No Playboy bunnies at Captain P's school. Like the good bourgeois Catholics they are, the school colour is navy blue. (Seriously, there is a whole French Catholic subculture known colloquially as the navy blues (les bleus marines) because this is the colour they always dress their children in.)
I have a Difficult Relative who throws herself wholeheartedly into various causes, which is a good thing, but then lambasts anyone who doesn't follow her lead and espouse the cause too.
This morning I've had a series of messages claiming that I am "dishonest" "creepy" "cruel" "pretending to be moral" "don't know right from wrong" "uncaring" "lack empathy" and "think I can live a cruel life by ticking the Jesus box."
Anyone want to guess what I've done that is so terrible?
This is a recurring thing, so it's water off a ducks back, but it is tiresome.
On a happier note, it's a beautiful day here, and I am about to start harvesting our jostaberries.
In what is likely to bean oft-repeated refrain for the next few days, Jings it's hot. Allegedly just about 20°C and a breeze, but just to the local shop and back and I feel like a well-wrung rag.
I have a Difficult Relative who throws herself wholeheartedly into various causes, which is a good thing, but then lambasts anyone who doesn't follow her lead and espouse the cause too.
This morning I've had a series of messages claiming that I am "dishonest" "creepy" "cruel" "pretending to be moral" "don't know right from wrong" "uncaring" "lack empathy" and "think I can live a cruel life by ticking the Jesus box."
Anyone want to guess what I've done that is so terrible?
This is a recurring thing, so it's water off a ducks back, but it is tiresome.
On a happier note, it's a beautiful day here, and I am about to start harvesting our jostaberries.
Hi NEQ; have you ever thought about blocking said difficult relative? ( in a spirit of Xtian love, of course) Am well aware that you aren’t looking for advice however could not help meself.
Said relative sounds as though more than overdue for a knuckle sandwich….
No Playboy bunnies at Captain P's school. Like the good bourgeois Catholics they are, the school colour is navy blue. (Seriously, there is a whole French Catholic subculture known colloquially as the navy blues (les bleus marines) because this is the colour they always dress their children in.)
Tudor charitable schools had a blue uniform, though lighter https://livinglondonhistory.com/the-fascinating-story-behind-londons-bluecoat-statues/
It was also a common livery for servants because blue was a cheap colour to dye cloth (though navy would obviously be more costly). I suspect the later common use of navy here was a fashion thing, as darker colours were considered more modest at the end of the sixteenth century. My own school uniform was navy in the 1980s.
HA, I suspect that blue as colour of choice among conservative French RCs-is there any other type?) is more to do with Mariolatry than anything else ( in trad RC circles and indeed in my pre-conciliar childhood) blue ( of any shade) was Mary’s colour.
I have a Difficult Relative who throws herself wholeheartedly into various causes, which is a good thing, but then lambasts anyone who doesn't follow her lead and espouse the cause too.
This morning I've had a series of messages claiming that I am "dishonest" "creepy" "cruel" "pretending to be moral" "don't know right from wrong" "uncaring" "lack empathy" and "think I can live a cruel life by ticking the Jesus box."
Anyone want to guess what I've done that is so terrible?
This is a recurring thing, so it's water off a ducks back, but it is tiresome.
On a happier note, it's a beautiful day here, and I am about to start harvesting our jostaberries.
Hi NEQ; have you ever thought about blocking said difficult relative? ( in a spirit of Xtian love, of course) Am well aware that you aren’t looking for advice however could not help meself.
Said relative sounds as though more than overdue for a knuckle sandwich….
Said Difficult Relative has alienated other relatives and so we're pretty much the "last men standing." Blocking her would be disproportionate, as she'd end up with no family. And we live far enough away that we rarely see each other in person.
It's just tiresome getting a stream of vitriol and bile directed my way.
The current thing is milk. We get milk delivered to our doorstep from a local farm. She drinks "milk" made from Californian almonds imported into Scotland. She wants me to repent of my cruel milk-drinking ways.
She's a recent convert to almond milk, so is still at peak avoiding-dairy-evangelism. This too will pass.
HA, I suspect that blue as colour of choice among conservative French RCs-is there any other type?) is more to do with Mariolatry than anything else ( in trad RC circles and indeed in my pre-conciliar childhood) blue ( of any shade) was Mary’s colour.
