Saturday, June 15, 2019

Saturday 15th June

I will start with a jug of roses, though life is not always a bed of roses, and the weather remains cold and rainy.



Or perhaps a newly trimmed Lucy, looking slightly slimmer having just been to Aislaby in Kate's slightly messy car for a haircut.




She is getting better, doesn't even look ill and is knocking back the food in her usual guzzling self.
Paul continues to improve slowly, he sleeps a lot, there is a new regime to cope with and we both move forward. Yesterday I got his prescriptions, and the protein drinks presumably designed to give him strength, and yes they are produced in little plastic bottles.

We still live in the mess of B***** and the anointing of the new prime minister - will it never end - as we face canditates of unspeakable horror ;).

And then there is the gathering storm cloud of the American/Iranian conflict, will it erupt? who do you believe? Will the Gulf become a war ground....

                     Map showing the location of the two vessels as of 08:00 GMT

We, like a lot of others, who do not have access to gas in the district, use oil.  Up the road at another village there is Bata, a farming firm, which not only provides the feed for the animals but also provide oil.  Well those Bata tankers have been going past as people fill their oil tanks in the middle of summer, though it could also be because the weather is so flippin cold.
We live on the edge of a precipice, though all around is calm and smooth, blowing up oil tankers is a nasty business, though I have read somewhere that it could easily be a third tribal force that is causing the upset.  It all boils down to religion of course.
But today we have strawberries and cream in the church, Janet hopefully has found enough punnets  (plastic?) of this fruit, and cakes have been made.  But of course such low key activities does not bring enough money to mend the crack in the church above the altar.   Old buildings move with the movement of the ground underneath, having no foundations which does not help.  Medieval buildings were built on solid walls, I remember having to draw the outlines of a wall at Castle Acre priory,  a metre thick,  bending slightly, but as always the stone robbed above for some other building. 

2 comments:

  1. The roses cheer me up Thelma in this troubled world - both at home and abroad. I try not to think about any of it as it is all so beyond our control. The one thing I do try to do is to avoid buying plastic but of course we can't do that with things like Domestos, Kitchen unit spray and the like.
    Here we are managing to see the sun now and again but there are still big black clouds lurking. I am avoiding the town as it is our Food and Drink Festival in the town centre (mostly cheese and beer). The garden is sodden but managing to recover - far too wet to get on to though. Glad to hear Paul is improving - the good Yorkshire air should help. Enjoy your week end. PS Lucy looks smart. Get her out in the fields for a walk - she'll soon find something to roll in.

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  2. I find food and drink festivals not very exciting, there are also a lot of cakes and sweet stalls as well. Actually foul things go through Lucy's mouth, that is why she has probably had a liver infection.
    As for less use of plastic, armed with my knitted cotton string bags ;) I shop at a local small shop which practically has everything but chocolate and toothpaste and a few other things.

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