Sunday, 3 August 2025

Day of rest

This week seems to have been quite a bit busier than expected, so I am pleased to say that Sunday was much more sedate.

This morning we hitched the trailer to the car and headed down in to town* and parked outside Mummy Sheila's residence. Sheila is redecorating her lounge and we agreed to help her lift her carpet and take it to the local tip later on in the week.

We were finished and back home shortly after ten. The trailer was unhitched and wheeled in to the carport and the rest of the morning was spent pottering.

In the afternoon 30% had planned a trip to Rowberry's Nursery. Apparently Sheila is looking for an Hibiscus and was hoping that she would find the perfect one at the Nursery. Unfortunately she didn't, but we did find some beautiful Salvias and a fabulous red leaved banana plant.** Sheila insisted that the banana plant should be a present, for our assistance with the carpet. It now takes pride of place in the greenhouse.

We were home by mid afternoon and my blood sugar had plummeted. I responded to this medical emergency by stuffing an almond croissant and several peanut M&Ms down my throat, before taking a long nap on the sofa.

The early evening saw us take the dogs for a walk around the recently harvested fields uphill from the cottage. It was a lovely walk in the evening sun and the dogs had a great time exploring the hedgerows and stubble.

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* This is an unfunny witticism we deliver regularly, now we have moved away from the village. Any visit to the village centre is referred to as "going in to town".

** We also found lovely little Mimosa plant that is now sat on a shelf in the greenhouse. Back in 2018 30% and I found a huge Mimosa bush when we were holidaying in Costa Rica. I brought some seeds home, and actually managed to get them to germinate, but the little plants didn't survive very long.

Saturday, 2 August 2025

I am not a good shot

It is the first Saturday of the month, so I was booked in for the monthly 80 sporting bird shoot at the Cotswold Shooting Ground.

I arrived just before nine o'clock, found Bubbles, and we wandered in to the reception to pay for our morning's clay shooting. We were somewhat befuddled when we were asked if we wanted to enter the Fab 5 competition. Our first point of confusion was that there were only two of us, and, secondly, I am not a good shot, so would be detrimental to any team's performance.

The shoot organisers decided that we simply must be part of a team and were linked up with three other chaps. At this point I should add that two of the team were Instructors at the Shooting Ground and one was the son of one of the aforementioned Instructors.

By this time I was feeling well out of my depth, and starting to make my excuses.*

And so the competition started. I did quite well on my first couple of stands, especially compared to my very experienced team mates, and this streak of luck seemed to stay with me as we continued around the eight stands.

The last stand was a bit of a disaster for a couple of us, but, overall, I felt that I had had a reasonable day.

The scores were totalled up and I had scored 62/80 (77.5%). That was an absolutely unbelievable score and a personal best. I was only two shots behind Bubbles, who is a far superior shot to me, and mine was not the lowest score in our team.

When the completion results came in we found that our team had come third overall ... I felt as proud as a dog with two dicks!

In the afternoon I finally got around to some much needed work in the garden. The new potting shed lighting was connected up and illuminates the bench brilliantly. I then headed out to the greenhouse and tied up the tomato plants, taking the tops out of those with six or seven trusses. Next I wandered over to the raised beds and watered the beetroot and carrots.

The leeks, I had planted out in the first half of July, seem to be doing reasonably well, although the fresh growth on a couple of them looks a little pale.  I gave them a good watering with a phostrogen additive and hope that this will make up for any deficiencies in the soil.

The final job in the garden was to attend to the raspberry canes. I picked the fresh fruit and was delighted by the quantity and quality of the berries. A bowl of them was put in the fridge for later. I then grabbed a ball of string and tied in the fresh growth of the Summer fruiting raspberry canes. These will bear fruit next year and needed to be tied in to the supporting wires.

Midway through the afternoon 30% gave me a shout, and asked if we had any more honey labelled. A gentleman had called at the gate, and asked if he could buy five jars. I happily labeled up another jar, and wandered up to thank the chap for his purchase.

Over the next few minutes we learnt that he had grown up in the cottage, before leaving sometime in the early 70's.  We invited him, his wife and daughter in for a look around, and spent an hour getting to know a little more about the fairly recent history of our home.

I must take some time to jot down what he told us, in the next few days. But I will add these two nuggets now ... 

