I never thought of that. It's a slightly upmarket charity shop (if that makes sense) - they don't accept junk!
It's a beautiful but cold day here, and I'm going to treat my host, M., to lunch; I'm having trouble deciding which of Fredericton's delights ...
I sort of need to weigh up style of food with ease of parking - most of the really nice eateries are downtown, and you have to take pot luck with getting a parking space.
But if you patronise an eatery remote from a parking spot, you will (a) work up an appetite walking to the said eatery, and (b) possibly lose a few extra pounds whilst walking back to the car!
As I continue to declutter in preparation for a move to senior living in a few years, my plan is to give my fairly good English china to "a slightly upmarket charity shop." I don't know what luck they have selling china sets -- no one seems to want them these days.
As I continue to declutter in preparation for a move to senior living in a few years, my plan is to give my fairly good English china to "a slightly upmarket charity shop." I don't know what luck they have selling china sets -- no one seems to want them these days.
Try the auctioneering thingy first - and maybe give the $$$ raised to charity?
Missed the edit window, but if you get in touch with a specialist auction house (for glass, china etc.), they will probably advertise in specialist publications, and thereby reach a potential market that a charity shop may not reach, IYSWIM.
I hasten to add that I have NO connection with any auction house(s), save as a satisfied client!
As I understand it, most charity shops now have someone who checks for possible ‘treasures’ and sales them in the most appropriate way e.g. auctions. I have a friend who checks stamp collections and also sorts out metals that he takes to a scrapyard and gets reasonable amounts of cash for, so the charity gets maximum return.
V. nice lunch consumed (fishcakes with lemon and dill sauce and a glass of WINE).
Came back to find post confirming what a faff anything to do with Canadian bureaucracy is (still trying to establish D's SIN number), but at least the Certified Copy of his will has now been e-mailed to me, so I may be able to start getting things moving.
As I understand it, most charity shops now have someone who checks for possible ‘treasures’ and sales them in the most appropriate way e.g. auctions. I have a friend who checks stamp collections and also sorts out metals that he takes to a scrapyard and gets reasonable amounts of cash for, so the charity gets maximum return.
That makes sense - and more £££ (or $$$) for the charity.
I spent quite a pleasant afternoon getting my French identity document. Singing the Marseillaise and drinking Champagne is a far more fun way of spending the afternoon than being in the office.
The Champagne, sadly, was not provided by the Republic. I did get a letter from the President. Do you think he wrote it personally just for me?
We used to go and sing a Sunday afternoon service at the old people's home in Orkney, where there was a lady who lived to be well over 100. On her (I think) 105th birthday, we went to sing specially for her, and she was looking through her birthday cards. When she got to the one from the Queen, she set it aside: "I've already got some of those" (I think back then you got one every year after 100).
I was hoping we would make our 60th wedding anniversary this year, but alas no, Mr.T died just under two years ago. Not that I wanted a card from Her Maj, but it did make a nice round figure!
Sort of Liberation Day for me today, well, perhaps Freedom of Movement would better describe it. I am having a lift fitted, goes from the kitchen to the little bedroom, so that I can get upstairs (and down again) with distinctly more ease than I can now. Much building work had to be done, but now there is a good possibility of seeing movement by this afternoon! I have a nice bottle of red wine to toast the occasion, but not sure what to sing. La Marseillaise, or God Save the Queen don't seem appropriate. Did think of Guide me, O thou Great Jehovah, but does that go with red wine and a certain frivolity??
Well, we sing it at the Beer and Hymns session at Greenbelt. It goes down very well.
X-ray this morning confirmed my broken toe of several weeks duration but no new fracture. So I’m to continue resting my foot for a few more weeks. Just having a cup of tea before tackling the marking.
V. nice lunch consumed (fishcakes with lemon and dill sauce and a glass of WINE).
Came back to find post confirming what a faff anything to do with Canadian bureaucracy is (still trying to establish D's SIN number), but at least the Certified Copy of his will has now been e-mailed to me, so I may be able to start getting things moving.
