Spring appears to have gained confidence here in Pebbleditch. The ringed collar dove which has woken me up at 5am every morning has either been shot, or got his oats, consequently I slept until 8.30 this morning; a good start to the day.
The prospect of a bank holiday weekend after a very busy week was very welcome. During this fortnight I have started a new job, training to be a QTA (Quite Terrible Actress, Quarrelsome Trainee Acrobat, Quality Teaching Assistant ). Work, like buses coming in threes and I have also done my editorial duty on the Pebbleditch Periodical. In addition to this, on Monday evening I found myself making a speech in front of the Annual Assembly of the Pebbleditch Parish Council explaining why the young people of the village deserve to be understood; in other words please give us help and cash. Continue reading Spring Fever
For Mavis’s 5th birthday we bought a trampoline, a great big circular thing which dominated the garden. Being conscientious parents we also invested in side walls to prevent her from bouncing off and injuring herself, and a protective cover. The walls are made of aluminium pipes which extend from the ground to about 6 feet above the surface of the trampoline and are attached to its legs. The pipes support a length of nylon net which encircles the bouncy bit.
This summer we decided that the grass had suffered enough and decided to move the trampoline on to the deck. We achieved this by removing the walls of the trampoline and lifting/rolling the base. It was a struggle and it took ages to undo and do up all the wing nuts holding the wall onto the trampoline. Continue reading Trampolines, Gales and Excreta
Holidays on a canal can be relaxing in middle age, and entertaining when young. I have only experienced the latter and there are too many stories to recount of meals falling into laps, people falling into canals, me landing in the snow and one outstanding time when something else fell rather inconveniently into the water.
We were on an Easter break and, yes it snowed, but that’s another story. Our friends, Tarn and Fit, had been away for a week on a narrow boat and we joined them for the bank holiday weekend. The weekend was a hoot from start to finish but on one particular evening we decided to try the local hostelry because we had heard that a crowd from another boat were going there that evening and would play music in the bar. Continue reading Another Holiday Story
These recipes are really good if you are on a slimming world diet. They are free on a green day (if you use the chicken as a healthy extra). You can leave out the chicken if you prefer but it does add depth to the flavour. If you don’t cook the split peas enough watch out for extreme flatulence!
Potato and Pea and chicken Curry.
1 lb potatoes (Maris Piper are good) Continue reading A Curry Feast which won’t put on pounds
What would we do without the ubiquitous supermarket?
We are repeatedly reminded by farmers that supermarkets are the enemy of British farming, forcing down prices and dictating trading terms. Perhaps this is true. As I have said in my article ‘There’s No Way Out’, we have the society we deserve.
Some farmers have used their imagination and gone organic, produced their own sausages or even opened to the public. Others seem to think that the government should bail them out, create some kind of nationalised industry.
For my part I am jolly glad we have supermarkets, most of our lives have been improved by them, sorry farmers, my morals buckle a bit when confronted by the alternative. Supermarkets allow me to buy my groceries, clothes, toiletries, medication, housewares and much more in one stop. I can wheel them to my car and drive from door to door. As a conscientious consumer I can’t easily make my ‘opinion’ known about the fact that I would prefer to buy local produce, British goods etc because my local supermarket doesn’t offer these goods. If it did, I would buy them. If supermarkets charged more for these products, I would pay it. Simple. But I’ll be blowed if I’m going to traipse all over town to find them, too time consuming, too frustrating. Food shopping is a necessity not a pleasure, not for me anyway. Continue reading On Supermarkets