Friday 16 September 2016

Rain


Today was the day for travelling somewhere, naturally thunder & lightning, stair rod like rain and a sudden desire not to travel came upon me.  I had intended to be by the estuary, you know the place where wind sweeps across chasing the birds and felling the trees on days like this, and I am somewhat happy to be here inside this smelly dump.  This signifies the good days are over after all, yesterday's near 30% will not return until next year thanks to global warming.  


Instead I intended to continue searching for dead family members but had foolishly turned off the laptop.  Updates were downloaded and when I attempted to start the machine it took almost an hour updating the Win 10!
I was not amused!  
Looking at the finished product I find they have added things (sorry apps) I do not need, never use, and don't want, while I looked through the short video telling me how great Cortana is, I however do not use it and don't see a need for it.  Just remove it and allow me more space thanks a bunch!  
The wallpaper picture has disappeared, the screen size changed, but as yet few other things have been lost as far as I can see.  No doubt these will show up shortly.  Grrrrrrr!

Now while the rain lashes against the window, shaking the dodgy frame, and the sound of cars splashing their way far too fast in the conditions I return to seeking the lost sheep of the family.  If I were to really seek the lost sheep and find them there are some who will remain unfound, indeed one or two up north might join them!  No names...



Thursday 15 September 2016

Debts, Family History and Sunshine


It has been a busy and enjoyable week for the most part, except for things that did not bring joy.  The unexpected demand for Council Tax that I thought had been dealt with turned up today and brought me great joy indeed.  How enjoyable however is the ability to pay such things via the web rather than walking into the office or posting a cheque, though I do that for other debts.  So much easier to pay bills this way and think you have money to spare until you count the money in your pocket.  I am now emptying the cider jar of loose copper coins just in case....


Coming home from the museum on Tuesday I fell into a deep sleep, I usually do, but later, before the seven nil thrashing Celtic took from Barcelona (no sniggering at the back) I noted a name of one of my grandfathers first sons. He married twice and we descend from his second attempt (which failed) and I have been tracing the first family slowly for some time.  For some reason a name arose and when I had the time (Wednesday) I sat down and traced one lost sheep.  I also found Granddad's 1906 marriage record where the phrase 'met through drink' is not mentioned.  The son however was traceable in some ways, he had joined the Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve and was enlisted on a Minesweeper HMS 'Azalea' which served in several places including the Mediterranean.  He survived the war but died in London late 1936.  His sister confirmed his body but as he was only 49 I begin to wonder why he died and why I cannot find his death record.  His probate is noted but no mention of money appears.  My aunt mentioned a son taking cyanide and so did the other she said, but memory plays tricks and she may not have been revealing the truth, she was of that nature regarding bad things.  The wife appears in Dundee Lunatic Asylum and possibly there was something in the family, however time at sea, with only one recorded incident when the ship was damaged by a mine is noted, but maybe that had a leftover with him?  Several more to investigate, though little Mary last born was soon to pass on at less than a year, sisters to investigate and a brother or two to research.  All good fun and games when you can discover something innit?

   
After spending two days sitting inside seeking dead people I daundered out on a long walk - for me - and spent some time in the very hot sunshine.  I even wore those tinted glasses that made made several young women mistake me for a Hollywood star or James Bond.  However tiring of their attentions I continued on my way clearing the spiders webs from my mind and taking in what is probably the last real sun we will see.  The rain is here in places tonight, thunder & lightning with possibly more tomorrow.  Dawn arriving as it did on Tuesday (see top picture) will be a thing of the past, dark clouds will hide the round yellow thing once again.  Then by Monday ice flows will be seen in the local rivers, frostbite will be my friend and a Normal October will inform us of its arrival.   The joy continues.






Monday 12 September 2016

Another Monday


I was surprised by the heat as I wandered out this lunchtime.  It appears we have anther short summer this week.  Hot tomorrow then temperatures descending lower and lower until we reach the ice age of winter again, probably next Monday!  I was off to the church for a discussion on outreach, with lunch provided to ensure people turned up, and a good time it was at that.  Naturally  I talked to much and said too little but what do you expect?  This is my family heritage!  Some years ago when researching the family line I was in contact with someone somewhere in Aussiland, in our conversations by email, passed on to others over there, I mentioned my dad and aunt disagreeing over the date of their mums death.  I pointed out one said it was before the end of the war, the other claiming it was afterwards.  Both, following family tradition were determined they were correct!   A third Aussie chimed in after this saying "We are related, all my bloody lot are like that!"
For that reason I never go to Australia!


