Monthly Archives: December 2009

Christmas and after

Amy is amazed by her new iPod
Amy is amazed by her new iPod

After excellent Christmas Eve Communion service, got to bed by about 1am, then left for Caddington about 10.30. Straightforward journey, but plenty of traffic. Snow negligible until nearing Luton, but still lying heavily in Winchfield and surrounding areas. Lovely Christmas lunch cooked by David, followed by opening of presents. Oliver showed his expertise on new F1 Wii game. David generously got us Apple TV, which means we can see our pictures on full screen, as well as renting videos and playing music. Brilliant! After tea (very little capacity) we watched Dr Who, which seemed a reasonable thing to do.

On Boxing Day picked up Andrew from Coventry and got him back to Caddington by 1pm for lunch – this time beef, cooked by Dot. Rather over-bought on the meat front. Still plenty of turkey left over on Christmas Day, and although we managed to finish off the Boxing Day  beef, we had another turkey to cook at home. Andrew and I got home around 6.30pm, Dot travelling about 30 minutes behind with David and the children. I duly cooked the turkey and carved it before going to bed. Earlier we had spent a chaotic time unpacking various presents, and the children got to bed very late.

On Sunday I dropped Andrew off at Phil and Joy’s before 10pm, then continued to set up the church for the morning service. Dot and the children came later, and at first I thought there would be only two others, but eventually we had a full complement of 11, including three children. Relaxing atmosphere, contrasting strongly with preparation of another fantastic meal afterwards, eventually with two brothers, one sister-in-law, one son, two grandchildren milling around while Dot tried frantically to get it all together, with a little help from me. Eventually one brother and sister-in-law went home: meal as always brilliant.

Joe and Birgit came round on Monday morning, then took Andrew to Phil’s while the rest of us bussed into the city and found thousands and thousands of people milling around in search of salvation – in this case something to buy. We managed to get a dress for Amy from M&S but failed to return the original too-small dress because I’d forgotten where I’d put it. Found it as soon as we got back, of course. Also bought Horrid Henry book for Oliver. Popped into Caffe Italia, but it was full, so eventually landed up at home for a snack. Andrew delivered back by Birgit. Had full meal in evening – amazingly, got Andrew involved in game of Coppit with the children – before David set off for home with the children. He managed to forget one or two items (critically, one of them was the Wii power pack) and so the next day we arranged to meet at Coventry, where I delivered said items and Andrew at about 3.30pm.  Afterwards David and I had a drink in a local pub, located by iPhone, before going our separate ways. Think he passed me on the M6, but not sure. I got home about 7.30pm, and had a quiet evening with Dot, sandwich and TV. Managed to avoid more heavy snow falling just west of Coventry, but did get plenty of heavy rain on the way home. Today in Norwich murky, damp and very cold.

Sadly, in the midst of all this Christmas hustle and bustle, we learnt that our friend Rosemary had died. She had been ill, but seemed better last time we saw her. She had fluid on her lungs and died in her sleep – I think on Boxing Day night. There will be a special service remembering her on Sunday. She will be a huge loss to the church as well as to her friends. For many years she has singlehandedly made sure the building was maintained, clean and prepared for services. She has also managed all the hiring of the hall. She was also extremely encouraging and for many on the fringe was the “face” of St Augustine’s.

Pretty and treacherous

Snow and ice in Eaton Park.
Snow and ice in Eaton Park.

Last two days building up nicely to Christmas. Rather hesitantly out to North Walsham on Wednesday, but the roads were clearer than expected. Sainsburys at North Walsham was packed, however, and we abandoned hope of getting into the car park and stopped on Mundesley Road. Pretty full in the shop, but it all went fairly smoothly, including encounters with Lucy and Naomi, and later with Judith R from Bacton. Stocked up on a trolley full of food and inched across still frozen pavements to the car. From there to the cemetery, which was beautiful. Snow deep, crisp and even, and it didn’t seem cold at all in the sunshine . Left a couple of plants because all the water pots were frozen solid. On to the depths of the countryside, where the roads were still pretty treacherous – or put another way, pretty and treacherous. Got through without much bother, though, and arrived at Rosemary’s at the same time as her cousin Sharon and her boyfriend Nick – both police officers. Tried to look innocent. Tea and cake, followed by a brief appearance from her seven dogs, and we were off home. Got up the road OK, and five minutes after we got inside with the food, Phil and Joy rolled up, followed a short while later by Heather S and then by Vicky. Nice to see them all: P & J left when Heather arrived, but she stayed and chatted with Vicky.