I thought of you on Saturday, @Heavenlyannie . I dressed up for a 1940s event at Bottisham, and took some of my cameras. It was dressed up - nothing really 1940s except the cameras, just representations, and a paying guest rather than a re-enactor - but for a one-off it was good fun.
That’s a lovely photo
I haven’t done any re-enactment since lockdown. I was invited in 2021 to be a WW1 nursing sister in a convalescence ward in the manor but I was still recovering from my post-covid syndrome at the time (actually postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome, self diagnosed and self-treated as the cardiologist didn’t believe me when I suggested the cause of my tachycardia in April 2020. She could have had an early covid paper on it…).
I thought of you on Saturday, @Heavenlyannie . I dressed up for a 1940s event at Bottisham, and took some of my cameras. It was dressed up - nothing really 1940s except the cameras, just representations, and a paying guest rather than a re-enactor - but for a one-off it was good fun.
Like the photo @Sandemaniac.
We had a very nice ramble with the Ramblers today. We visited a village that was once on one side of the Trent, but during a storm the river shifted, leaving the village cut off from anywhere else. The church is very much as it would have been when it was built and was fascinating to look round. The only downside was that is as rather hot. I came home, had a shower and then fell asleep watching the Tour de France.
Tea was a couscous salad with our own lettuce and juice from one of the lemons on our lemon tree. @North East Quine , my husband had the reverse of the argument your relative is trying to have with you. He does tea and coffee for the local Meeting House and someone claimed that oat milk was full of nasty additives. Turned out he worked for a local dairy, but it quite upset my husband at the time.
Yes, it was Sir Drefaldwyn, aka Sir Dreadful. Darllenwr only saw one person he knew, but reminisced about the past with the guard - my fil. was the company chairman for many years and so there is a family connection.
Today was St David's again, beautiful weather. We certainly have had a good week! Tomorrow is likely to be Aberystwyth
I have a Difficult Relative who throws herself wholeheartedly into various causes, which is a good thing, but then lambasts anyone who doesn't follow her lead and espouse the cause too.
This morning I've had a series of messages claiming that I am "dishonest" "creepy" "cruel" "pretending to be moral" "don't know right from wrong" "uncaring" "lack empathy" and "think I can live a cruel life by ticking the Jesus box."
Anyone want to guess what I've done that is so terrible?
This is a recurring thing, so it's water off a ducks back, but it is tiresome.
On a happier note, it's a beautiful day here, and I am about to start harvesting our jostaberries.
Hi NEQ; have you ever thought about blocking said difficult relative? ( in a spirit of Xtian love, of course) Am well aware that you aren’t looking for advice however could not help meself.
Said relative sounds as though more than overdue for a knuckle sandwich….
Said Difficult Relative has alienated other relatives and so we're pretty much the "last men standing." Blocking her would be disproportionate, as she'd end up with no family. And we live far enough away that we rarely see each other in person.
It's just tiresome getting a stream of vitriol and bile directed my way.
The current thing is milk. We get milk delivered to our doorstep from a local farm. She drinks "milk" made from Californian almonds imported into Scotland. She wants me to repent of my cruel milk-drinking ways.
She's a recent convert to almond milk, so is still at peak avoiding-dairy-evangelism. This too will pass.
You might tell her something about the environmental cost of almond milk (the little nut trees need a LOT of irrigation) and suggest she switches to oat milk: or even tap water.
It's going to be hot here. I'm already starting to close the windows that were opened at 5 am.
I have a Difficult Relative who throws herself wholeheartedly into various causes, which is a good thing, but then lambasts anyone who doesn't follow her lead and espouse the cause too.
This morning I've had a series of messages claiming that I am "dishonest" "creepy" "cruel" "pretending to be moral" "don't know right from wrong" "uncaring" "lack empathy" and "think I can live a cruel life by ticking the Jesus box."
Anyone want to guess what I've done that is so terrible?
This is a recurring thing, so it's water off a ducks back, but it is tiresome.
On a happier note, it's a beautiful day here, and I am about to start harvesting our jostaberries.
