Archive for December, 2018

Christmas Eve 2018

Monday, December 24th, 2018

Musings on Christmas Eve

There’s a lot of crap around in this ole world right now so I’m going to concentrate on nice things.

Sue and Dad are in Lincoln for Christmas. Staying at the Lincoln Hotel. They will be around shortly. I’ve finished all the shopping and this morning will get cracking on some of the prep by making the parmesan parsnips. Not sure whether we will need some more parmesan but that can be sorted.

The fire is lit and I’m chillin (so to speak) on the sofa next to it. What’s the difference between a sofa and a settee?

The one present I need to wrap is ready, for Hannah to do it. This is Anne’s present obviously. She wraps all the others:)

There are new lights on the tree which is looking splendid and is surrounded by a number of packages that will tomorrow morning turn into a frenzy of flying wrapping paper.

Anne is shortly off out to the Bailgate. She will be off to church later and then we will need to decide whether to pop to the Morning Star for early doors after the service. This, whilst being somewhat of a tradition is not a done deal. There have been times in recent years where the pub has been full of people we don’t know with kids running rampant. Also dad is less mobile these days so access and access to seating will be a consideration.

All is calm. Tom is doing something on his laptop in the conservatory (Tom Davies in the conservatory with the laptop #cluedo). Hannah and Joe have popped out to the shops. John is still in bed.

I have already been out to buy the last few bits of supplies we need for Christmas. Bread, turkey crown, salad. This year we are having turkey for the first time in a long time. Most of us find it bland and it has been replaced by beef as our standard Christmas Day joint. However Anne likes it so this year we are having both turkey and a sirloin of beef.

Tonight Tom is cooking us a cheese fondue ably assisted by Sue on grater. That will do for now. I may post an update later. In the meantime have a great Christmas wherever you are and I hope that Santa suitably rewards you for your goodness during the year 🙂

Sunday 16th December 2018

Sunday, December 16th, 2018

My plan for today

Already broken the fast with a toasted bacon and mushroom sandwich and now sat in front of the newly lit fire which is crackling as the kindling is made up mostly of pine. No match required as it self lit from last night’s embers. I will shortly get dressed and start prep for lunch. A simple roast chicken with stuffing, roast potatoes, parsnips, carrots, broccoli (yuk) and peas. The gravy will be top notch (ahem) and there will be pigs in blankets because we have the materials. Classic FM on the Sonos. Anne is off to church heavily decked out in purple. Must be a warm colour. I have to go and pick up a train ticket for John and a couple of items from the Post Office collection depot at Firth Road. Later I am headed to the Strugglers. Hey Dude are on at 5pm. A relaxed ease into the evening, home and likely an early night.

Thoughts on poetry

Saturday, December 15th, 2018

Just come back from Anne’s concert band Christmas Concert where the guests were expected to form a choir. I was ok with this even if it came as a bit of a surprise. We sang some ABBA medleys. I noted two things.

Firstly ABBA’s lead singers were girls who could sing higher notes than I can. Secondly as I stood there staring at the lyrics I realised how sad some of the songs were. ABBA produced some fantastic songs written in the main by the two guys in the band and I pictured in my mind the girls seeing new songs that would become huge hits for the first time and wondering what they thought of them.

This made me think of the whole subject of poetry. That’s what these songs are. Poems written to a tune (or the other way around). A couple of weeks ago Anne and I went to a “Classics with Coffee” morning at the Blue Room in the Lawns. We had a pleasant morning listening to a pianist and, separately, a poet. It struck me at the time that listening to others read out their own poetry doesn’t do it for me. I have to be able to sit there staring at the words on the page, just like I did this morning with the ABBA songs. Now this isn’t to say that I wouldn’t sit there listening to a poet I liked read out their own material but it would definitely be enhanced if I had the words there in front of me.

That is all.

Christmas is fast arriving

Wednesday, December 5th, 2018

Christmas is arriving fast in our house. Tomorrow we decamp to London for trefbash, the ninth of its kind. The champagne has been ordered, the menu sorted and the band knows when to arrive. This year we also have a photographer lined up as it’s the only way I remember what happened and who came. Such is trefbash.