Today was milder, and we left just after 11am for Alburgh to pick up the Christmas cake from Marion. Roads around Alburgh were still very snowy, and there was a flood at Hempnall, but still no real problem. Drove back to Yelverton, where Denise had invited us to drop in for drinks. Turned out to be quite a lot of rather delicious food as well. Eventually old friends put in an appearance: Barbara and Bart, Bernard and Mary, Madeleine and Jeff; also of course Clive (briefly) and the lovely Elaine, with her husband David and two children, Oliver (3+) and Tommy (15 months). They now live in Poringland, almost opposite Caistor Lane. Peter was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, partly because he’s just had successful cataract operations on his eyes which means he doesn’t have to wear glasses. His knee is clearly still giving him problems, however. Really nice time.

Roger called round on our return, and then Dot and I prepared the house for Christmas. We are now waiting to go to the Midnight Communion. The computer on which I’m writing this has been moved up to the living room so that I can use it while Andrew has the study as a bedroom. Weather forecast quite reasonable for the journey, and for the next few days.

Across the park

Aspland Road after the true grit treatment. Car in drive, stage left.
Aspland Road after the true grit treatment. Car in drive, stage left.

Weather still very wintry, but nowhere near as bad as at Caddington – to pick a village at random – where the snow has been deep and the power off. On Sunday we inched down the icy road to make it to church for the alternative carol service. Surprisingly large congregation: Ruth made it from Hethersett just in time to read my long poem, which she did beautifully, and Dot and Matt made a great job of the dramatic interlude. The music sounded pretty good too: Emily guested on violin, and Matt brought a small accordion. Amazing: I had been intending to do the blessing after Communion and found a Christmas prayer by Robert Louis Stevenson that I was going to use. However, Nicholas went straight into the blessing, using – unbelievably – the same prayer. It’s not well known; I just came across it on the Internet the same day. Spooky. Nice meal afterwards: Vicky and Jared excelled themselves, despite Vicky being under the weather.  Took Anne Travis home, then despite going the long way round to get a run at the slope, failed again to reach the critical point and had to park at the bottom. So more grit-spreading etc on Monday morning, which freed the road enough for me to get the car to the driveway again. All this exercise ought to be good for me. I walked into the city to buy a few presents, mainly books, but then relaxed fairly thoroughly. Missed the Christmas chess event. Too risky.

Local robin, very friendly.
Local robin, very friendly.

Today made a fairly early start. Got the bus up to Eaton Park and delivered Paul’s Christmas card, then walked across the park to George Borrow Road to deliver Sylvia and Jack’s. As I was putting it through the door, the Number 35 bus pulled up opposite and I was able to get it back to the city centre, once we’d made it past a big traffic jam by the RC Cathedral. Walked through to the Forum in case any ice sculptures remained. They didn’t. On to Jarrolds, for bin bags (very Christmassy), and another book from the new independent bookshop, the Book Hive. This time for Philip. Think I have all the presents now. Dot is busy wrapping as I write. She loves doing it, and I’m no good at it.

Made brave attempt to fix the shredder, but suspect the motor has gone. Did manage to put the alarm clock together after it had fallen apart – which certainly impressed me – and also repaired a tiny chess rook which had got smashed in the bathroom. It would be better if tiny chess pieces didn’t drink – they can’t handle it. Then Michael came and fixed a plug and a cistern, so it was clearly a mending day. Meanwhile, Dot had gone shopping – mainly for Amy. I walked to Morrisons to get food for tonight’s Tuesday Group. Turning quite nippy again.  Heather S rang to say her son Sam had been very ill for quite a while, with flu followed by pneumonia, necessitating several trips to the hospital. Happily he is now recovering, but it has been a difficult time for them.