Hi NEQ; have you ever thought about blocking said difficult relative? ( in a spirit of Xtian love, of course) Am well aware that you aren’t looking for advice however could not help meself.
Said relative sounds as though more than overdue for a knuckle sandwich….
Said Difficult Relative has alienated other relatives and so we're pretty much the "last men standing." Blocking her would be disproportionate, as she'd end up with no family. And we live far enough away that we rarely see each other in person.
It's just tiresome getting a stream of vitriol and bile directed my way.
The current thing is milk. We get milk delivered to our doorstep from a local farm. She drinks "milk" made from Californian almonds imported into Scotland. She wants me to repent of my cruel milk-drinking ways.
She's a recent convert to almond milk, so is still at peak avoiding-dairy-evangelism. This too will pass.
You might tell her something about the environmental cost of almond milk (the little nut trees need a LOT of irrigation) and suggest she switches to oat milk: or even tap water.
It's going to be hot here. I'm already starting to close the windows that were opened at 5 am.
I just can't get round the words "nut milk" without sniggering. Not helped by advertising campaigns on Fartbook a while back for home nut milk makers using pictures of attractive women and captions that I am quite sure were deliberately tailored for the lavatorial of humour - "no more tedious nut bag squeezing" comes to mind.
@Amos I am smiling and nodding till she calms down. We've actually been through this before. She switched to oat milk a few months ago. I got the stream of invective about being cruel, evil and destined for hell then, but she ended up with some digestive issue from the oat milk so she went back to dairy. Now she's onto almond milk, and my temporary reprieve from being the World's Worst Person is over.
@North East Quine - your patience does you much credit.
ION, scorchio today again in Arkland the Arid, with the same forecast for the next day or so. A nice fresh Breeze would be welcome, but there is none to be had...
Tess Coe has been visited, the post-Pilates/Work-on-Deck aches which I expected today having not materialised (thanks be to Dagon or someone), but the rest of the day will be spent in gently Potter Ing about.
Lunch is Hunter's CHICKEN with Paprika Potatoes, a bit spicy for hot weather, but today is use-by date.
There's also the environmental impact of flying a foodstuff thousands of miles when there's a sustainable alternative just up the road in your case. But I can see rational argument is not her strong point.
Another sticky morning battling invading green alkanet, bindweed and cleavers from next door(s), plus rooting up withering scads of yellow poppy and Herb Robertto give a bit of lebensraum to things still to flower. Watering pots.
Probably about to fall asleep in front of Scottish Open coming from up the road at North Berwick.
Our Place used to have (in the grounds around the church) a fair amount of Blue Alkanet.
At a time when I somehow became responsible for keeping the grounds tidy, I didn't discourage it - Bees seemed to like it, and the little blue flowers were pretty - but subsequent efforts on the part of churchwardens armed with highly destructive weed-killers have seen the end of it...why, they even paved over an area of sandy grass which was home to myriad Ivy Mining Bees. This distressed me, as IMBs are entirely harmless, and a relatively rare (and recent) species in this country.
For a church which professes to be eco-friendly, they don't show much sign of it, but I do appreciate that too much Alkanet might not be welcome at Casa Firenze...
The roots of alkanet are deep and excessively vigorous so I can understand wanting not to have in or near cultivated ground. I suffer from it badly myself. It also has highly irritating hairs on its stems
The roots of alkanet are deep and excessively vigorous so I can understand wanting not to have in or near cultivated ground. I suffer from it badly myself. It also has highly irritating hairs on its stems
Ah. I knew it was vigorous, but I didn't know about the irritating hairs on the stems...
We also have an alkanet problem, far worse than the bindweed which tries to sneak in. Every year I hand weed alkanet from the main bed but it always grows back. If you let it stay it spreads through the garden. It’s in cahoots with the Spanish bluebells.
My response to Bindweed Central was membrane + several inches of pebble. Largely successful, though it still sneaks through an old brick wall - next door erected tall fencing inside their boundary thereby creating a survival corridor. Bluebells just grow through regardless. Other neighbour hasn't done anything about their shrubs along the fence. I don't greatly mind the potato vine, ivy, dogwood, poor straggling roses etc, but they do provide bindweed bridges.
