30 November 2017

Snow!


Here is the proof that today, Thursday 30th November 2017, there was snow in Aldborough Hatch. Not a lot. Just a flurry. But snow all the same. It settled for a few minutes in a pot in my front garden where I have crocus peeping through. How about that then!

Tea bags and gin!

I think I have seen it all now! Over recent weeks I have been bombarded online with suggestions for gifts I might buy for family and friends this Christmas. But this one beats them all.
I am encouraged to buy 'Ginfusion tea bags’ which will 'let you infuse your gin with flavourful botanicals, without any floaty bits to ruin the G&T that you’ve looked forward to all day long. Packed into each pyramid-style bag is a medley of dried fruit, herbs and peppercorns to enhance and flavour gin and add a subtle hint of colour with carefully crafted botanical flavour combinations.'
I will give this a miss. Although they are under a fiver!

29 November 2017

DVD-player-less!

Earlier today a lady friend - who wishes to remain anonymous for good reason - called to see me. Whilst here she very generously offered to help me to make the DVD player work. 
I have lots of DVDs - most of which Yvonne purchased - but I have no idea how the DVD player works.
On our hands and knees for a few minutes, the lady asked me if I had the instruction booklet and to my utter surprise I found it in the magazine rack! Fifteen minutes later neither of us were any the wiser for the booklet seemed to be written in such a way that only someone with a first class honours degree in mathematics could begin to understand.
I would dearly love to watch some of those DVDs - for a number are classics of comedy. But until someone appears who understands how DVD players work, I fear they will stay where they are.

27 November 2017

Self-righteous on a Monday morning

Sorry about this but I feel very, very self-righteous this Monday morning. I have one load of washing in the machine doing very nicely, now that you ask. And - but this is the killer - I have just boiled a saucepan-full of handkerchiefs in Fairy Non Bio and Wilko Stain Remover. Mostly whites but I put one or two M & S coloureds in too as an experiment. As I stirred (to ensure that the thing did not boil over as happened the first time!) I noted that the whites were getting whiter and the coloureds seemed to stay the same - so no running of colour - to my intense relief. Soon they will go into the washing machine too. Unsure about outdoor drying today - have to wait for the mistiness to clear. 
Have a good week! And may all your handkerchiefs be as white as newly fallen snow and your tea towels ironed to perfection.

26 November 2017

Autumn into winter


There is something magical about the autumn as winter draws in. Today I emerged shiverring just after 9.30 from the Central Line at St. Paul's station to walk to the Cathedral through Paternoster Square - when I was confronted by a blaze of sparkling colour in St. Paul's Churchyard. It just hit me in wonder. Fortunately I had my mobile with me so I was able to record the moment, avoiding the pavings of Paternoster and walking instead through the leaf-strewn ancient churchyard. It is not the best photograph of St. Paul's but I am sure you would have to admit that the colours of the leaves on the trees are stunning. Like many of us, I would guess, I have my doubts and fears but this morning as I looked upwards I had to believe that there must be a God who made a sight like this possible.

23 November 2017

Whites!


Following yesterday's outburst regarding the washing of white handkerchiefs, I thought I should let my followers know that all is now well on that front! Now to iron them!

22 November 2017

Whites!


Early today I sent the following plea to ten ladies of my acquaintance and thought you might be interested to read this – and the responses

I have just spent a happy hour (although it felt like a day!) at the ironing board. First there were two table cloths used on my stall at the Christmas Market last Saturday. Difficult, yes. But I coped. I have to admit that the large bed sheet that I also used has been washed but not ironed. I have folded it with care and promise that it will be ironed when I use it next - which I hope will be never!

But it is the handkerchiefs where I need your help. The two tea towels were no problem. I ironed 15 white handkerchiefs and six coloured ones. I used the best washing sachets money can buy together with Glowhite and the Yellow Stuff which make them smell like a spring meadow or a lavender bush or such like. Also each and every one was sprayed with the very best stain remover on both sides of the stains.

