) and admitting he was wearing this "made in China" mass produced footwear of very inferior quality. I am sure the Magistrate would not be too impressed. He might even ask what a "flip flop" is?
So there's only one possible place for these monstrosities - walking over pebbles to reach the sand. When you get there and slip out of them, lets hope an incoming wave will wash them away...

Monday 7 September 2009

the park
Delightful late Summer stroll through Cassiobury Park, Watford's "jewel in the crown" and onto the Grand Union Canal with River Gade. A good number of people - all with children and dogs, were completing a Green Party event - quiz or similar, and walkers and aggressive cyclists competed for footpath space, but we enjoyed our time there in the warm September sunshine.
It started with a bacon sandwich at the Cha Cha Cha cafe, and we were lucky to obtain a table outside because it was over subscribed, and we had to wait ages for our food, which was delivered by a smart young male body builder. When asked if I would like brown sauce, he produced the bottle from his trouser pocket, which amused me somewhat. I thought only boy scouts were that prepared. At one point we moved our table to a shady spot to avoid the heat of the mid-day sun - who would have thought, after such an unsettled spell of weather.
We watched the antics of dogs and even more children in the cafe seating area. The cafe provided free dog biscuits at the counter, and my friend pleased the animals with his offerings. I don't approach dogs in the same way in case they attack me - I was bitten once, and it put me off. After our walk to the canal we enjoyed an ice cream at the other cafe before walking back.
A half day of extreme pleasure, and we look forward to our next visit.

Sunday 6 September 2009

nothing to do
An oft used bleat from rude children and spotty teenagers, always hanging around in groups (getting up to mischief or worse) on a street near you - but I don't have the energy to solve social issues today, which should have been tackled consistently by Government over many years. I am more interested in you and me at this time. How often have we thought this on quiet days in between manic weeks. How many of us, after a few days on that Spanish beach in broiling sun, have desires for the routine of the rest of the year.
Ironically we always seem to hope for the opposite - age and work heading the wish list. Now in retirement I am sometimes "busier" than when I was working full time, but maybe this is an urban myth. Time is a relative thing, which changes "speed" according to our circumstances. Because I get up later, do things at a slower pace and get distracted more easily, then time will appear to change.
Inevitably boredom will set in at times in our life, more so at a younger age, without responsibility. In later years, our time is probably more valuable (less future - more past) but we appreciate activities so much more, and value the quality rather than the quantity.
Yesterday for example, I woke with the idea that I had nothing to do, but in reality it was a chance for me to catch up on things that I had neglected for so long. Having a blank page in the diary is not always a bad thing, if thinking and positive action takes control. It was a chance to write those letters that I had been putting off, time to telephone a friend, and the opportunity to tidy up the garden. At last, time for a soak in the bath, and all that after getting up after 11am!
Yet still more time to read the newspapers, and what about that book that's been on the coffee table since Christmas, or the videos of long forgotten TV programmes - so much to do, but first I'll sit down and have a cup of coffee... and why not?

Saturday 5 September 2009

party
Frustrated by renewed attempts to offer my services to a local organisation as a volunteer, I realise I must be "unemployable" as I can't find the organisation that is right for me. My current interest is a local voluntary organisation seemingly without structure or policy. They must lunge from one drama to the next one. Their website is three years out of date in parts. There is no apparent application process, interview or basic training. Even the Chairman agrees that they are disorganised - so its not for me!
To replace this absent activity, I am turning my hand to planning a birthday celebration for a friend and neighbour. It will be in two parts - afternoon tea, and early evening drinks. We have agreed the date, formula and I have designed and printed the invitation. I accept his guest list, although I would also have invited people that I didn't know too well. I fear he may end up with a skeleton crew, as people often drop out at the last moment.
The party will be in two parts to cater for the majority of tea-totalers, but some may wish to attend both? We have asked people to "RSVP", but I regret modern folk don't seem aware of this ancient protocol. I always used to reply to invitations with a short note of acceptance, and afterwards I would write a short thank-you note.
There is much confusion these days about whether one should take a gift to such an event. I suppose it depends how well you know the host, and whether there is any guidance from him. If in doubt, it would be nice to take something.
So if you get an invite, I trust you will respond positively... Might see you there?

Friday 4 September 2009

loft insulation
Waiting in today for men to upgrade the loft insulation. This has got to be a good thing, and the Government are giving grants to poorer people to have the work done by local contractors. I had a look in the loft the other day, because the firm said in advance that "nothing should be in the loft". Well, all I found that was visible, was a bag of old Christmas wrapping paper. It was dry and dusty, so I could have used it, but didn't fancy the idea, as I didn't know who had put it there, or when. So I put it into the paper recycling box. I've got plenty of gift wrap which I have purchased after Christmas at giveaway prices - so much so that I had to buy a plastic box to put it in!
Now, you know what its like - waiting for people to come to the house. They have said that they can't give me a time OR even "morning or afternoon". This is not a good start, and will mean me hanging about, hesitant to start a new job in case they arrive at that particular moment. The loft access is in the living room, so that means I've got to hide in the bedroom while they are here doing the work.
Is it a good idea to offer a hot drink? This might mean they then ask to use the toilet. If I offer tea (or coffee) will they put the hot cups down on a delicate surface, or knock it over on the carpet - so many problems...
If only I could go out and leave the Butler to sort it out - if only!