Grrrr ...
I wouldn't be surprised if Canadian bureaucracy is a mixture (or melange) of British and French bureaucracy, probably selecting the unpleasantness from both streams!
I do hope it gets sorted soon. This hanging around is awful.
I understand Cwm Rhondda gets sung at other sporting venues as well:
Bristol Rovers!
Bristol Rovers!
We'll support you evermore (ev-er-MORE)!
I think the right tune to be singing today would be Ode to Joy.
I spent the morning filling out paperwork to do with sending my Stuff back to the UK - there's a form from HMRC that asks all sorts of awkward questions like "have you got a job to go to when you move back to the UK?". Considering that I'm a UK citizen who paid tax and National Insurance for about 20 years, surely they can't stop me from moving back - can they?
Well if you volunteered, I’m sure they wouldn’t say no. But really I meant that if they know you’re arriving to a job they can make sure they get you into the tax system straight away.
I think the right tune to be singing today would be Ode to Joy.
Is that to be sung joyfully (as in "Hurrah, we've left the nasty EU") or rebelliously ("We may have left the EU, but we're still going to sing its song, so there!")? I'm for the latter, BTW.
My late father collected Royal Doulton "Larchmont" china - he made sure that he had sufficient of everything to divide between my sister and I after my parents had no further need of it.
We have our "half" plus the Ercol dresser they kept it in...if I had been choosing, I probably wouldn't have chosen this pattern, tbh, but we get it out on the high holy days (Christmas, New Year, Birthdays...) and set the table with linen and the good cutlery (also a present from my Dad...) and the crystal glasses that came through the family and were originally a retirement gift to my grandfather. As we have no sprogs, I don't know what will become of it all...
You would hope not, Piglet, but now that we have left the EU (and that's a phrase I never thought I would be typing) I don't know for sure. I hope the Scots are more civilised than some below the Border, that's for sure...
Our church has yard sales for outreach fundraising. There is one parishioner who works for an auction company and another who has experience selling valuable things on e-bay. When anything that looks valuable is donated, one of them takes charge of it and disposes of it in the most profitable manner possible.
We sang Choral Evensong this afternoon for the first time since D. died; we usually do it on the first Sunday of the month, but between when he died and Christmas the choir didn’t really have the forces to do it (two of the singers were playing/conducting, and I took a few weeks off, so we were a bit short-handed).
I felt rather sad that they didn't do it when they should have a couple of weeks after he died, as it was his favourite service (he'd have had us sing it every week if the choir had been willing), but I could understand why they didn't.
I don't know when I'll sing it again, as I hope to be back in Scotland by the first Sunday in March, but I doubt I'll have found a choir by then ...
I've had a productive, if emotionally difficult morning. I went to Service Canada, who were actually helpful, and told me that yes, I could send the application for D's SIN number from their office; and that I can conduct the rest of the process remotely from Scotland. It may take as much as six months before I get the pension thing sorted, but at least it's been started.
As I had a friend with me, I took the opportunity to do something I've rather been putting off: I collected D's ashes from the undertaker, and as I expected, it was a bit tear-jerking.
But it's done now, and while I still have to face bringing the ashes home with me to Scotland, at least I can start making plans to come home.
Thank you, everyone. I've now also arranged for my post to be forwarded to Scotland for a year from 20th February - I don't imagine I'll be getting post to my old address for quite that long, but it was relatively cheaper than only doing it for four months, and it should cover next year's Christmas post.
I'm now going to search the interweb for flights to God's Own Country™.
Thank you, everyone. I've now also arranged for my post to be forwarded to Scotland for a year from 20th February - I don't imagine I'll be getting post to my old address for quite that long, but it was relatively cheaper than only doing it for four months, and it should cover next year's Christmas post.
I'm now going to search the interweb for flights to God's Own Country™.
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I know it can be a bit of a hassle, but the charity might well end up with more $$$ or £££ than if they'd tried to sell the stuff in the shop.