No problem with the coloured ones. But every one of the 15 white fellows has been placed in the drawer reserved to handkerchiefs for use in the garden or at night when no one can see them except me and Socks. For they all - yes, all 15 - have some sort of stain, however small, but stain nonetheless. No way can I take a white handkerchief with even the smallest stain out through the front door - for folk might think that standards are slipping and Heather would be called upon to alert the care home!

So here are the questions to be answered, please ladies:
(1) Why is it that white handkerchiefs have stains but not coloured ones?
(2) Should I dispense with the white ones and only have coloureds?
(3) If (2) above, please recommend a good supplier for quality coloured handkerchiefs - for I do not want any of your old rubbish ones thank you very much!

Three folk replied and I have responded thus:

Many thanks to all those who replied. I took the advice, purchased Fairy Non Bio and Stain Remover White Powder in Wilko. On return home I removed all the nicely ironed but stained white handkerchiefs from the drawer, boiled them in a saucepan for 10 minutes - two lots. Fortunately, I stood by the stove as the first lot boiled and was just in time to stop the boiling over process! Less water for the second set. Then into the washing machine! I have just removed them. They look perfect! They are now drying and will be ironed in the morning for there are limits!

I will append some of the advice I have been given - for your amusement, but no names! And thanks again

Respondent One: Coloured gentlemen’s handkerchiefs are for those who work manually, so should be used only in the garden, etc.
A gentleman such as yourself should always use the white variety when going about your daily business as is fitting for your status. To remove stains leave in very hot water for a couple of hours with two large scoops of Vanish - the white variety - followed by a hot wash Good luck!  

Respondent Two: Suggest you go for option (2) coloured handkerchiefs, preferably patterned ones. Can I give you some inside information? A senior partner in an international firm of solicitors, who we both know, uses patterned coloured handkerchiefs, so if they are good enough for the legal profession I am sure they are fine for you! I use tissues!


Respondent Three: I have heard of your plight with stained white handkerchiefs. I would advise the method I use for mine (and church linen). I boil all in a saucepan of water with a tablespoonful of detergent for 10 minutes. This will remove all stains I assure you. I always use Fairy Non Bio powder with a little Vanish added, but any laundry detergent would do. In the old days my grandmother would grate what was left of the old bar of lifeboy soap and add a little washing soda to the water. All the stains come out of my handkerchiefs and all red wine, etc., from the church whites. I then drip dry them on the line.

20 November 2017

Please no!

I love Christmas! Yes, even at my great age, Christmas is a time of magical wonderment, made even better with a good splattering of snow. With just one exception. And if what I am about to write upsets you, Cedric, or any other of my friends, I apologise in advance.

I have an intense dislike of those letters that sometimes - but, thankfully, not too often - accompany Christmas cards. Picture me, opening envelopes, enjoying the smiling robins, the grinning reindeer and the liberal helpings of tinsel, when without any warning, sheets of closely typed A4, sometimes with colour photographs, drops out.

I have no problem with the idea, it is just that there is always not just Good News, but Brilliantly Good News of the kind
that is never ever experienced in my family. Not in any of the 84 Christmases I have enjoyed.

I am delighted to hear that Clarrisa (please note spelt with two r's, the letter tells me, which is a kindly way of advising me that I got it wrong on her birthday card) got a double first at Cambridge when studying ancient prehistoric something-or-other, and it is good to know that her brother, Alistair, is about to scale Everest on New Year's Eve wearing nothing but the trunks he wore when swimming the English Channel. Charles (he hates being called Charlie, you should be aware and has been known to punch anyone calling him Char) is now studying for this A levels, having achieved twelve at A* in his GCSE's (with a disappointing E in common-sense, I should not wonder!)

Thank you for telling me that Rupert is spending his gap year in the Sahara Desert researching the loves (and the lives, too, for that matter) of indigenous insects with only a camel for company. Good on Rupert, I say!