So the Cameron era has ended finally.  'Good bye' is all I can say to the worst PM this nation has ever had, and we have had some dumbo's right enough.  'Don't slam the door as you slink out' is another. He leaves for several reasons but money making is one of them clearly, just sitting on the back benches supporting the present PM who has made it clear his 'Posh Boys' policy was not right and she is working hard to eradicate almost all he has done is another good reason for him to head for the money.  An ex-PM sitting on backbenches is in a difficult position, anything he says will be taken as support or opposition of the present PM, and as her policies are very different from his, in word if not yet in deed, then he cannot really say much at any time.
In my view he is not much of a loss, Osborne may go next although they do not want by-elections at this time, his job is only on the backbenches and never will Theresa May the present PM allow him back!  How different it would have been if they had just gone six years ago....


 'Road works today' said the sign.

   

Sunday 11 September 2016

Twilight


Having cycled speedily to church this morning I sat there for the next hour nursing my knees, lovingly no-one offered to nurse them for me.  This exercise idea is all right I suppose but there are problems.  However we had an excellent morning and I only kind of fell out with one person today so things are improving...  I cycled back the long way round enjoying the sun while it lasts and then I spent the rest of the day watching football and nursing my knees. 
Tonight however as twilight fell I got the rusty bike out and pedalled slowly, oh so slowly, half way up the old railway to seek a photo.  They are not quite how the sky actually was at the time but give the general idea.  The top one is my favourite, that s close to reality.
 

The sky is always worth looking at whatever time of day or whatever season we are in.  Looking one way gives a different sky from looking in the opposite direction, the colours vary with the slight movement of the sun.  Of course at dusk things do get darker which explains why the supper chasing blackbirds almost had my front wheel upon them.  


In the cool of the day everything is changed.  Being Sunday few are about, kids at home doing the forgotten homework, people preparing for work, rubbish TV being endured.  This means the streets are very quiet, so quiet in the distance the rumble of the bypass can be clearly heard as movement continues elsewhere out of town.  In town few move, some laughter from the pubs open doors is heard, an occasional clink of glass, a barking dog in the distance enjoying freedom in the park, a huddle of youth carrying their secrets guiltily pass by scowling at one and all, lights can be seen in the local church for evening service, a bus containing one passenger slowly fulfills its duty passing in the opposite direction from a lone cyclist worrying about how his knees will feel in the morning.
The quiet cool of the day, possibly equal to the early Spring morning in beauty. 


Saturday 10 September 2016

Rain


Te sight of this man sitting under the tree, brolly up, summed up the day.  On and off all day precipitation filled the day.  I didn't ask for it, I didn't want it, I disagreed with gardeners and farmers who thought it a good idea.  
Today is what they call in England & Wales 'Heritage Day,' a day in which museums, art gallery's and places not often open to the public open and for free allow the masses to trample all over their carpets.  It rained!  This stopped me going out, though I actually preferred to lie in my bed, as the places I wished to visit all required being outside, in the rain.  Many people would have managed to visit the barge and Lighthouse Boat that were open, the open churches and big houses would be perfect places on such a day as this, and those humps in the ground that are actually Norman castles would no doubt have gathered visitors anyway.    
I stayed in and watched Manchester City.


When I did venture out, in between showers, I found pictures hard to obtain.  The flowers in the gardens were dying off, the damp kept all peoples away, bar several 11 year old boys playing around the bushes, I dared not ask what they were up to, and even the birds and squirrels were hiding. 


So I came home and looked for the football.  What else could I do?


The last of summer I fear...


Friday 9 September 2016

Jollity!


It's been a jolly day today.  For the first time in weeks I felt almost normal and failed to sit on the roof last night howling at the moon.  Having spent most of yesterday asleep and sleeping well last night, combine that with eating better and this morning I felt so good I went out to an early meeting by bike!  Indeed in spite of the wind I cycled for several minutes both there and back, going the long way round as I was enjoying myself.  Such a change from the last few weeks.
Indeed I even smiled at the woman in Tesco while she charged me an arm and a leg for my goods and almost, but not quite, started clearing up the mess around me.  That can wait....
How lovely to feel normal again.