On Friday we catch the 10.30am train from London back to Lincoln where a taxi will whisk us through the thronging masses of Lincoln Christmas Market goers to drop our bags off at home and thence to the nearest point to the Wig and Mire whereupon we will be having lunch with Anne’s old university pal Gill Dowling (rod). Wine will be involved.

Saturday is our annual Christmas Market party. We have folk around, drink stuff and sing Christmas Carols. A tradition since the early 1990s. I can’t remember exactly when we had the first.

A busy long weekend ahead. But first I have 42 parcels to post!

birdbath in winter

Tuesday, December 4th, 2018

just a birdbath in winter

Tuesday, December 4th, 2018

It’s one of those hmm it’s early but I’m awake mornings and I might as well get up. The world is going crazy out there but I am focussed on my own little world and that of my friends and family. It’s a survival thing. In my capacity as an ant one day I will be stamped upon so I may as well focus on enjoying it while I am here.

Before the working day starts I am off for a morning swim and thence at some point out to get the shop in for the forthcoming weekend. I’ll be too busy to do it as we approach the weekend with the Lonap AGM and trefbash on Thursday and a boozy lunch with Anne’s friend Gill Dowling (rod) on Friday. Then on Saturday it’s the annual Christmas carol singson/party at ours which is what I need to get supplies in for. There’s also my birthday lunch on Sunday for which I am cooking so it’s a busy time ahead.

Meanwhile outside the dome Rome burns and the flames had spread across the whole planet. I’d call the fire brigade but don’t have their number. I suspect they disappeared in the cuts.

Banjo with no strings

Monday, December 3rd, 2018

You heard it first on philosopherontap

Banjo with no strings
Banjo ไม่มีสตริง
Banjo sans ficelle
жок саптар менен Банджо
ڪوبہ ڪونھ سان بينجو
Banjo ohne Fäden
Banjo ki pa gen strings
Banjo be strings
Banjo ບໍ່ມີສາຍ
Banjo kateak ez
কোন স্ট্রিং সঙ্গে Banjo
Banjo tsis muaj cov hlua
بینجو کوئی تار کے ساتھ نہیں
Banjo ouni Strings
Μπάντζο χωρίς χορδές
බෑන්ජෝ නොකියයි
Banjo sin cuerdas
Banjo nihil chordis
Банджа без якіх-небудзь радкоў
Banjo gan aon teaghráin
Banjo zonder verplichtingen
Банџо без жици
ʻO kaʻaha me nā kaula
Banjo ilman merkkijonoja
Banjo bi strûreyan
Banjo sen kordoj
Banjo bez strun
Banjo ямар ч мөргүй

twilight time

Monday, December 3rd, 2018

Not much light left in the day.
Systems entering night mode.
Hibernation acceptable strategy.
Conservation of energy.

useful things to know #103,658,373,856,352,418

Sunday, December 2nd, 2018

the wifi passcode – only any use if you know which access point it is for 🙂

The December Party Prospectus

Sunday, December 2nd, 2018

Sunday 2nd December Dogwood @ Strugglers
Thursday 6th December trefbash @ Phoenix Artist Club, London
Friday 7th December lunch with Gill Dowling (rod) @ Wig & Mitre
Sat 8th December Davies Family Christmas Market Party @ our house
Sunday 9th December Tref’s birthday lunch @ our house
Tuesday 11th December Wright Vigar Christmas drinks bash @ Cathedral Chapter House
Wednesday 12th December Stay @ Birmingham Airport (8am flight next day)
Thursday 13th December INEX meeting & Xmas bash, Dublin
Friday 14th December pub early doors with book posse
Saturday 15th December Brittains Christmas Party (always great nosh)
Sunday 16th December Hey Dude @ Strugglers
Wednesday 19th December Carols @ Morning Star
Thursday 20th December Capacity Yorkshire, York
Friday 21st December Lincoln Independent Traders Christmas bash @ Struggs & Chinese @ Newport Arch with drop in to the Sadler’s party en route
Sat 22nd December Davies Family Christmas get together Cardiff
Sunday 23rd December Dawkins drinks party (tbc)
Monday 24th December Christmas Eve etc Sue and Dad arrive
Tuesday 25th December Christmas Day etc
Wednesday 26th December Boxing Day etc
Thursday 27th Sue and Dad leave, Jaime and Natalia from Madrid come for a visit
Friday 28th fly to Hong Kong (and that’s another story)

Life is short. Do stuff.