Wednesday, September 18, 2013

There's a painted cross on our front door and people cross the street when passing whilst covering their mouths... It's that time of the year when we are afflicted by various agues and ailments. Mrs C. has had the flu over the past week and is still suffering. No.1 son was sent home from work despite his protestations that he was fit for work and I have also caught the leurgy. The scent of Vick's vapour rub, Olbas oil and lemony drinks pervades the Catto household and tissues are in abundance. Having said that I am plodding on as I have a sore throat and a cough but I am otherwise well. My OH however has had a dreadful week confined to bed and hidden under the duvet. Hopefully she is on the mend and she has her appetite for food back.

Blue Witch's latest blog post (see sidebar) has prompted me to consider ageing after I had a video skype conversation with a friend this morning. We have known each other for over forty years but I hadn't seen him for several years until today's video. I don't believe he has changed much but I was aware that he had aged since I last saw him. There is a photo somewhere of his sister and me as babies in a sunlit garden from 1961  which shows how long we have known each others family. I am, apparently, the baby sitting in an enamel bucket! He will be popping over from Switzerland to see me in November and I will be travelling over to see him and his family next spring. It was good to chat but it made me realise "Where have the years gone?" afterwards. We also talked about a couple of friends whom we have lost all contact with and would like to see again. With regard to ageing... I am lucky in that I will be 53 this year but I look several years younger although my hair now has grey at the temples and when I grow a beard it is streaked with grey. I'm happy with that because ageing is inevitable although the various aches and pains in my bones is not welcome. I also dress very much for comfort these days and I regard a T shirt and jeans as formal wear. For sartorial elegance I look to the Time Team presenters and particularly Mick Aston before his untimely death.

Happily Mrs C. prefers to dress for comfort and accepts me for the scruffy bugger that I am.

I have signed up for two courses with one being a short term course via the internet on England in the time of Richard the Third with FutureLearn . The other is something I have been interested in for a while and I signed up for Wisdom of the Craft which will run over the next year. I do wonder what with my having three cats, a scruffy appearance and my interest in witchcraft whether this may be my future ...


Saturday, September 14, 2013

I have just finished digging an 'ole in my back garden for the new clothes line post. 50 cm (20 inches) deep doesn't sound like a lot but the deeper you get the more difficult it is to get the soil out. Hole lined with bricks and concrete mix poured in and now I wait for it to set. No archaeology discovered although an oyster shell, several stones and a piece of cheap fifties china came out. The dog enjoyed it and clay is scattered everywhere around the garden. With the last two days of heavy rain and the work over the summer the garden looks a mess. I'll tidy it up over the next week including the obligatory visit to the tip. The previous line was attached to the brick wall but the stress of heavy washing and windy conditions pulled the brickwork out. My plan is to replace the bricks with a gargoyle facing the new houses, suitably frightening for any children or passing horses...
Talking of 'orses and other assorted transport the car had the rear springs replaced as one had broken and the damage to my pocket wasn't too bad. The car is nearly ten years old and I have decided to keep it going as  my annual mileage has reduced from the ridiculous to the sublime. Apart from visits down to Essex and trips out I shan't be doing much driving at all. With my step-daughter moving down to London I guess we'll make a few trips down there. I can also have a look around my old stamping ground and look up a few friends who are still there. Here's a few Cockney songs to keep us going...


Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Further to my various trips out and about including Essex for my Mother's birthday my car is showing her age and the excessive demands made upon her over the last four years. Luckily when the loud crunching and strange whirring noise from her rear end manifested itself today I was only thirty miles from home. Thirty miles at a sedate pace with ones heart in ones mouth was yet another squeaky bum time. The car is now booked into the garage for tomorrow. I think the car is telling me it's time to consider a new motor just when I had decided to continue with this one and a years worth of road tax just purchased! I'll see what the mechanic says... TTFN.