Friday 21 August 2009

Friday.

 


This is a photograph of son-in-law Mikey, senior daughter Sarah, granddaughter Lucy, grandson Guy, and of course, Granny Annie. On Tuesday we motored over to spend a couple of days with them, and I have to report that a good time was had by all. On Wednesday the ladies went shopping, and Mikey, Guy and I went antique shopping (business - not personal). Bought a couple of bits - a 19th century brass pipe case (for a clay pipe), and a mid eighteenth century brass trivet with the maker's name (Wasbrough - of Bristol) cast along the handle. Quite pleased with them. In the evening we all had supper with Frank and Jane, Mikey's parents. Jane is a superb cook. She gave us a starter consisting of various tasty bits and pieces on a side plate- mainly seafood; followed by chicken breasts in a taragon sauce, with lovely fresh vegetables - grown by Frank. Pudding was Guy's absolute all time favourite - Jane's raspberry creme brulee. There was one creme brulee left over in the kitchen, and Grandpa Frank teased Guy a little by offering this to Grandpa Mike. I thought about it, sighed a bit, then said that I really couldn't eat another bite, but as they were so good it seemed a shame to waste it, and did Guy think he could manage another one? Guy said he thought he could and proved he was right by doing so. Altogether a lovely meal. Yesterday morning we left Sarah mid morning and set off home, detouring a little to call and see George, a neighbour who is in Papworth Hospital having had a triple bypass (we are also looking after their cat again). George looked better than we'd expected, and seemed very glad to see us. Stayed only a few minutes (partly on nurse's instructions, and partly because the lunch trolley was coming round)- so we left when it got to his bed. Yesterday evening, with friends Eileen and Hilary, we motored over to Mendlesham Forest, where a production of A Winter's Tale was being held. Took folding chairs and had a picnic in front of the stage before the play began. Met a good many friends there. Do this every year - we buy tickets en bloc. I think about twenty of us from our small town attended this year. Not my favourite Shakespeare play, but it was well done, and was a very good evening. Got home about 11.30 p.m.
This morning I've been working on the two long case clocks I bought last Saturday. Both now ticking away but lots to be done yet. Must go and do some of it. More blog later perhaps.
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3 comments:

Crowbard said...

Remind me Mike an you will, is The Winter's Tale the play which ends with a statue of the dear departed starting to move and proves to be the dear departed herself; who had departed a-la-hoof rather than a-la-hearse?

'pooter obviously believes so as she has provided 'aloof' as the v-word, or perhaps she is just not interested in literature!

Unknown said...

Yes. Although it was never made clear why,after 16 years, the Queen returns to life, or why, 16 years ago, the King, who believed his wife dead, never bothered to make any funeral arrangements, etc.,etc. It is also the play in which a character exits, 'pursued by a bear', who is then heard eating him off stage. The bear is, to my mind, the most convincing character in the play.
Good thing I wasn't around four centuries ago. I'd have made a rotten theatre critic.

Crowbard said...

Is there any other sort of critic?
I thought you had to be a qualified politician before you could become a critic!!!!!!!