We also have an alkanet problem, far worse than the bindweed which tries to sneak in. Every year I hand weed alkanet from the main bed but it always grows back. If you let it stay it spreads through the garden. It’s in cahoots with the Spanish bluebells.
Our Place's grounds (it's not exactly a churchyard, as there are no graves) also has Spanish bluebells. I'm afraid I let them flourish - I'm not sure what the present regime does, though it probably doesn't yet include napalm.
A small raised bed near the main door to the church did suffer for some time from ground elder. A lovely lady (Auntie P - now the oldest member of our little congregation) and myself spent some time, and a fair amount of our own £££, revamping this bed. We planted some nice herbs (lavender and rosemary), trimmed back some existing roses (two cultivated, one wild), along with some other Stuff, and used quantities of bark mulch to cover the gaps. This seemed to discourage the ground elder...
I might add that we were given some useful advice on planting, and how to let Stuff grow up through lower Stuff, by a professional garden designer (a former neighbour of mine) who was very much influenced by the work of Christopher Lloyd at Great Dixter House in Kent. She was also something of a disciple of Gertrude Jekyll (let the Gardening Reader understand).
Auntie P and I enjoyed our work, and were greatly disappointed when (owing to infirmity) we were no longer able to continue, and had to hand over to the Philistines.
I've always though alkanet would be a good name for a character in an historical story - My Lady Alkanet - sounds OK. It does have flowers of a lovely blue but I'm sensitive/allergic to the bristly leaves and the long tap roots break off so easily if you're trying to remove it.
There is a remote rural church in Norfolk which has masses of alkanet in its churchyard. They do, however, mow, and keep clear, the path to the door...
I was all set to make Tang cu kuai yu* for dinner until I realised it would mean standing over a wok of boiling oil, deep frying the fish. Temperature still in the twenties, and humidity in the seventies I thought maybe not. So it's baked in a cheese sauce instead.
We also have an alkanet problem, far worse than the bindweed which tries to sneak in. Every year I hand weed alkanet from the main bed but it always grows back. If you let it stay it spreads through the garden. It’s in cahoots with the Spanish bluebells.
Our Place's grounds (it's not exactly a churchyard, as there are no graves) also has Spanish bluebells.
If a diversion may be allowed, one of my presbyterian minister friends (in Canada) explained to me that he understood that a burying ground attached to a church is a graveyard; a burying ground remote from a church is a cemetery, but the space around a church with no graves is just a churchyard. I have no idea if that is the generally accepted definition, but a curious little detail, anyway.
Being, as I am, an idiot, I wrote a whole screed of stuff yesterday and then forgot to hit "post comment" ...
It wasn't very interesting, just guff about my biennial hearing test (which was quite good) and the weather (which was quite hot).
It was even hotter today (24° at its peak) but not too bad while I was out in it. I braved Tessie's at lunchtime to stock up on cold meat, salads and such for the avoidance of having to cook at the weekend, when it's due to get really hot. Indoors, with windows open, and watching the tennis, I think.
Tonight's supper was a ready-to-reconstruct Caesar salad with chicken, which I zizzed up with some extra grated Parmesan and a twist or two of pepper, followed by a few biscuits with CHEESE and grapes.
We also have an alkanet problem, far worse than the bindweed which tries to sneak in. Every year I hand weed alkanet from the main bed but it always grows back. If you let it stay it spreads through the garden. It’s in cahoots with the Spanish bluebells.
Our Place's grounds (it's not exactly a churchyard, as there are no graves) also has Spanish bluebells.
If a diversion may be allowed, one of my presbyterian minister friends (in Canada) explained to me that he understood that a burying ground attached to a church is a graveyard; a burying ground remote from a church is a cemetery, but the space around a church with no graves is just a churchyard. I have no idea if that is the generally accepted definition, but a curious little detail, anyway.
I'm having on going 'discussions' in my role as a councillor about the use of pesticide in our cemetery. I'm taking things slowly, but I hope we'll have some greener options in the end.
A very busy but nice day. I did my lip reading class, ate my sandwiches while admiring our Market Square then went to do my charity bookshop shift. I then joined some friends for the first event proper of our Book Festival, a poetry reading. Far fewer people than last year, but I think it worked better. We then went out for dinner which was fun. Three of us will be meeting again tomorrow lunch time for the launch event, and the rest of the weekend is shaping up to be quite full on.
