Tuesday, 28 February 2017

Hard Work....

"Hard work never killed anybody"  Or so stupid people used to say.  These were usually stupid people who were not involved in 'hard work.'  I however was so involved today.  Before I even started I had to check things were in place, put right the mess left from before and then sort some things out for the lass running the kids 'Stone Age' lessons today.  
Then I opened the door!
This art exhibition is bringing them in.  Numbers of them came early this morning, in small groups, and ones and two's to wander round purring at the exhibition.  We are becoming used to this.  Art lovers come some distance often passing through other galleries to stare contemplatively at the offerings.  So far none have grumbled and as they come specifically to see it I suppose they wouldn't.  Again they spoke of the capture of village life and again I wondered if any of them appreciated what working on a farm during the 'between the wars years' was really like.  Middle class artists painting and drawing on quiet roads can be appreciated but had I been up to my knees since dawn amongst turnips or cabbages I might not keep my silence when a chap suggests I pose for him.
The visitors do however inform us, and I inform the curator, that it is a well laid out exhibition and a credit to her and the museum.  When I tell her off this she gets defensive and through gritted teeth demands to know what I want!
Wimmen eh?

Talking of wimmen my colleague came in while I was burdened and behind my weary back ensured the heater was on full blast, I of course was sweating like a pig having run around for an hour, and she removed my excellent music and replaced it with a new one of her own!  This so she could sing along to the entire CD all day!  At least she made the tea, twice!  I might have died without it.
However, while I was busy, she then disappeared to help the kids and left me listening to this music while facing the hordes of visitors while she chatted happily to the kids and teachers!  Good job I am not one to complain.  
One mum, gran actually, brought in a child not yet two and controlled by reins.  Watching her struggle to browse the shop while not letting little Johnny destroy it innocently was enjoyable.  He did try mind.  While putting her card through for the goods purchased the Town hall clock rang twelve so we had to await the pin number while she took him outside to hear it ringing.  Good job the only other customer was also a grannie.  

One of the false gods loved by the Romans was found in a pit under what is now a shopping precinct.  In days of yore this was thought to contain Roman dwellings and this may have belonged to an individuals house and who knows why it was dumped.  Maybe they became Christian and threw it away.  There are several items from that 'dig' on display, coins from that time and before, stone age stone axes, and a lovely Mammoths tooth found down the road where such beasts once had their dinner.

Having been buried near the wee man on a horse and now behind glass this has not come out too well but does show the kind of thing Romans liked in their house.  Whether goddess or not I canny say but statues meant a lot to Romans.  Famous or commended people had statues built for them and placed  in prominent places as a reward for whatever.  This one shows what the well dressed Roman lass would look like while looking down her nose at others not quite so well off.

On the way home I came across this Rose on a bush in a garden.  I canny make up my mind it if is late from last year or a sign of Spring being around the corner?  I do hope it's the latter as it appears to have other buds ready to show nearby. 


the fly in the web said...

That 'hard work' phrase always has me snorting. I
t reminds me of the county ladies who talked of their 'work'...discussing the need for fur lined winter knickers for 'distressed gentlefolk' over cups of tea brought in by maids...

Suza said...

beautiful pictures of the art-exhibition. Very nice

Jenny Woolf said...

I think it is a kind of camellia. I have one which has very similar leaves and lots of buds although the flower isn't exactly the same, I suppose they come in different versions. The exhibition looks rather inviting, I wish I could slide into your photograph and have a look around.

Sheila @ A Postcard a Day said...

'Tis a camellia, not a rose. So, a taste of spring.

Dave said...

Our camellia are still in bub, you must have a milder climate that side of the country.

Adullamite said...

Fly, Researching the Great War we found a 1914-18 diary from a nearby village. 'Having tea with the vicar' was mentioned weekly as was playing snooker(?) with a local gentry. The war was mentioned twice, once when troops billeted on the town (not her) left 'for the front' and once when her snooker pal lost his son. These only in passing mind.

Suza, Thanks, difficult in that light.

Jenny, Thanks for that. All flowers are either Roses or Pansy's to me! You are always welcome at the exhibition.

Sheila, Thanks, a taste of Spring indeed.

Dave, Milder...? His Camelia's get the full benefit of what sun there is mind.