Stranded cars

Our two cars in their overnight slot before my attempts to dismantle the road.
Our two cars in their overnight slot before my attempts to dismantle the road.

Cold, cold, cold. Just back from Morrisons, where we ran into a crowd of Norwich supporters en route to the game against Huddersfield. Another first for BBC Look East, who listed the fixture as an away game last night – so that was nearly right. Pavements not too bad on the way there, but much icier on the way back. Managed to stay upright, however. Might be tricky for homegoing supporters. Quite a pleasant day, other than the cold, with mainly bright skies. Spent most of the morning retrieving our two cars from the bottom of the hill, where we’d had to park them last night after a lot of slipping and sliding. Took a spade and chipped some icy snow away to make some clearish ground for my car to make it to the top, but Dot’s MX5 was much more difficult, as it has rear-wheel drive, and the back end kept threatening to slip away. Linda arrived to cut our hair and made it to the top, encouraged by me from a strategic spot at the bottom! While she was doing Dot’s hair, I spread some sand on the road from the store at the top, using a spade and our brown bin as an improvised wheelbarrow. I also cut some more ice away. By the time she’d left, the sand had caused some ice to disappear, and there was also a slight, short thaw. As a result, my next attempt to reach the top – after Linda had left – was successful. The MX5 is now in the garage, and my car is in the drive, ready to slide down on its way to church tomorrow. During all this I chatted to Michael and to the family from number 11, as well as waving to Ellie at her bedroom window. She told me she’d made a snowman yesterday, and I think I spotted it up in the Old Library Park on the way back from the post office. Also helped a guy in a van to get out of the bottom of the road, with some use of the spade and a certain amount of traffic direction.

Yesterday was also cold and saw a lot of snow. However, Dot decided to go on her planned trip to Park Farm, Attleborough and Hethersett, which she completed successfully until she reached the bottom of the road: then, while parking the car on ice, she scraped the wheel that she’d just had refurbished. Not a happy bunny. I went to the Archant Pensioners’ Lunch at the Holiday Inn by the airport, though not everyone made it. Frances rang to say it was snowing hard at Cromer, and she didn’t make the trip, though Su Edgeler made it from Bacton on crutches. Well, not all the way on crutches. She did use a car. Sat with her and Robin and a group of ex-printers; we were joined by the current head of Archant Print, and all the printers had a go at him about the mistakes in the EDP. He took it very well. Had a chat with the new editor and others including David Paull, the input pool, Peter March, Alan Atherton, John Barlow from the stone, Ian Cunningham, Tony the ex-chief photographer, Ray Church, the guy from Surrey Chapel and Frances Pearce. Plus others. Signs of some cutting back: very small sherry to start and only one glass of wine, though that suited me fine. Meal was very pleasant Christmas fare, and there was a supplementary mince pie. Well staffed and organised. On the whole I preferred it to the previous venue. No sign of Brian or Bruce, however. Bruce has just been in hospital, but Brian’s status remains a mystery. We got a Christmas card from him and Tricia, but he shows no sign of emerging. I dropped off a Christmas card at his house afterwards. As usual, no reply to the doorbell.

The snow started on Thursday, when Sharon came for lunch, arriving mid-morning during a brief blizzard. Had a good time, featuring a variation on my chili con carne, using chick peas, which seemed to go down well. Dot took Sharon home (the snow had eased), chanced on Denise and elicited an invitation for Christmas Eve drinks, and went to Morrisons afterwards to pick up a cake for the evening, when we managed to reach church for a get-together for members of the various groups after picking up Matt from Lakenham, where it seemed to be snowing harder than it was our side of the city. Weather not at all good, but about 20 turned up for a bring-and-share, and we ended with a recital of various Christmas poems. Not one of the great evenings, but reasonably pleasant.