 O to go down to the sea again
To the lonely see and sky
I've left my shirt and socks there
I wonder if they're dry?

Spike Milligan got it right.  There is no better place to be than by the sea.
I have come to like it here, all I require is within reach, bar the sea.
One day I will by that wee house by the sea, few neighbours, no noisy ones, a good view of passing ships and all facilities required within a short walk.  One can but dream, and my wallet is not keen on me doing even that!


Thursday 8 September 2016

Mug!


It was when I saw this dingy mug sitting among the bric-a-brac of the house that all the women in my past came to mind.  I don't know why?
It's funny how little things set of the memories is it not?  For instance the fragrance of various flowers brings memories, one takes me back to primary schooldays, another to walking in certain streets.  Such strong fragrance is not easily forgotten, that is why women pay so much for that perfume bottle.  The women I meet appear to prefer motor oil or coal gas but that's another story. Wet grass reminds me of the joy of football when face down in the mud I revealed to the world my fantastic goalkeeping abilities.  Pipe tobacco reminds me of my dad sitting smoking his 'Condor' pipe tobacco with it's distinctive aroma on the box he made into a toolbox come seat in his little garden, my that seems o long ago, a different world.
A photograph is of course always an easy reminder of past events and awful haircuts.  Such things can be used to embarrass people today as well as remind them of people long gone or good times once had.  Memory of my leg break reminds me of God's goodness to me at the time, all those incidents that followed on from that.  Nine, or was it eight, pins in my leg, that is a reminder that is always with me!  
Not all memories are good of course, I avoid the multitude of 'cancer' adverts and reports that appear to fill TV and radio time, since my sister died that time I have never been keen to see these.  Those who endured war often keep memento's of one sort or another, the diary written at the time yet never opened today, the bullet removed from the leg, the dreams that never leave.  
Memory is strange in some ways and we control it by deliberately forgetting certain things which we wish not to heed, occasionally however it slips into the mind.  The good thing is this happens also with good memories, days of sunshine and happiness, days of blue skies, green grass and much enjoyment.  I hope we have lots of those memories.


Talking of blue skies we had one of these above us for much of the day.  Not that I saw it as I spent most of the day slumped over this or lying asleep in my pit.  The real summer is drawing rapidly to a close and the usual suspects are at this moment gathering strength in mid-Atlantic and preparing to drop lots of rain upon us over the weekend. 
I may be asleep for another day or two at this rate...


Wednesday 7 September 2016

Old Tech But Working Tech


A short time ago I suddenly realised a favourite radio programme was about to start on Radio 4.  This is the type of programme I usually wish to keep so off I run to the tape cassette recorder (ask mum kids) and search for a free tape.  
For many years I used to have a double tape deck and was able to make tapes according to my own desire, those days sadly have passed and few have any sort of cassette player with which to listen.  Now it appears we much insert disc into deck and record from the TV (which also has radio) and keep a disc.  However two problems arise here, one is the inability to play around mixing and matching with these and the other my discs fail to work.  Yet another of the hundred and one things that need attention in this house.
However if it works I will be able to improve my collection of tapes and this is a must as I am sick of hearing those I made 20 years ago!  They themselves are now historical!  For many years I have had to do without this tape machine and when I hear them now it takes me back sometimes more than 20 years.  Tapes from the Open University, BBC anniversaries of D-Day, war programmes, historical recordings, various UK towns, all sorts of things lie there.  However I find so few programmes to record today and this machine does not do the 'DAB' system so many more channels are lost to me which is sad.  
I particularly like short 15 min programmes on a variety of subjects but being there to record them, no timer on this either, does make things irksome.  of course I could mention the buzzing on the reception that will not desist no matter where we go but I will leave that aside as I can ignore that, usually.  Too many drama's, book for women, boring or irrelevant stuff on radio these days.  Hopefully things will improve.  





 

Tuesday 6 September 2016

Another Day...