Your three month holiday in the Siberian Tundra (which I did not know existed) sounds thrilling. The fact that it took you three sides of A4 to ensure that I am fully acquainted with every moment of every day is far beyond the call of duty.

And so they go on. Frederika loved Patagonia, Egbert will never get over Wonga at night, Marshall is now the top man in the top bank he joined all those years ago when he came down from wherever he had been, Marigold now wishes to be known as Hip-Hop Marigold as she has taken up the subject (whatever that is).

Matilda and Herbert's new house sounds wonderful, situated as it is in the most expensive area of Hampstead, whilst it is good to know that the neighbours are celebrities and that they all have Rolls Royce's - what else?

Sad to hear that Johan and Artichoke have been forced to downsize, but I guess they will still have room to entertain in their twelve bedrooms - although it is noted that there are only eleven bathrooms, all ensuite, of course!

So please, save me the agony. Just a card will do fine. Honest!

18 November 2017

Christmas Market gets ready!









Some shots from the Christmas Market as it took shape on Friday afternoon ready for opening at 10am today till 4pm

17 November 2017


New lights fitted today by Ted for the Christmas Market and Christmas Festivities at Sr. Peter's Aldborough Hatch. Well done Ted!

Off air!

I will be a bit off air for a day or so. The St. Peter's Christmas Market takes place on Saturday and I will be busy on my stall selling Christmas cards and noteless with photographs taken locally and around London. I will also be selling copies of my book 'Aldborough Hatch - The Village in the Suburbs - A History' - I have some 39 copies remaining of the 2017 revision and reprint - I do not anticipate another reprint for at least ten year - if I live that long that is (and I would be 94 and a right miserable old boy I bet!).

Hope to see you there bit if not you van always purchase by directly contacting me.

Did you know (and I doubt you did Cedric) that in the 1940s, the St. Peter's Christmas Market was known as the annual 'Sale of Work' - for that is just what it was - all stuff handmade! And are only had the back hall - with the Revd and Mrs Byng in the middle with a long stall selling all sorts of bits! Happy days!

15 November 2017

Let me tell you a mystery!

All is well in the printing department. This morning I have run off yet more Bookmarks with great success! But when I bring up the printer icon to see what is happening there is a statement at the top which reads: “The printer is not connected”. Does the printer not know what it is doing? Is there a gremlin afoot? But it prints with is all that matters.

Socks does not understand it either and has gone off to consult with his many friends. He will be back at lunchtime for a treat and may have some news then.

Have a good day, my friends. Apart from finishing printing bookmarks for the stall at the Christmas Market (50p each or three for £1), I am off on the bus to Romford Market to buy fruit for freezing (in case there is a siege and I cannot reach the shops), some nuts and raisins (from the nut stall, where else) and a few decorations for my Christmas Market stall. I also need to buy some safety pins (to pin to the table cloths on my stall, in case you are wondering, Cedric). And I am waiting to hear from Vision Express that my replacement reading glasses are ready. I lost them a week or so back - but the loss is covered by my all risks insurance policy (with a £100 excess of course!) I am wearing an old pair that do not fit and are not very good for reading the newspaper but are fine for the iMac.

14 November 2017

Printer problems!

Life has been a bit fraught over the past two days. My Epson printer started to play up. It was new a month or so ago - the third one I have had over ten years! It uses bottles of inks not cartridges so is much cheaper for me with my cards - needed to Saturday’s Christmas Market. After all sorts of things, Nicholas over the road bought a new USB cable for a tenner - and that appears to have solved it all! The message came up saying there was a communication problem. 
Simple solution - when you realise that the USB cable is probably the oldest thing I have on my network!

Lifts at last!



Early on Sunday 12th November I stood on Newbury Park Central Line Station and realised that the installation of new lifts has started at long last. The hoardings cover the areas where the lifts will be sited on both platforms.