Sorchio here, apart from at the poetry reading venue where the air con was on at full blast and I was decidedly chilly.
Today’s trip was to Aberystwyth, was lovely but far too hot, even on the prom with a sea breeze - I felt quite ill as I overheated and was relieved to get back to an air conditioned car!
The garage door was painted today so now looks very smart. The paint dried very quickly. That just leaves an area round the front ground floor window which needs attention, but access is tricky because of shrubs. That can wait until autumn.
I had to move my car for the painter. It was unbearably hot when I got in to put it back on the drive. Not far enough for the air con to take effect.
Where I did postgrad librarianship, and latterly lived for a couple of years in a flat overlooking the prom. Every summer we'd watch the them rebuild the paddling pool (demolished by the winter storms) and dump a lorry load of sand on the shingle beach. Then pallid crowds, recklessly stripped to summer shorts and tops, turned crimson in the sun and sea breezes. Sometimes a school of porpoises would break the sunset-striped waters of Cardigan Bay. Once the Red Arrow flew straight at our windows - but banked in time.
The student house in Birmingham where my ex-husband lived (long before I knew him) was famed locally for their garden parties, which went on well into the night. The local police suspected (rightly) that cannabis was being imbibed at these parties, and so tended to send an officer or two round during the course of the evening.
Until the time that the students got a phone call from the local police station at about 1am, saying "Please can we have our constable back?"
He was eventually found, with his jacket off, sitting by the bonfire with a spliff in his hand!
Another scorchio day in Arkland the Incandescent - still 82F at 515pm - but there is (They say) likely to be a bit more of a breeze tomorrow.
This will suit Our Place nicely, as the Summer Fair is taking place in the Hall and grounds, with the church also open for those who want a bit of peace and quiet (and coolth). I hope it goes well, as people put a great deal of work into it, and it is (or used to be) a major source of £££. As with most of our social/fundraising efforts these days, attendance has been falling over the past few years, but good weather may tempt people out!
The first time I got drunk, at 16, was drinking Screwdrivers on military base. Their attitude was if you were old enough to enrol in the Reserves, you were old enough to drink.
Its getting hotter here. After a lazy morning I went to the official launch of our Book Festival. Looking out from the balcony of the Town Hall I think a lot of people weren't venturing out as our Market looked much quieter than it usually is.
My husband is out tonight and I don't intend to do much other than water the garden.
Tomorrow I'm down for a bit of volunteering, I want to look at our literature village and then we're going to one of the events.
Sunday night I'm down to go to an open mic poetry reading. Not sure whether I'll be brave enough to inflict a poem or two on the audience, but it'll be interesting to hear other peoples anyway.
A family favourite - fish in way too much cheese ...
What do you mean, "too much CHEESE"???
It's a bit scorchio here today too; it was allegedly 25° at lunchtime, although there was just the merest sniff of a breeze to mitigate it a bit.
I watched a bit of the tennis when I came home from work (they were still occasionally panning to Borg in the crowd ) and decided when Djokovic was 2 sets to 0 down that he probably wasn't going to win, so went over the road to get F&C for supper.
I've just turned it back on, and they're showing a wheelchair game (with a Brit in it!), so I'm assuming that Mr Sinner won.
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This morning I've had a series of messages claiming that I am "dishonest" "creepy" "cruel" "pretending to be moral" "don't know right from wrong" "uncaring" "lack empathy" and "think I can live a cruel life by ticking the Jesus box."
Anyone want to guess what I've done that is so terrible?
This is a recurring thing, so it's water off a ducks back, but it is tiresome.
On a happier note, it's a beautiful day here, and I am about to start harvesting our jostaberries.
Hi NEQ; have you ever thought about blocking said difficult relative? ( in a spirit of Xtian love, of course) Am well aware that you aren’t looking for advice however could not help meself.
Said relative sounds as though more than overdue for a knuckle sandwich….
It was also a common livery for servants because blue was a cheap colour to dye cloth (though navy would obviously be more costly). I suspect the later common use of navy here was a fashion thing, as darker colours were considered more modest at the end of the sixteenth century. My own school uniform was navy in the 1980s.