Oh to be a Crow!
Or is it a Rook...?
Anyway I had a great day at the museum.  We were not overworked, the kids being back at school led to large periods of quietness an experience we have not been used to.  However some folks came, the odd child also, and there were once again those asking questions, that is what I love. 
Add to this having work dumped upon me regarding the Great War, he asked about one man and I went straight to him, (aint I good?) and tonight and tomorrow I will have to research a bit more for him.  Also a woman with Zeppelin questions, all as museums ought to be.
All was going swimmingly and then a discussion online tonight went awry.  Possibly jumping in when tired is not the best thing, even when right, but there you go.  Now this has ruined my good mood, even though I was right, and I wish I was that Crow (Rook) as he never gets ruffled.  Indeed he lords it over all other creatures in the park and happily wanders at a distance from people, treating them with disdain.  Sounds right for me.
Ah well, another day tomorrow and another disaster awaits. 






Sunday 4 September 2016

Saturday 3 September 2016

Dead Boring Saturday


An early walk in the sun to the shop for yesterdays bread summed up the day.  
Nothing happened after this.
I was not up to anything, I did nothing, no football of consequence was available, nothing happened.
Boring indeed.
My ears hurt, I am half deaf in one ear as the jaw bones rub the other and swell, I feel rough, I am half asleep all day, and in short life goes on as always.

 
Now the rain has returned.
Summer is over, the nights are closing in, cloud covers the earth, rain falls.
I might go back to my latest book, "Cheerfulness and How to Get Shot of it!"



Friday 2 September 2016

Thursday 1 September 2016

Last Thursday


This sky, taken yesterday, returned today.  I didn't see it!
I was sitting indoors teaching the temp assistant how to work the till, greet people and make sure they didn't cheat her.  "I chat up the old women, you chat up the old men," I said, "Just don't chat up the young men as they will believe you!"  
So having spent a delightful and quite busy day I then proceeded to Tesco to forget to buy the things on the list I left on the bunker!  Grrrr!
Home I trotted to search for information for those who had enquired, poor lass could not help there, and as the Internet at work was down until late afternoon nothing could be done, so I did some when I returned.  
Looking at maps of the area from before the war and soon afterwards shows something of the war damage and something of how many houses were demolished in later years by a council not listening to the people.  Things are different now but at that time councils just did not listen to anyone.   Fun looking at maps, until I fell asleep...
Still, this is my last regular Thursday, from today I will have more time to myself, to do all the museum stuff lying on this laptop!  






Wednesday 31 August 2016

Morning Bike


The old railway line was becoming busy as I made my way back from my exercise run this morning.  The delight in watching men struggle up the slope knowing that they have a days work ahead of them and are rushing to be at work by eight o'clock leaves me quite satisfied.  Very satisfied that I no longer require to do this.  Better to travel to work this way mind rather than on a commuter bus or train where you have no control whatsoever over the running of the transport.  Nothing but punctures and women with dogs can annoy you as you race to work.  For me of course the women and dogs often mean a few words exchanged, Fifi keen to rub her head into my knee although the dog was less keen for some reason, and then a few words with a retired man and his close to retirement dog, 'seen it done it, just lets walk and feed me' type dog, and all this while trundling slowly down the slope and not struggling upwards.


Six thirty and I was heading into the old railway line.  The mist was dissipating quickly from the dip in the land as the sun rose majestically (what does that mean exactly?) and soared into the sky.  I tried to stop it and told it to wait until I was in position but it did not listen to me.  As Jenny noted fields like this, somewhat enlarged in recent times, contain no birds.  Those that exist do so in the areas off the old railway where trees and shrubs have arisen since the trains ceased forty years ago and wildlife has increased.  The Rangers control the area well and yet if we relied on the farmers much would be lost.  It must be said that many farmers do cut corners when harvesting and allow larger areas at the ends of many fields to go wild.  Some have dropped fields altogether, possibly for EU money, and encouraged wildlife in this manner.  The man here just wants to sell this farm and plant 3500 houses but the council said 'NO!'  Good for them, this is the wee towns one real country area, a link between town and village with no reason to bring the two together except money making.  Three area on the other side of town will have housing, more appropriate in my view but not popular with all.


This was supposed to be an interesting image of the sun hitting the mist as it hung over the trees.  No matter what I did, no matter what I fiddled with nothing like the actual picture I saw arrived in my camera.  Still it's OK as an image.  It does however make the pylons look like they are the stars of one of the 'Star Wars' type movies, pylons ready to march across the earth dominating the land, although some would say they already do that.  Mind you if they did not march those who object could not communicate their objections as they would have no electric!


