The wee bug that has hung around for weeks decided to hang around my throat last night and remove what energy I had from me. This I counteracted with whisky to no effect, well except more drowsiness. However in spite of remaining horizontal all morning the sapped energy did not return. This was awkward as I had to be at the museum for one o'clock having promised to cover the Saturday man.
Blearily I sauntered in wishing to be back in my bed. It became obvious the girls thought in similar fashion, they wished me away again. However I remained and took my place at the till where we welcomed the guests to the opening of the new exhibition. The high heid yins were there, including the Member of Parliament, photo ops important at such a time when folks question his allegiance to the area, and all went swimmingly as far as I could see.
Crittalls the window people were very good to their staff. A sports club, good conditions, good money and in the 20's one of them built the village of Silver End equipped for all requirements of the time for his employees. It was obvious that a company that people were happy to work for, some for over fifty years, would bring a decent few people to the museum and so it proved. They came to see portraits of the workers!
During the 20's someone decided to organise oil painting off those who had served the company well, usually those who had served many years. Thus there were a collection of paintings of workers high and low on offer and today we gathered the majority of them together for the first time in 90 years.
Many were donated by the locals, their grandfather posing happily or not as the case may be, and naturally at the beginning there were queries as to whether the information was correct. Being the people we at the till were we passed the buck to the curator and moved away.
Running home as soon as I could I have sat here watching football ever since longing for the final whistle so I can sleep. Tomorrow I will also watch football and remain indoors out of the rain, wind and cold while I sup whisky for medicinal reasons. I might require to do this also on Monday...
3 comments:
There's usually an ailment for which whisky is the sovereign cure...over an extended period, mark you, to be sure of recovery.
I hope you passed your bug to the M.P.
I hope the medicine works, or at least makes you feel a bit better. Interesting about Crittall's, I haven't heard of them for years, we had some of their secondary glazing many years ago.
Fly, I was not allowed near the MP. The boss forced me to the far side away from him just in case...!
Dave, The medicine helps! They have a place in Witham, six miles away, now where they continue work. Many old windows require replacement and most are grade II listed so the business has a future there.
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