Have finished reading The Defense by Vladimir Nabokov. Beautiful writer: there’s a fantastic comic description of two guys making their way home from a very jolly evening and finding the protagonist, Luzhin, sitting on the pavement. As I write, Norwich and Huddersfield are drawing 0-0, and play has just finished in the South Africa test. No, wait, Hoolahan has just scored. Can Norwich hold on?  England, 352 behind, look likely to lose, but you never know. (Norwich 3-0 Huddersfield – result)

Roll, pie and cake

Teresa and her mother, Sheila
Teresa and her mother, Sheila

Spent much of the day in North-East Norfolk. Weather absolutely appalling: incessant rain, temperature just above freezing, sky heavily overcast. I suspect thousands of people must like this sort of weather, because they all take their cars out in it. It was worth it, however. Visited my wife’s aunt Sheila (who is actually her mother’s cousin), and Sheila’s daughter Teresa, who was  our bridesmaid 41 years ago. Had a good time there, featuring a sausage roll and mince pie, then moved on to Paston, where we left a present for the Cares. Doors were open as usual, but shouting evoked no response, so we assumed they were out. Later e-mail on another subject from Lucy made me think she probably wasn’t, however. Back to North Walsham, where we picked up some Philosophy stuff from the printer and moved on to Jessie’s for another pleasant hour or two, this time featuring a kind of cake. We resisted the lure of the cemetery, which would probably have felt like the Arctic tundra on a particularly bad day.

Most of yesterday went on sorting files from the second drawer of the filing cabinet. Contained quite a lot of stuff that brought back memories, which made it slow going. Still bits of it hanging around in the kitchen. Dot was busy completing her inspection report, and about 5pm we abandoned it all and went to the Rushcutters for a meal, using a 2-for-1 voucher that had been e-mailed to us. Superb chicken and mashed potato for me; lovely trout for Dot. Later we went to a PCC meeting at St Luke’s to discuss the proposed change-of-use proposal for their car park which, if it went through, would enable the council to use it for housing at some point in the future. Determined to resist this, though it could be a tricky one. The diocese would like to make some money out of it, and the council doesn’t like cars. Still, we have a clued-up lawyer in our camp, not to mention God – though his views are by no means certain on this particular issue.

On Monday I managed to lose another game of chess. After getting a good opening I found myself lagging in development when my opponent failed to fall for any of the tricks in the position. I then made a disastrous choice of move which gave him all the positional advantages. I found myself with no sensible plan and in due course fell apart.

Shredding

Shredded paper from one drawer of my filing cabinet. Not including unshredded paper...
Shredded paper from one drawer of my filing cabinet. Not including unshredded paper...

Had intended to spend some time in London over the weekend, but received a phone call on Friday to say David C was ill, so we had some time at home instead. This was disappointing, but it did give us some extra time to play with – particularly useful as Dot was doing an inspection at Swaffham all day Friday, and we had been intending to travel down to Leyton directly afterwards, returning late on Saturday because I had to preach a sermon yesterday morning. Not the most relaxed of schedules. Instead I managed to start clearing out my filing cabinet, and this took longer than I had thought, mainly because of the amount of paper that needed to be shredded. My minuscule shredder was unable to deal with it, and I spent about as much time digging compacted paper out of that as I did on the filing cabinet itself, eventually ending up with a sackload of shredded paper late on Sunday afternoon. I also have a shredder that needs dismantling. And that’s just the first of four drawers – six if I decide to tackle the small cabinet as well. At least the other drawers don’t contain much paper that will need shredding.

Really good morning service – even the sermon wasn’t too bad – and the Ambient Wonder event in the evening was nothing if not ambitious, consisting largely of an enormous white womb space that people sat in. Theme: you guessed it – the Annunciation and pregnancy of Mary. Some quite inventive stuff. My Mary monologue was dusted off, and Dot played an angel. More type-casting.

Other than Christmas-card writing (mainly me) and present-wrapping (mainly Dot) we also managed to fit in a Thursday evening meal with two couples from church: the Kerrisons and the Roberts. There was a vegetarian among us, so Dot did a nut loaf which was the best veggie meal I’ve ever tasted.  Great evening altogether.

Legendary jackets

Back on the ground, and with shiny new wheels.
Back on the ground, and with shiny new wheels.