Back in 2009 work started to install these lifts. Some £4.5M was spent by Transport for London - who then stopped work and filled in what they had excavated as they had run out of money. This cost a further £1.4M. That was in the days of Boris Johnson as London Mayor. I asked why and was told that Metronet had gone into administration. But that was five years ago, I replied - and the answer came back that there were other issues!

The Seven Kings & Newbury Park Residents' Association led the campaign in which the Aldborough Hatch Defence Association joined to have the lifts installed. Petitions and a visit to TfL finally resulted in the news that the lifts will be operational by mid-2018.

Of course the politicians are claiming to was them wot done it - but we know best. It was the residents who piled on the pressure. I will celebrate by riding up and down in the lifts for a few hours when it all is working! Perhaps I will have a picnic and arrange for some music and dancing! That would be fun!

13 November 2017

No tea towels . . .

I was on the tea towel rota at St. Peter’s this weekend. I told Jenefer that I would not be at church on Sunday but would collect the tea towels late on the day or this morning.

I am just back from the halls. I took a brisk shuffle there and back as it is very cold. I wrapped up warm, with winter coat, woolly hat, thick scarf and gloves. But the basket was bare! So someone yesterday must have thought I had forgotten I was on the rota and took them!

This is not good enough! I planned to wash the tea towels this morning with Glowhite - what else! - and iron them this evening.

Now, I fear, we could have tea towels at the Christmas Market that are not ironed! For few folk that I know iron their tea towels - which is a great shame as standards are standards, as My Old Mum used to say, as she wheeled out the mangle from the garden shed on Monday mornings, whipped the frost from the rollers, and led me by the collar to turn the handle. My frosted hands (wearing mittens without fingers, I would have you know) would then help hang the washing on the line - and take it all down and put the mangle away later in the day, as dusk came down, often with heavy snow and a biting wind before going indoors to a bowl of gruel (whatever that was) or tripe and onions, if there was an ‘R' in the month. Those were the days! And in wartime (and do not ask which war!) I would be sent off to look for fallen shrapnel for which my elder brother found a market, but I never saw any of the cash!

I have a few tea towels of my own to wash so I will not be denied the pleasure of this task - and they will be ironed this evening.

12 November 2017

Whitehall for Remembrance















Today I did something I have not done in my 84 years! I stood at the Cenotaph in Whitehall as Big Ben struck the eleventh hour for the Service of Remembrance. In the past I have been at St. Peter's or at the War Memorial at Newbury Park, but this year I needed to do something I have often thought about.
I left home just after 8am to travel to Westminster. On the road below Big Ben huge concrete blocks stopped any possibility of a terrorist's vehicle driving into Whitehall. There were queues for the check points which were similar to those at airports - except that I did not have to take my trouser belt off (which was a relief for it was mighty cold). I had to be taken aside for I had some metal that I had not removed from my warm coat - the case in which I keep my bank cards.
I walked down Whitehall, finding a spot at the Cenotaph but behind a line of some ten people. At least I was near the back and had I fallen over I would have been near a barrier and the paramedics.
I have to apologise for the poor quality of the photographs. I am too short for this sort of caper. A man beside me had a collapsible stool on which he climbed with a mighty big telephoto lens. I was green with envy, but as my legs started to freeze up, no one noticed.
I arrived at my spot at 9.15am and left it at the end of the march past some three hours later. I am not complaining, Cedric, but I have to say that under pavement heating should be installed inn Whitehall post haste - if not sooner. From time to time I would bend my legs to make sure they were still attached to my body. When the police finally allowed us to move, I made for Trafalgar Square. It had been my intention to stay in London for Evensong, but I realised that I needed a hot shower and warm soup, so I caught the Number 9 (the Number 11 did not seem to be about today) to the Tower of London, thence on the Docklands Light Railway to Stratford and on to Ilford and Radio Cars and home.
Socks was pleased to see me. A day to remember and to cherish, for the sun shone and it was dry, but the cold started to get into my bones.