Autumn 2016

Chose not to send the warm leggings to daughter, but rather to wear them myself underneath jeans and with woolly socks, four extra layers and then a vastly padded jacket. Cold.

So ironed. All short sleeved shirts are now bundled up and bagged into the top shelf of a bedroom cupboard. Long sleeved shirts half way through being ironed. Still cold.

Ate properly all through day with a nod to both quantity and quality. Checked hydration. Tried warming teas and soups. Still cold.

Kept moving, didn’t pile up stuff to go upstairs but actually ran up and down stairs each time. Still Cold.

Pulled hood up.

Warm!

 

In addition the massively warm winter quilt has come into use ~ but isn’t that a trifle early, in September…?

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Cold obviously affected brain as i managed to inadvertently call youngest son on WhatsApp. Horrified to find his face staring at me and the dialing tone echoing around our room, proceeded to jump up and down whilst simultaneously shouting at the phone.

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On record:

“Autumn (a season that i usually adore) has this year, arrive way too early”

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Observations from a place some call rough:

* Everyone chats, i mean….Everyone. Couldn’t even get five paces down the first street without exchanging chit chat. Love it.

* People who speak English as a second or third language appeared to be out in force today, clearing up the pavement outside their own homes and sweeping up and binning the leaves further  on down the road.

* Houses and their tiny gardens/ yards/ ginnels are getting smartened up. Seriously so.

* No one verbally harasses folk round there any more. It makes a lovely, fabulous, gloriously wonderful change and one that was celebrated with a nice cup of tea when i got home.

*  Being able to buy a book for 25p is great, esp when there’s heaps of choice.

* Official street sweepers are good to see once more.

* So are official folk clearing up flytipping.

 

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Gathered treasure

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…..and it seems so long ago that this was being made!

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Scotland: much in my prayers as that country decides which way to go.

 

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Today?

Morning: Toddler Group.

Afternoon: Gardening……. and reading stories to a granddaughter!

Reading: ” The Orchard on Fire” by Sheena Mackay

Drinking: Chai tea.

Eating: Ah, yes, well………mumblemumble.

Listening to : Said grandchild ….or radio four.

Amazed by: People’s resilience.

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Long ago….. Mr Holdcroft Sir

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Long ago and far away, an ‘older than his years’ man left the parental home ..(much older parents and much pushing of wheelchairs with mama) ..and went to live with a group of others in East London.

The stipulation was that all worked or studied in the area and that we helped the local clergyman, with the local church, on the local estate. Stories of young lads hanging upside down off the roof during services, serious bonfires around the fire escape and the very elderly congregation itself met us. Some became quite adept at leading bible studies with a television programme blaring away and The Sun on the living room table, any potential preacher had to prove their worth on the church’s toilet cleaning rota, while our midde aged man (yet again) found himself pushing elderly women in wheelchairs. Few of us had spare money and yet for a short while we shared a fascinating few years together.

One Christmas, everyone had even less money than usual and yet our friend with the smart trousers and formal shoes was determined that everyone in our extended household would receive beautiful gifts. The book end above was one of a lovely set made for me; metal pieces from an ironmongers on The Roman Road and the wood was sourced from a local skip. For the next thirty years those bookends had a special place in my heart, wherever that heart happened to be living at the time.

Fast forward to this year. A few rooms required re arranging and i had cause to remember again a good friend….one who over the years i’d caught up with again, and again but after his own wife suddenly died a few years ago we lost touch. Oh yes, our forever wheelchair pushing friend finally married….a woman in a wheel chair. God is Good.

Sadly this winter i discovered that James Holdcroft, Jim, or “Bi” as my eldest son knew him has died. The man who could create beauty with a few pence (and also short the community’s electrical supply while putting up his bookshelves) is no more gifting joy into our world.

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014 ah yes, there’s Abbeyfield House (Tower Hamlets). All gone now, there is a lovely cul de sac there these days and the whole area is much improved.

Word to the wise: cherish your friends, you never know when they’ll be gone.

Drinking: Chai
Eating: Maltesers
Watching: Poirot
Listening to: Snoring Dog

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