Thursday, 29 September 2011
Been a quiet but fairly productive day in the workshop. Sandwich lunch, followed by a quick zizz (nap Lori). Then in car to pick up a linen jacket I've had to have cleaned (picked some blackberries and as a result one or two ripe ones fell on me, from higher in the bramble bush, and stained my old linen jacket - still, Fiona, our cleaner, has made a perfect job of it). Then on to garden centre to buy a bunch of bronze chrysanths (they smell of autumn, those things) for Terry this evening. Just before seven drove over to friend Terry's home, where I'd been invited to supper. Drank apple juice (as I'd be driving home). Supper was a very pleasant quiche- sort of egg flan, with various salady thing as accompaniment. This was followed by pears stewed in red wine and spiced with a little vanilla and cinnamon . After this very pleasant light supper I was given a copy of the Times, banished to the sitting room, and asked to try and break into the crossword, while Terry made coffee (I must say that Terry made a better job of the coffee than I did of the crossword). Quiet half hour or so of very civilised conversation- well, all bar the part when Terry told me about an ancestor of her's who was burned at the stake in Crackow in the sixteenth century!
I must say that whenever Ann's away doing her Grannyish duties there's always a friend or so in our area who makes sure that I don't become completely uncivilised due to lack of proper hot meals and feminine company. And God bless them, say I; I'm very grateful.
And talking of blessings and being grateful for them, Ann 'phoned just before I set out to tell me that, whilst the medicos were doing the exploratory op on young Georgie, they spotted the problem and put it to rights. Sorry I can't be more specific, but you must remember that I am the sort of clean minded Englishman who really doesn't WANT to know the details of other peoples' (or me own, provided they continue to work) private insides, even those of my grandchildren. But I'm very glad and thankful that all's well now.
On which cheerful note I wish you all a very good and restful night's sleep.
P.s. Should have said (but you've probably worked it out) that snapshot is, once again, of a corner of our garden.
P.p.s. Mem : must write Terry a 'bread and butter' letter ack emma.
P.p.p.s. Perhaps, as Terry reads this blog (and what better proof of friendship could she give that regularly reading this tosh?), this blog could count as a 'bread and butter letter', so I needn't write (????)
P.p.p.p.s. (think I'm losing count). Rubbish, taradiddle, Of course I must. Where's me pen?
Wednesday, 28 September 2011
Up early this morning as Ann was 'Deaconing' at early service. Pottered in workshop doing 'clean jobs' until 2.30p.m., when we drove over to Manningtree Railway Station where I put Ann onto the train for Liverpool Street. Granddaughter Georgie has to go into hospital early tomorrow for an exploratory op (nothing life threatening involved) which involves a general anaesthetic, and as her mother, Liz, is very busy, she'd requested Granny (Ann) to accompany her. As Georgie is now twenty, it's rather nice that she needs her granny occasionally.
Just had a 'phone call from friend Terry asking me to eat with her tomorrow, which was very sweet of her.
Took the top photo from the car - trees just beginning to show autumn colouration. Took the bottom photo yesterday in Monks Eleigh opposite the Swan.
Pushing ten p.m. now, so - Goodnight everyone.
Above Ann with her main dish of lasagna and (below) my main course of scallops. Again equally good.
Monday, 26 September 2011
The garden is still giving us a surprising amount of colour, as evidenced in the below pictures. The bottom is of one of our two hibiscus shrubs. Ann was given them as pot plants a year or two ago, and when they'd done flowering she planted them out. Rather to our surprise they've proved quite hardy, and are giving us a mass of late flowers. The white rose above them gives a lovely scent, especially when the sun is on it.
Friday, 23 September 2011
Don't quite know how that snap got in here. I took it to get a shot of the City wall (about half of which is still standing) as we were leaving Canterbury late on Thursday morning. I think I'll have to do one more post and photo to complete my account (which I've had to precis a good deal anyway). More in a minute.
Thursday, 22 September 2011
On Wednesday morning we motored over to Dover Castle. The above picture shows, on the left the Church at Dover Castle. It dates from the year 1000. To the right of the picture is a roman pharos or lighthouse, which dates from the first century A.D. It was later adapted to act as the bell tower for the Church. It is unique in Britain.
After we'd explored the roman lighthouse and the church, we wandered round the castle. Although there has been a castle on the site since roman days much of it has been built over and altered many times. The building in the centre of this picture was built in the 13th/14th century, but was altered to its present form as a barracks in around 1740.