One thing I love about this time of year is the bright early morns when I can get the bike up the old railway and take a picture or two, even if they don't work out right.  The sheer brightness of the sun over the fields brought to mind those who had to work those fields in the days of long ago.  The harvest would be cut by man and scythe, heaped by women into stalks and only late in the 19th century did a man, usually a grumpy self important one from the north, arrive with a machine and thresh the crop for the farms.  I did read an item about this that Thomas Hardy put into one of his books.  I got the impression he had read it also and made use of it but I could be wrong.  Even with the machine to help this was hard work from morning till night and the pay was not good.  After the harvest there comes a time to plough and sow and start again all the time watching the sky as country folks know the weather required watching all the time.  The sky hinted at slight red this morning as I rose and I suspect the old agricultural labourers would tell what the day held even from that, though they would be working by six in the morning to tell the truth.  Hard work all day for what?  Possibly seven shillings a week?  Maybe more for the ploughman or cowman, but nothing at all when the crop fails.  One of the first acts of the Cameron government was to drop the protection given to farm hands, not that many exist today.  Country people vote Conservative and they are important to the Party.   


This old fashioned type of signpost has been removed in some areas but Essex keeps them and I think this right.  There are enough modern tin signs on main roads and these add a wee bit of character to the area.  One, standing in town since long before the war had become a wreck yet the council replaced it with the same type of sign, not a modern one.  Good for them I say!


The 'Crix Green Mission' looks like a hall grafted onto the back of a typical Essex farmhands house.  The hall roof has a Dutch inclination to it but I am afraid as this Hamlet comprises a mere 13 houses it does not have much use.  Services led by St Michael's occur but how often I know not, and the hall is used during elections for voting purposes.  At one time it must have had a full time member who know ll the people round about, and there would be many more farmhands then, but today while the house is occupied the hall clearly does not have a full time staff today.  Imagine living in a  Hamlet of 13 houses, most of whom are now quite pricey.


Nothing for it but to run back down the line and head for breakfast.  My knees have had enough exercise this week but none tomorrow as I am on my last Thursday at the museum, I think.  With local kids back at school on Thursday I suspect we will be quiet for a change with only normal people arriving.  I may have to just sit there quietly all day and read a book....fat chance!

For those who don't understand 'Brexit' and such stuff, here are a couple of Irish Comedians to explain things in a simple and clear manner, sort off. 

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Tuesday 30 August 2016

Routine Tuesday


As expected no-one cared that I was dying after my bike ride.  i did however have to listen to their holiday stories, look at their pictures and eat the Danish (Jam tart) Pastry provided even though I explained about my diet.  I had to listen to worries re the kids event, which were not worries at all as those kids who attended enjoyed it immensely, sell £50 worth of sale goods and survive on one cup of tea only as Peggy ran off to listen to the holiday report and left me on my own.  In spite of this, and the strange creaking from my knees when I stood up, the morning went well bar forgetting to buy ice cream for the girls on my way back.  They will remember that!  


It is interesting to note how little coverage has been given to the recent bomb in the Yemen that has killed between 60-70 people.  The war, between Saudi Arabia and Iran via Yemen, has killed almost 7000 that we know off and has displaced around 2.5 million people.  
Still, they are only Arabs innit?
had such numbers been killed by IS in Belgium or Italy they media would be full of this 'outrage,' crowds would gather in the streets waving the nations flag, that flag would appear on facebook posts and 'fellow feeling' would fill the air.
However it is just that Arab war, innit?
The media, well most of it anyway, are not too keen to talk about this war.  After all we get billions from the Saudi's for the aircraft we sell them let alone the bombs they drop on Shia rebels in the region.  We don't want them to buy French arms do we?  Imagine if the bombs were French, even the left in this country might be less interested!  However the right wing media, which means most of them, are not keen on upsetting the present Conservative government, any cash brought in might help the workers buy those papers.  
This bomb killed mostly those training to fight IS and the rebels, other bombs, from both sides, have killed anyone who was in the way, mostly civilians.  The war in Syria gets lots of mention, the war in Yemen is forgotten.  Maybe Syria would be forgotten if we sold Assad arms?   What?...oh!