This is a mythical time of year. People buy into the notions of peace on earth and goodwill to all men.
What a load of tosh, yesterday, in Bookers someone elbowed me out of the way to get to the checkout first, that simply does not happen in that beacon of take turns, the wholesaler.
No such rituals in Tesco's, a brisk scrap saw us in a parking space. Peace and goodwill were in very short supply as we careered and crashed round the aisles, hundreds of pounds added to our over breeze later and we were ready for home.
Of course this is easy to say but not so easy to do. It's lucky I am used to driving in France so the mass cutting up, pulling out in front of and planting the car into the roundabout routine was no suprise. I am going back tomorrow, think I might use the looming presence of the Green Goddess to calm things a bit. Tomorrow will be the day everything goes on reduction and clearance at Bookers.
That of course is all against a backdrop of a student who has the plague and is, at the same time trying to do her Eugenics Essay so she can do her Stress essay and her third essay whose subject I have clean forgotten before going on to her 4th essay to do with dissability by the end of January and there's two exams in there somewhere too.
Today is a date of great significance to us here at Penole. 18 years ago right now. I was out on the M4 in a 1950's Bedford flat bed truck with all my wordly goods in the back. My mate chopper was behind me in a Renault Traffic also loaded to the gunels. We arrived here in some trepidation, the aga was nearly out, the coal central heating had clearly been out for a long time. There was no coal or oil and it was the night before Xmas.
In the living room it was exactly 70 degrees faranheit colder than it is today and today it's 75 F.
There we sat the management and I with 3 babies in ski suits in sleeping bags.
The adventure had begun.
R
What a load of tosh, yesterday, in Bookers someone elbowed me out of the way to get to the checkout first, that simply does not happen in that beacon of take turns, the wholesaler.
No such rituals in Tesco's, a brisk scrap saw us in a parking space. Peace and goodwill were in very short supply as we careered and crashed round the aisles, hundreds of pounds added to our over breeze later and we were ready for home.
Of course this is easy to say but not so easy to do. It's lucky I am used to driving in France so the mass cutting up, pulling out in front of and planting the car into the roundabout routine was no suprise. I am going back tomorrow, think I might use the looming presence of the Green Goddess to calm things a bit. Tomorrow will be the day everything goes on reduction and clearance at Bookers.
That of course is all against a backdrop of a student who has the plague and is, at the same time trying to do her Eugenics Essay so she can do her Stress essay and her third essay whose subject I have clean forgotten before going on to her 4th essay to do with dissability by the end of January and there's two exams in there somewhere too.
Today is a date of great significance to us here at Penole. 18 years ago right now. I was out on the M4 in a 1950's Bedford flat bed truck with all my wordly goods in the back. My mate chopper was behind me in a Renault Traffic also loaded to the gunels. We arrived here in some trepidation, the aga was nearly out, the coal central heating had clearly been out for a long time. There was no coal or oil and it was the night before Xmas.
In the living room it was exactly 70 degrees faranheit colder than it is today and today it's 75 F.
There we sat the management and I with 3 babies in ski suits in sleeping bags.
The adventure had begun.
R
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1 comment:
and what an adventure it has been.
You've provided a haven for many, including myself and mine, for which we will be ever grateful.
Also looking forward to seeing you all again...as we do the second we start up the drive away from the house!!
(hugs) and best wishes to all, especially the Student as she works so hard.
x gz
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