What is romance?

Is my DS romantic? CQ asked me. Her son isn’t unless he’s told. At coffee one man, P, suggested that putting your socks in the laundry basket was romantic. He teases. Old J had no suggestions. T told a tale of a friend whose wife had been away. “Thank goodness you’re home” he'd greeted her. “I was about to go out to M&S and buy some underpants. He’d walked past the clean pile every day but couldn't see them because she’d not put them in his drawer. He could take an engine apart but not see a pile of his own clean underwear! My first dead husband, Richard wouldn’t have known romance if it hit him in the face. At best he’d tease like P. On an early date with him, he stared into my eyes, then said, "hang on, you've got something on your eyelash" - it was mascara. T told a story of him and his late wife…. On an early date, her hand crept across the table so he moved to put his hand over hers when she grabbed an asparagus stick. No romance in her either!

Jane’s late husband sounds as romantic as my Adrian giving her flowers and chocolates. I'd come back from the campus to find a pile of G&B chocolate on my desk so would have to stay there and write my thesis. Adrian would leave chocolates on my desk - why is chocolate symbolic of romance?

When I was between husbands, courting, I sent postcards from my skiing trip to three men. One never mentioned it, another thanked me for it, but Adrian replied, not by post or phone, but by email, pretty new and technical for most people in 1999. And the content of his email? He replied with a poem, and a poem in French. So not only was he romantic, and courteous, but also was educated and enjoyed new experiences. No wonder he was marriable.

Burns night

I haven't blogged about Burns night for years: https://ejh2.blogspot.com/2009/01/burns-night-nanna.html

Burns night each January - it's an excuse for me to get me a haggis. However, haggis is too peppery for me unless I have bland neeps with it. I may or may not have mash - I often have no potatoes in the house because I rarely eat them.  We used to go round our neighbours on Burns night because she was Scottish and would encourage the celebration. But I don't remember any such BN parties here where I live now.

However, son and DiL get the chance to go to their club to celebrate each year. As far as I can see, it's one of the rare evenings they go out together, so I happily babysit their two bairns. They come back v late - I suspect Scottish whiskey has been drunk. This year son got to read a Robbie Burns poem, "For a' that" to the assembled club members. He'd had time to practise its rhythm and pronounciation this year so was confident. I think he enjoyed the performance. DiL enjoyed the company - she's sociable. They got home rather late but the bairns had gone to sleep hours earlier and all was quite quiet and I drove home along an almost empty A road.

Christmas in the Mendips

I spent four nights over Christmas at a hotel in Loxton, December walks in wind that blows you over, dripping nose and despite good walking boots that I’ve worn before, I got a blister and couldn’t do the third day of walking. I spent it wandering around Wells, its cathedral and bishop's palace moat.

The hotel food was like school dinners - sloppy. No fruit, no cheese course. The last dinner offered pork casserole, but when it came it not only had little pork but looked like a gelatinous mess. Dee said she would write to the hotel to complain. Nevertheless, I’m grateful someone else planned, someone else cooked, and served, and someone else is washing up.

I’ve people to talk to, 24 ramblers, Justin was here last year and Sue. Not here not in Loxton but with RWW at Malvern in the Abbey hotel.  Deb from London though born in Blackpool has had BC and so has Gwen. Gwen has done the Zoe programme and we had a long discussion about its benefits and what we'd learned from it. Her partner / husband Ray, worked at the RAE in the seventies and eighties. He was a scientist who counts, a metrologist. Metrologist not a meteorologist. I thought that was combinatorics. It’s not statistics. Dee works in Scotland. Helen couldn't walk because she'd broken her foot. When one of the leaders, Jon, asked her about gluten-free bread she explained about good food and unprocessed food and timing of meals - all the things that Gwen had reported on from learning on her Zoe programme. In the morning, Jon said he'd looked it up and would follow up.

November is the time to plan for December. The first half of November is boringly empty; the second is too busy with TMA marking, emailing to agree extensions, buying stamps, planning presents, attending grandchildren’s school events: concerts, fairs, nativity plays.

Why do people suddenly get sociable when I’m so busy? I went to lunch with friends twice in the last fortnight. I’ve extra choir rehearsals for Christmas performances and the BCS has an interesting Christmas lecture next week. Aylesbury speakers were short of a speech so I’ve volunteered and prepared one.
And it’s cold but I’ve got the boiler people coming in next week so can’t go to see  #1 grandson’s school play.
No wonder I end up a bit stressed with a sore throat. Hope it doesn’t make a cold. But I don’t think I’ll be fit enough to give that speech.

October for family

This October has been a month for my family because my daughter is over in the UK for a couple of weeks and we're meeting her brother a few times.We've also managed to get my brother and SiL over to chat with daughter. And she's meeting her cousin, the one who's marrying in Geneva in June.

We've had a variety of activities. For instance, the first week, we went up to London to renew daughter's passport, and took the opportunity to window shop in Liberty's. One weekend, we went to Opuz for supper because they had a guitar duo, and we went again on Sunday to share lunch with my SiL and her son, who daughter has always got on with. And son & DiL did something special in St Alban's cathedral at the middle weekend. This Wednesday, we met SD#2 and her two, to walk to Staddy's gate near Chinnor. We drove up to Lincoln to share time with them there on holiday, exploring its catheral and museum.

After doing all that, driving to St A's, and to Lincoln and back, I'm pretty tired but it's been as good as a holiday for me.

Still kicking

 Yesterday I attended one of the pre grading sessions for red and black belts and practised one, tow and three step sparring, mainly partnered with red belts. I'm now second Dan and have been for some years, but I don't demonstrate enough power to move on to third Dan. I'm chuffed I got this far anyhow. Playing takes up some of my lonely empty time, still makes me smile, and keeps me measureably fit for an old woman.

I wish there were more women in the club.

La Motte du Caire 29 years after

 

View north of the site

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