Haven’t been out of the house today: spent quite a bit of time writing Christmas cards, which is admittedly a bit of a chore, but on the plus side, it is nice to know we have that many friends. I have to prepare a sermon for Sunday, but so far haven’t got much further than choosing the hymns; however, I do have one or two ideas that I shall probably feel compelled to share. Yesterday’s Tuesday Group had a new member, Katherine, and a total of ten, which is about the most we can handle and remain comfortable. Am getting to be quite a dab hand on jacket potatoes: you may think there is nowhere to go wrong with jacket potatoes, but mine are becoming legendary – that’s not far short of mythical.

On Monday I played probably the worst game of chess I’ve played for a long time, missing two easy wins and then failing to mate with king and rook against rook because I was just too short of time. So it was a draw, and we play again in the new year, because it was a knockout competition. I can’t believe the things I overlooked. Is this the beginning of the end?

Saw the doctor the same day, and kept him busy for about 20 minutes. Pretty reassuring generally. Earlier went into town to buy some Christmas cards. Charity cards in the Forum and the Assembly House were less than seductive, so I decided to try the Christian Resources Centre, which came up trumps, with some excellent Tear Fund cards. Walked back through the cathedral, taking in the new hostry (sic), which is quite impressive. On Sunday we had toyed with the idea of going to Paston for a medieval Christmas concert, but managed to resist the temptation.  Saturday night turned out to be unexpectedly pleasant when we invited the next-door neighbours round on the spur of the moment for nibbles and drinks. They hit both with some enthusiasm, and the conversation was good too.

Wheels back on

Dot's car looking vulnerable without its wheels
Dot's car looking vulnerable without its wheels

That week went by pretty quickly. Perhaps because the weather was so awful much of the time. Very, very wet: not in a Cockermouth way, but persistently precipitating enough to really irritate. To be fair, there were some bright spells in between. Yesterday I went to the funeral of David Wright, a co-member of a Christian Writers’ group I used to belong to. Absolutely packed church, with a couple of dozen standing, and afterwards stunning afternoon sun over Mulbarton common. Lots of hymns – he was something of a hymns fanatic, though a bit of a polymath really. He and his wife wrote the Philip’s Children’s Atlas, which has sold millions. I quite enjoy funerals: there’s something uplifting about them. OK, I am weird.

The wheels are back on Dot’s car. Wicked Wheels returned them early – on Tuesday instead of Wednesday – and they did a great job. Really look like new. Quite a relief to have the car mobile again, and not looking as if it’s been vandalised.

Busy day yesterday: Dot was up at the surgery twice, seeing two different nurses about the skin on her arm. It turns out to be not serious: probably a fungal infection. Meanwhile I was seeing a physiotherapist – a former Norwich City FC physiotherapist, in fact, called Tim Sheppard. He gave my ankle a very thorough examination, and thinks the problem is that the muscle in my right leg is much weaker than the one in my left, possibly the result of my breaking the ankle while playing badminton centuries ago. Anyway, I have a series of exercises which should build it up and stop me falling over. After this I went to Mulbarton for the funeral while Dot went into the city. We got together again just after 3pm to visit her cousin Roger in his new place on the Heartsease estate. Really liked his house. Being an architect, he has managed to introduce some lovely touches. Then back home for supper before emerging again to go to the Bally Art Fair. Bought a few things as presents – some from Rupert, who seemed in good form. Mike’s big drawings were on show and looked terrific. Met Ali Whittle, and a few other people we know.

On Wednesday we went out to North Norfolk, first to visit Lucy at Paston, then on to the cemetery and later picking up  Jessie from the bus stop before having afternoon tea and mice pies (and sausage rolls) at hers. Lucy is much better in between chemo. Her father had a heart attack which alarmed everyone, but he is now recovering, it seems. Very resilient guy. Bet he makes it to 100.

Imprint of bird on kitchen window
Imprint of bird on kitchen window

This morning there was a mysterious crash as I was about to get out of bed. It appeared to have been caused by a large bird hitting the kitchen window, though no sign of an injured or dead bird outside. I took a picture of the imprint on the window, which came out quite well. Of course it could have been a small angel, though I suspect an angel would have seen the window and avoided it – or maybe just passed through.