Sorry, missed a week. Because it was a very busy week. With many good things.
And here’s another busy week. Also with many good things.
(Best of intentions – Friday came and went; so did Saturday and Sunday, with thoughts of 6 on Saturday/Sunday – still no posting. Can’t think of anything to alliterate with Tuesday, so here with an apology is a belated 5 on Friday, complete with no photos. But at least there is a bonus 6th).
- A week’s visit from our close friend from Denmark meant cramming in as many get-togethers as we could manage. A day out in Frome, where we browsed charity shops for second-hand baby clothes (four lovely garments bought, for just £5 – and they all look as though they’ve never been worn). For lunch we stumbled across somewhere we didn’t know about – a former church that has been beautifully restored and converted to a cafe/bakery, a meeting space, and a gallery. And the food was good too. Definitely somewhere to go back to!
- A classical concert in Bristol, preceded by a meal out. This was our Christmas present to my step-father. We picked it out as something we thought we’d all enjoy, and we did.
- Reading – I am so enjoying being able to read again. Right now I’m reading a fascinating book called Hope’s Edge. It’s by Frances Moore Lappé who (if you’re my age) you may recognise as the author of Diet for a Small Planet. The book is her (2008) revisit and update of the same issues she highlighted back in the 1970s, around hunger and the causes of hunger, and what all of us can do to change things (for the better….). It’s an interesting and thought-provoking read, and has encouraged me to reduce the amount of meat I eat. Something I was wanting to do anyway. I came across the book by chance in the local Oxfam bookshop.
- We were privileged to see both sons’ work – one is Production Manager on a touring dance production; the other did much of the design work for a high-profile TV show. It was fun to be able to be proud parents (again!), and to share that with close friends and family. And we are both in awe of their talent.
- I had a morning working on the allotment, and managed to cover a whole bed with beautiful compost, and emptied one of my plastic compost bins by mulching all the raspberries and fruit bushes. The fruit will definitely benefit from being fed, and I took great pleasure in using the contents of the compost bin – a year’s worth of veg trimmings, coffee grounds and tea dregs, and the hens’ bedding (shredded paper from our home filing) and poo from cleaning out their house. Do what you can with what you have. Added to which the pleasure ticking off a few things from my ‘to do’ list of course.
And because I make the rules in this space, I can add a sixth (again…). This week I received my first pension payment – several years earlier than I had been led to expect, due to a rather obscure rule whereby I could take my (work) pension unreduced once the sum of the number of years I’d been in the scheme and my age (in years) reached 85. This reminds me of those riddles where you add and subtract a string of numbers, take away the number you first thought of, and the other person knows what you’re left with. Which in my case is a modest but very welcome occupational pension. And hurrah for that!