He was delighted to see Rose Cottage still standing, although now in the orchard. He advised that this had originally been a little corrugated iron garage sited at the front of the property where the 2014 timber garage now stands. It had also been referred to as Rose Cottage, even then. Clearly it had been relocated to the orchard at some point in the more recent past.  

He also filled in a few gaps about Tessa's gravestone.  It was actually the discovery of this gravestone that led to the Gentleman's visit today.  A few months a retired Judge from the village called on us to buy some honey. He advised that his cousin had lived here from the 1950's. At that point we asked if they had owned a dog called Tessa, and he confirmed that he thought they did. The Judge took a photograph of the gravestone and advised that he would send the picture on to his cousin.  The letter was sent and the cousin decided to come down from York for a trip down memory lane.

Now, on to the dog. Tessa was a mongrel acquired by the Gentleman's mother. She was a single mother who brought up three children in this little cottage with no running water and an earth closet toilet. It had been suggested that she have a dog, as she was living a good way out of the village on her own, and a dog might deter the attentions of vagrants and ne'er do wells.

Tessa came to live with the family and, when she died, she was buried with love up in the orchard. The rather posh gravestone was hewn by the gentleman's grandfather. Apparently he was a stonemason from Stratford-on-Avon and this was probably one of his last pieces of work before he died in the early 70's.

I finished my day with another dog related activity. 30% had decided that we should take the dogs up to a local exercise field to let them have a run. I must admit to thinking "why the hell are we paying to take the dogs to an exercise field when we live on three quarters of an acre, and have miles of empty lanes for them to run along?" Anyway, some times I just keep my mouth shut and go with the flow, so we spent an hour in a fenced paddock hurling tennis balls around for Wilson and Hobson to retrieve. Whiffler just ambled around sniffing at stuff and The Rat chased a few balls, but got pushed out of the way by the two youngsters.

So that was my day! Definitely not was I was expecting to happen!

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* I went with the blunt, but honest, "I'm a shit shot".

Friday, 1 August 2025

T-shirt slogans

This morning 30% and I needed to be in Alcester quite early.

First stop was at Screwfix for a few electrical components, and we then nipped down the road to the Alcester Heath Centre for my annual diabetic eye health screening test.  With the eye test completed, I donned a pair of natty shades*, and 30% chauffeured me in to the town centre. There we headed in to the Optician to collect our new glasses, followed by a quick whizz around Waitrose, before heading home.

30% suggested that we should go out for lunch, as TP would be heading off later this afternoon. We settled on The Why Not, up on The Ridgeway.  A rather good, light lunch was enjoyed by all of us. It has been several years since we last ate there, and we left wondering why we had left it so long

TP headed off for a weekend in Somerset shortly after lunch, and I settle down for a snooze, followed by several hours of very little. Guilt set in late in the afternoon, and I made a start on wiring in the new lighting for the potting shed. I didn't actually finish the job, but, as they say, "broke the back of the work".

Now. the title for today's Journal entry comes from a lunchtime discussion.

I feel that I have a knack for coming up with some superb, but unprintable, T-shirt slogans and today I delivered another. 

As we chatted over lunch, TP had mentioned that one of his friends might have got his girlfriend of six months pregnant. This major announcement was made to TP in a very "by the way" fashion.

There is a very narrow range of responses to that situation,** so I went with "car crashes are great to watch, but not so good to be in." 

It's a bit long for a T-shirt ... maybe it needs a bit of work. The discussion continued and we recalled a day when we were in Las Vegas. TP was only ten years old, and we were wandering around a touristy shop that sold T-shirts. TP spotted a shirt and declared it simply perfect for me.  It bore the legend, "Do I look like a fucking people person" ... Even at that tender age, he knew his father too well.

I'll end this missive with my personal favourite for a t-shirt.  This little beauty came about after many long years working in the IT outsourcing industry. It is, wait for it ...

I used to be a fanny magnet, but now I just seem to attract cunts!

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* The eye test involves dilation of one's pupils. This makes bright lights very uncomfortable for a few hours, and driving is not permitted. 

** This, most definitely falls in to the category of SEP - Someone Else's Problem. Over the years I have found that people get dreadfully worried about SEP's. Personally, I find this a complete waste of time. Other people's problems are theirs to resolve. Worrying about another's problem, especially where one's input is both unwelcome, and probably intrusive, seems to be completely pointless?