Monday 24 August 2009

Solo Journeys - The Plus Side of Being Single

Last saturday I went to Worthing on the train.
While waiting on the platform I chatted to a group of women. They were off to Kew Gardens where I had been the previous Sunday.
On the train I had a lovely chat with a little family, Mum and two children. I discovered that in September the young girl was being sent to boarding school in the Pyrenness. I had experienced life in a Convent boarding school so I told her a few amusing tales.
On Worthing Pier I spent a pleasant time talking some of a people of a similar age to myself who earned their living by being full time carers for two disabled adults.
I had lunch with friends, then I went to the theatre for a matinee performance on my own. Then I caught the train back home.
Apart from the lunch with friends all my conversations were with complete strangers. Maybe it's because I am 'old' & not seen as a threat. Maybe it's because I spent my working life dealing with people and this confidence has carried on into retirement? If I'd been with another person I would not have had these little chats.

Sunday 23 August 2009

Hell is?

Celebrated French 'thinker' Jean-Paul Sartre suggested that "Hell is other people".
According to the Office for National Statistics the proportion of people living alone more than doubled between 1971 and 2008. I am one of these statistics and I have no desire to alter my solo existence.
Other people?
One friend is miserable because she hardly sees her traffic cop husband. She works full time, normal office hours. He works shifts so they go for long periods leading parrallel lives. He loves his job but she is lonely and would like to see more of him. But would she be any happier if his job was different?
Another friend is miserable for different reasons. Her marriage has endured for 46 years. They are both now retired which has made things worse. They go for days living in the same house without actually speaking to each other. She tells me that he sulks for long periods and won't discuss his feelings. This sad state of affairs will probably continue until one of them dies. What a waste?
A thoughtless adult grandchild, having flown the nest, doesn't bother to thank relatives for their birthday gifts. Exasperated parents wring their hands. The culprit eventually offers a half hearted apology. A reason is given, 'I am so rubbish at this sort of thing'. This is like saying 'I am fair skinned 'or 'I am short' so nothing can be done. A mature mind would know better. The relatives would like to stop giving, but would it cause a family rift?

Friday 21 August 2009

History Lesson - Little Known Facts

They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot & then once a day it was taken & sold to the tannery.......if you had to do this to survive you were "Piss Poor". But worse than that were the really poor folk who couldn't even afford to buy a pot......they "didn't have a pot to piss in" & were the lowest of the low.

The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the 1500s: Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and they still smelled pretty good by June. However, since they were starting to smell. . . brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odour. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married. Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water!" Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath... It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying "It's raining cats and dogs." There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence. The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, "Dirt poor." The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway. Hence: a thresh hold. In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme: Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old. Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, "bring home the bacon." They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat. Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous. Bread was used as a plate or trencher. The rich would eat off the bottom part of the loaf, and then pass it on to the poor well soaked with gravy & leavings. Hence ‘Upper Crust’, if you were poor you never got that part of the loaf. Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky... The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake. England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a dead ringer... Now, whoever said History was boring! ! !

Thursday 20 August 2009

I'm Not a Fluffy Female

Being strapped for cash is a powerful motivator. Over the years I have done lots of DIY. Just give me an electric drill, a saw, a hammer, an adjustable spanner and a pair of pliers and I'm as happy as larry
I started in the early 60's when the window sash cords broke & we couldn't afford to get them fixed. I borrowed a book from the library and read up on it. After that there was no stopping me. Having an engineers brain helps as I can easily take things apart and put them back together.
As a child I frequently 'played' in my Dad's shed; but only while he was at work. I was known as 'fiddle fingers' and always denied that I'd played with his tools. One day I even poked a hairpin in a live socket to see what would happen, I soon found out.
On the odd occasion when we've employed a workman to carry out tasks I've been known to get annoyed. Even though they knew I was knowledgable they'd try to 'pull the wool'. Sometimes I've even 'redone' their work.
While seeking advice, if my husband was present they would always talk to him and ignore me. 'No use talking to me mate! She's the expert, not me.'
My tool kit has expanded over the years and they've usually come from car boot sales.
I can cobble things together with wood but I'd never make a carpenter. I have done a bit of plastering but don't like it as it is messy. I feel the same about decorating, I hate the smell and I loath cleaning the paintbrushes. I avoid doing car stuff because I hate getting my hands oily.
The only thing I haven't done is construct a brick wall. But watch this space.

Plumbers Mate?

My outside tap was leaking badly, ho hum, what to do? Call in a plumber and pay through the nose or have a go myself?
It was impossible to replace the washer as the joints had welded together. I thought it best to replace everything.
I bought an 'off the shelf' kit which contained an outside tap, a self cutting tap just like the ones that the washing machine hose is connected to, and is designed to clamp to the existing cold supply in the kitchen. Plus a flexible hose for connecting the two taps together.
All I had to do then was remove the old installation. Before getting to work I turned off the mains water at the stop cock. Then I cut through the copper pipes with the hacksaw. To get everything apart I had to repeat the procedure outside.
I closed off the end with a push fit blanking cap and then fitted the self cutting inside tap. With the aid of a wire coat hanger to guide it I pushed the flexible hose through the wall . All I have to do now is secure the new outside tap to the brickwork.
The mains is back on and so far everything appears to be watertight. Yippee.
Plumbers mate? I don't think so because I've done him out of a job.

Wednesday 19 August 2009

Overwhelmed?