Having enjoyed a degree of financial success at auctions (antiques, and property) I have some respect for this way of disposing of items!
It's a beautiful but cold day here, and I'm going to treat my host, M., to lunch; I'm having trouble deciding which of Fredericton's delights ...
I sort of need to weigh up style of food with ease of parking - most of the really nice eateries are downtown, and you have to take pot luck with getting a parking space.
True. The Weather is mild here in gods-(not)favoured Ukland.
Try the auctioneering thingy first - and maybe give the $$$ raised to charity?
I hasten to add that I have NO connection with any auction house(s), save as a satisfied client!
Came back to find post confirming what a faff anything to do with Canadian bureaucracy is (still trying to establish D's SIN number), but at least the Certified Copy of his will has now been e-mailed to me, so I may be able to start getting things moving.
Grrrr ...
That makes sense - and more £££ (or $$$) for the charity.
The Champagne, sadly, was not provided by the Republic. I did get a letter from the President. Do you think he wrote it personally just for me?
I hope one day to get a similar letter from the President of Ireland, but I doubt if Guinness will be provided...
Now have the Marseillaise as an earworm....
I didn't know about the diamond wedding cards - my parents would have qualified in 2011.
Sort of Liberation Day for me today, well, perhaps Freedom of Movement would better describe it. I am having a lift fitted, goes from the kitchen to the little bedroom, so that I can get upstairs (and down again) with distinctly more ease than I can now. Much building work had to be done, but now there is a good possibility of seeing movement by this afternoon!
X-ray this morning confirmed my broken toe of several weeks duration but no new fracture. So I’m to continue resting my foot for a few more weeks. Just having a cup of tea before tackling the marking.
I wouldn't be surprised if Canadian bureaucracy is a mixture (or melange) of British and French bureaucracy, probably selecting the unpleasantness from both streams!
I do hope it gets sorted soon. This hanging around is awful.
I understand Cwm Rhondda gets sung at other sporting venues as well:
I think the right tune to be singing today would be Ode to Joy.
I spent the morning filling out paperwork to do with sending my Stuff back to the UK - there's a form from HMRC that asks all sorts of awkward questions like "have you got a job to go to when you move back to the UK?". Considering that I'm a UK citizen who paid tax and National Insurance for about 20 years, surely they can't stop me from moving back - can they?
Is that to be sung joyfully (as in "Hurrah, we've left the nasty EU") or rebelliously ("We may have left the EU, but we're still going to sing its song, so there!")? I'm for the latter, BTW.
And they won’t want you drawing benefit as soon as you arrive. Welcome to Britain.
Well, that would be any country's immigration policy, wouldn't it? I don't think that's just the UK. Somehow seems to make sense, too.
We have our "half" plus the Ercol dresser they kept it in...if I had been choosing, I probably wouldn't have chosen this pattern, tbh, but we get it out on the high holy days (Christmas, New Year, Birthdays...) and set the table with linen and the good cutlery (also a present from my Dad...) and the crystal glasses that came through the family and were originally a retirement gift to my grandfather. As we have no sprogs, I don't know what will become of it all...
Crikey, that's not wot I ment, innit. Apoplexies!
I felt rather sad that they didn't do it when they should have a couple of weeks after he died, as it was his favourite service (he'd have had us sing it every week if the choir had been willing), but I could understand why they didn't.
I don't know when I'll sing it again, as I hope to be back in Scotland by the first Sunday in March, but I doubt I'll have found a choir by then ...
As I had a friend with me, I took the opportunity to do something I've rather been putting off: I collected D's ashes from the undertaker, and as I expected, it was a bit tear-jerking.
But it's done now, and while I still have to face bringing the ashes home with me to Scotland, at least I can start making plans to come home.
{{Piglet}}
A busy and tiring day here. I’m feeling a bit battered. Looking forward to yoga later.
I'm now going to search the interweb for flights to God's Own Country™.
You're going to Wales???
Perhaps the Almighty has more than one ...