Collecting the fruit and veg (eat mangos before they go off by 5 O'clock) in a dreich misty day again.
It was the same yesterday. At least it keeps the park free from adolescents all day and all night.
However while Thursday began misty by lunchtime I could keep my window open all day and not freeze. This is December! Who says there is no global warming?
The Friends of the Museum hold a raffle each Christmas to raise money for the museum and rip off daft people who pay 50p for a ticket, books of 4 tickets are available. Naturally at this great draw there are many prizes, around 40 this year so I was keen to get my hands on one. Naturally being there I participated as did all others in picking occasional tickets from the large black bag in which someone had placed them having spent the day folding them first. Naturally I got nothing! The fact that four people obtained two prizes each, one at least who wins every year, did not annoy me, although it annoyed others. Instead I approached them and asked if they would share a Lottery ticket with me on the biggest Million Pound draw, naturally they refused!
Instead I returned to work on one of the village war memorials, although this is not really a village these days. Black Notley lies a wee bit to the south of the town but few realise that much of the town actually comes under the village itself. It took me a while to grasp this. That is why several men who fell in two wars appear not on the main war memorial but on the Black Notley one. The village remains a village, much larger than in times past, but the few streets and huddle of houses of 1914 are now large estates of council, or ex-council homes.
This is a memorial I worked on a few years ago. I obtained the basics, printed it off as I ought, and then lost the link! So when someone mentioned their ancestor was one of the men here I looked again and discovered the loss of link. In fact three other village links have gone west. I gave one to the lass at a villages museum and forgot about it but in fact I must have deleted the links, all the gathered information and lost everything. I now must start them all again!
Good job the villages were small...Bah!
6 comments:
Ilove the misty mood.
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susa
I wish I could send you some of our mangos when they are in season...but thanks to the postal system they would probably arrive as mush with a stone in a malodorous parcel...
Still you could always donate it to the raffle in the sure and certain knowledge that you won't win it...
I love mangoes...and it's mango season here at present, so I'm making the most of it and am having a couple of mangoes a day. Being summer stone fruits are in season, too...I'm in fruit-lover paradise!
Suza, Misty is good.
Fly, I love good mango's but this guy buys cheap and when he offers me a bargain I know what is coming!
Lee, I'm not jealous!!!!!
For one crazy moment I thought you had been out picking mangoes in the park. Then I remembered whose blog I was reading. Mangoes are best when they are over ripe I think. I never win any thing in the lottery but kind of think I should support it because it funds so many good projects and I like to imagine what a nightmare it would be to have the responsibility of being a multi millionaire!
I can definitively say that dreich is not a word that I hear used in our parts. Your efforts will not go unnoticed in Heaven. Thank you for the e-card Sir. I wish you a very happy Christmas, enjoying the traditions of the season.
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