I have a multitude of tasks beckoning. So much to do, only one pair of hands and there are never enough hours in the day.
Life coaches recommend goal setting. My tasks are specific, but there have too many as my enthusiasm runs away with me.
The tasks are measurable and they are attainable. They are also relevant and I am not time bound.
Maybe after a good night's sleep things will take on a different perspective.
It has been a long day, it is now 8:30pm and for some the night is still young.
But I have been awake since 5:00am and was at the Hayling Island car boot sale by 6:00am.

Tuesday 18 August 2009

Thoughts on Gardening

Just recently I've been sorting out my 'plant pot' garden. All the plants required repotting and I've got through an awful lot of potting compost. It comes in 75 litre bags. Even though I've been mixing it with the spent compost I've used the contents of eight bags.
Thinking I was getting a good deal I'd been buying it in B&Q but only on 10% discount Wedensdays. Their multibuy offer is 3 for £10 (£9). Then I discovered that there was a good deal in Wickes on any day of the week as their offer is 4 bags for £12. Even the staff were happy to help me manhandle my purchases into the car, that didn't happen in B&Q.
10 litre Black builders buckets at around £1 a pop are much cheaper than buying planters. All one has to do is remove the handles and make a hole in the base.
My own homemade compost needs mixing with commercial stuff as it is too wet. It is also chock full of seeds as young Melon plants have been popping up in unexpected places.
Big fat slugs, when covered in dry compost, feel quite nice as they have the texture of a jellybaby.
Plant saucers are vital as they stop the pots from drying out. Big ones are difficult to get hold of locally but they are available on Ebay.
I've used an old galvanised mop bucket as a planter. I cut away the mop wringer and drilled holes in the base.
I plan to grow strawberries. Using three or four different sized planters to make a cascaded planter is a good idea. Some soil goes in the bottom of the biggest one, then the next size goes in and the gap is filled with soil. The same procedure is followed with the others.
Watching Gardeners World has given me inspiration and I hope to find some interesting containers at car boot sales.
In the meantime the house is gathering dust but all the while the sun shines I am compelled to be outdoors.

Monday 17 August 2009

Kew

Thanks to the £10 offer from SouthWest Trains I visited Kew yesterday.
It turned into a bit of an adventure. Even though I left home at 7:30am, through my own stupidity I missed the 8:53 train. Because they carry out repair work on Sundays, the final stage was a 45 minute bus journey.
I eventually arrived at Kew Bridge station at 12:45. Was I mad? Probably.
Kew in general is very pleasant. Everyone knows about the famous gardens but few are aware of the Steam Museum.
My intention was to visit Kew Palace, private residence of George III, Queen Charlotte and their large family. She gave birth to 15 children but not all lived. It is rumoured that Charlotte had negro ancestry.
What I didn't know and I was annoyed about was that in order to visit the palace one has to pay the entrance fee to Kew gardens.
Although the palace was quite charming it's small; I was round it quite quickly. Interesting points included a waxwork head of George made by Madame Tussaud herself. George's waistcoat and the chair in which Queen Charlotte spent her final days.
Although the afternoon was very hot I did a very quick tour of the gardens, after all I had paid to get in. Afterwards I visited St Anne's, the church on Kew green. On Sunday afternoons they serve afternoon tea. This little interlude was absolute bliss.
My return journey started at 4:05pm. Three hours later, at 7:05pm I got into the car and drove home.

Monday 3 August 2009

Interesting But Boring Chores

I usually have the Clio washed by those guys that lurk in supermarket car parks. They do a reasonable job but it really needed a good clean. It’s only £5 and very convenient but it’s the same as going through the car wash. Every so often it has to be done properly. A while a go I bought a waterless car cleaning product called "Showroom Shine"on one of the shopping channels. It really does what it says on the tin. It wiped away all the grime without a scratch. Most car polishes leave a residue but not this stuff, when I'd finished there wasn't a streak to be seen. I spent about 90minutes on the task. I poked into all those annoying little nooks and crannies that one usually ignores. Bearing in mind it’s 9 years old it looks very nice and I almost enjoyed myself. After that I decided to clean my ancient Ransomes ‘side-wheel’ push mower. Although it cuts OK it was packed full of greasy grassy goo. I guess it had never been cleaned so I decided to take it to bits. Out came the spanners, socket set, pliers & screwdrivers. Even though I’d given them a good soaking with penetrating oil the nuts wouldn’t budge. Then I remembered reading that that they might loosen up if heated with a blowlamp. Success!! It worked on nearly all of them. I’ve smothered the mower in oil and newspaper then left it ‘soaking’ in a bin liner.

Sunday 2 August 2009

Japanese Arrow Bamboo

Just bought this from Lidl. 'Pseudosasa japonica'. Apparently this Bamboo was once used to make arrow shafts It is quite different from the other Bamboo on my garden, the Phyllostachys genus 'Aura' & 'Nigra'. This one produces a profusion of slender culms that grow tightly together, forming a dense hedge, with large, dark green foliage and a somewhat tropical appearance. The label says it is a tough and versatile bamboo which thrives in shade but also grows well in a sunny location and is wind tolerant. It can be pruned to almost any height and sheared into a rigid, square hedge. The culm retains a tan colored outer covering called a "culm sheath" which creates a checkered contrast with the green culm. To stop it spreading I will need to restrict the roots with a solid barrier.