Said Difficult Relative has alienated other relatives and so we're pretty much the "last men standing." Blocking her would be disproportionate, as she'd end up with no family. And we live far enough away that we rarely see each other in person.
It's just tiresome getting a stream of vitriol and bile directed my way.
The current thing is milk. We get milk delivered to our doorstep from a local farm. She drinks "milk" made from Californian almonds imported into Scotland. She wants me to repent of my cruel milk-drinking ways.
She's a recent convert to almond milk, so is still at peak avoiding-dairy-evangelism. This too will pass.
Here's me: https://flic.kr/p/2rfFz1h
I haven’t done any re-enactment since lockdown. I was invited in 2021 to be a WW1 nursing sister in a convalescence ward in the manor but I was still recovering from my post-covid syndrome at the time (actually postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome, self diagnosed and self-treated as the cardiologist didn’t believe me when I suggested the cause of my tachycardia in April 2020. She could have had an early covid paper on it…).
My word - you look just how My Old Dad would have looked in the 1940s (he was born in 1912), except for the specs!
We had a very nice ramble with the Ramblers today. We visited a village that was once on one side of the Trent, but during a storm the river shifted, leaving the village cut off from anywhere else. The church is very much as it would have been when it was built and was fascinating to look round. The only downside was that is as rather hot. I came home, had a shower and then fell asleep watching the Tour de France.
Tea was a couscous salad with our own lettuce and juice from one of the lemons on our lemon tree.
@North East Quine , my husband had the reverse of the argument your relative is trying to have with you. He does tea and coffee for the local Meeting House and someone claimed that oat milk was full of nasty additives. Turned out he worked for a local dairy, but it quite upset my husband at the time.
Today was St David's again, beautiful weather. We certainly have had a good week! Tomorrow is likely to be Aberystwyth
You might tell her something about the environmental cost of almond milk (the little nut trees need a LOT of irrigation) and suggest she switches to oat milk: or even tap water.
It's going to be hot here. I'm already starting to close the windows that were opened at 5 am.
I just can't get round the words "nut milk" without sniggering. Not helped by advertising campaigns on Fartbook a while back for home nut milk makers using pictures of attractive women and captions that I am quite sure were deliberately tailored for the lavatorial of humour - "no more tedious nut bag squeezing" comes to mind.
This is one of the less innuendo-laden ones: https://flic.kr/p/2ppAPpt
@North East Quine - your patience does you much credit.
ION, scorchio today again in Arkland the Arid, with the same forecast for the next day or so. A nice fresh Breeze would be welcome, but there is none to be had...
Tess Coe has been visited, the post-Pilates/Work-on-Deck aches which I expected today having not materialised (thanks be to Dagon or someone), but the rest of the day will be spent in gently Potter Ing about.
Lunch is Hunter's CHICKEN with Paprika Potatoes, a bit spicy for hot weather, but today is use-by date.
Another sticky morning battling invading green alkanet, bindweed and cleavers from next door(s), plus rooting up withering scads of yellow poppy and Herb Robertto give a bit of lebensraum to things still to flower. Watering pots.
Probably about to fall asleep in front of Scottish Open coming from up the road at North Berwick.
Chinese fish dish for dinner.
At a time when I somehow became responsible for keeping the grounds tidy, I didn't discourage it - Bees seemed to like it, and the little blue flowers were pretty - but subsequent efforts on the part of churchwardens armed with highly destructive weed-killers have seen the end of it...why, they even paved over an area of sandy grass which was home to myriad Ivy Mining Bees. This distressed me, as IMBs are entirely harmless, and a relatively rare (and recent) species in this country.
For a church which professes to be eco-friendly, they don't show much sign of it, but I do appreciate that too much Alkanet might not be welcome at Casa Firenze...
Ah. I knew it was vigorous, but I didn't know about the irritating hairs on the stems...
Our Place's grounds (it's not exactly a churchyard, as there are no graves) also has Spanish bluebells. I'm afraid I let them flourish - I'm not sure what the present regime does, though it probably doesn't yet include napalm.
A small raised bed near the main door to the church did suffer for some time from ground elder. A lovely lady (Auntie P - now the oldest member of our little congregation) and myself spent some time, and a fair amount of our own £££, revamping this bed. We planted some nice herbs (lavender and rosemary), trimmed back some existing roses (two cultivated, one wild), along with some other Stuff, and used quantities of bark mulch to cover the gaps. This seemed to discourage the ground elder...
I might add that we were given some useful advice on planting, and how to let Stuff grow up through lower Stuff, by a professional garden designer (a former neighbour of mine) who was very much influenced by the work of Christopher Lloyd at Great Dixter House in Kent. She was also something of a disciple of Gertrude Jekyll (let the Gardening Reader understand).
Auntie P and I enjoyed our work, and were greatly disappointed when (owing to infirmity) we were no longer able to continue, and had to hand over to the Philistines.
*battered, in sweet'n'sour
If a diversion may be allowed, one of my presbyterian minister friends (in Canada) explained to me that he understood that a burying ground attached to a church is a graveyard; a burying ground remote from a church is a cemetery, but the space around a church with no graves is just a churchyard. I have no idea if that is the generally accepted definition, but a curious little detail, anyway.
It wasn't very interesting, just guff about my biennial hearing test (which was quite good) and the weather (which was quite hot).
It was even hotter today (24° at its peak) but not too bad while I was out in it. I braved Tessie's at lunchtime to stock up on cold meat, salads and such for the avoidance of having to cook at the weekend, when it's due to get really hot. Indoors, with windows open, and watching the tennis, I think.
Tonight's supper was a ready-to-reconstruct Caesar salad with chicken, which I zizzed up with some extra grated Parmesan and a twist or two of pepper, followed by a few biscuits with CHEESE and grapes.
A scone and a cup of tea will follow shortly.
Well, ISWYM.
A family favourite - fish in way too much cheese. We drank a Portuguese Albariño.
A very busy but nice day. I did my lip reading class, ate my sandwiches while admiring our Market Square then went to do my charity bookshop shift. I then joined some friends for the first event proper of our Book Festival, a poetry reading. Far fewer people than last year, but I think it worked better. We then went out for dinner which was fun. Three of us will be meeting again tomorrow lunch time for the launch event, and the rest of the weekend is shaping up to be quite full on.
Sorchio here, apart from at the poetry reading venue where the air con was on at full blast and I was decidedly chilly.
I had to move my car for the painter. It was unbearably hot when I got in to put it back on the drive. Not far enough for the air con to take effect.
Sorry the heat made it unpleasant.
Hope the temperatures cool down for you all soon. 20° here today. Winter. 😉
Abb-air-UST-with (as in three, not as in this) is the correct way, but you'll often hear uhr-IST from English 1st language speakers.
It means "mouth of the (river) Ystwyth"
I've never touched cider since. Little did I know that I'd end up in coider county!
How many more times did you get drunk when you were 15?
But I've only been truly hung over like I was in Aberystwyth three times in my life. 🙂
Until the time that the students got a phone call from the local police station at about 1am, saying "Please can we have our constable back?"
He was eventually found, with his jacket off, sitting by the bonfire with a spliff in his hand!
Another scorchio day in Arkland the Incandescent - still 82F at 515pm - but there is (They say) likely to be a bit more of a breeze tomorrow.
This will suit Our Place nicely, as the Summer Fair is taking place in the Hall and grounds, with the church also open for those who want a bit of peace and quiet (and coolth). I hope it goes well, as people put a great deal of work into it, and it is (or used to be) a major source of £££. As with most of our social/fundraising efforts these days, attendance has been falling over the past few years, but good weather may tempt people out!
My husband is out tonight and I don't intend to do much other than water the garden.
Tomorrow I'm down for a bit of volunteering, I want to look at our literature village and then we're going to one of the events.
Sunday night I'm down to go to an open mic poetry reading. Not sure whether I'll be brave enough to inflict a poem or two on the audience, but it'll be interesting to hear other peoples anyway.
It's a bit scorchio here today too; it was allegedly 25° at lunchtime, although there was just the merest sniff of a breeze to mitigate it a bit.
I watched a bit of the tennis when I came home from work (they were still occasionally panning to Borg in the crowd
I've just turned it back on, and they're showing a wheelchair game (with a Brit in it!), so I'm assuming that Mr Sinner won.