18:00 Lois og jeg spiser aftensmad og bagefter slapper jeg af i sofaen med
et glas vin. Men stakkels Lois skal sætte hun sig foran computeren igen for at
klare sine administrative opgaver i forbindelse med sin kirkes pop-up shop i
bymidten, der bemandes af kirkemedlemmer.
Hun har forsøgt at finde to personer, der kan indvillige i at dække fredag
formiddag, men hidtil uden succés. Det vil være den første gang, at shoppen
skal holde lukket, siden de først blev åbnet i starten af måneden, hvilket er
lidt af en skam, men hun kan ikke gøre det umulige muligt. Stakkels Lois!!!!
Også en forfatter, der hedder Peter, som vi ikke kender, er i kontakt med
Lois, fordi han gerne vil indeholde detaljer om hendes fars liv i en bog, han
er i gang med at skrive, og Lois skal fodre ham med oplysninger. Lois’s far var
en af kirkens mest kendte prædikanter.
Igen, stakkels Lois!!!!!
21:00 Lois er færdig med sine pop-up shop opgaver, og vi ser lidt fjernsyn,
en dokumentarfilm, der handler om den spanske borgerkrig (første del af to).
Programmets vært er den charmerende Michael Portillo, der var én af Maggie
Thatchers tidligere ministere i 1980’erne.
Du godeste – et katastrofalt fejlskøn fra vores side at beslutte at se
dette program lige før vi går i sengen, fordi historien viser sig at have været
så blodig , voldsom og tragisk. Michael Portillo, programmets vært, har en
personlig interesse i historien, fordi hans spanske far blev involveret i
krigen, og blev forvist til Storbritannien som et resultat.
De vigtigste konklusion, jeg drog af programmet, er, at enhver side i
borgerkrigen (nationalisterne og
republikanerne) var så dårlig som den anden, når det kom til grusomheder
osv, og Storbritannien og andre demokratiske lande havde den bedste idé, dvs de
modstod fristelsen til at blive involveret. Og jeg er overrasket over at høre,
at nogle naive intellektuelle fra den vestlige verden, for eksempel George
Orwell og Ernest Hemingway, syntes, de kunne bidrage med noget, ved at rejse
til Spanien og spille en eller anden rolle.
22:00 Vi går i seng og vi har heldigvis ikke svært ved at falde i søvn på
trods af Michaels tragiske dokumentarfilm ha ha ha – zzzzzz!!!!
05:30 Jeg står op, og laver en af mine rutinemæssige danske ordforrådtest.
Jeg kigger lidt på nettet.
En god nyhed for mit vedkommende: regnvejr i morgen i badebyen Bournemouth,
hvor vi rejser til i dag for at deltage i morgen i Julias bryllup. Lidt af en
skam fra Julias synspunkt, men det kunne betyder, at de planlagte udendørs lege
skal aflyses, og måske kan gæsterne slappe af i pubben i stedet for at bevæge
sig i pubbens have – hurra! Men jeg må ikke være egotisk ha ha ha.
Det minder mig om min skolegang – jeg havde til vane om torsdagen at bede
om regn, så jeg ikke skulle deltage i cricket og rugby. Du godeste, jeg er
sikke et pivehoved ha ha ha!!!!!
udendørs lege – yikes !!!
selvom vejrpigen siger det kommer til at regne kraftigt!!!
07:45 Jeg hopper tilbage op i sengen til Lois og vi drikker vores morgenté.
Vi skal tage til afsted kl 10 for at køre sydpå og tjekke ind på vores gæstehus
i badebyen Barton-on-Sea.....
English translation
18:00 Lois and I have dinner and
afterwards I relax on the couch with a glass of wine. But poor Lois has to sit
down in front of the computer to finish off her administrative duties in
connection with her church's pop-up shop in the town centre, which is manned by
church members.
She has tried to find two people
who can agree to cover Friday morning but so far without success. It will be
the first time that the shop has had to stay closed, since it was first opened at
the beginning of the month, which is a bit of a shame, but she cannot do the
impossible. Poor Lois !!!!
Also, an author named Peter, whom
we do not know, is in contact with Lois because he would like to include
details about her father's life in a book he is writing, and Lois has to feed
him with information. Lois's father was one of the church's most famous
preachers. Again, poor Lois !!!!!
21:00 Lois has finished her
pop-up shop assignments and we watch a bit of television, a documentary about the
Spanish Civil War (first part of two). The host of the program is the charming
Michael Portillo, who was one of Maggie Thatcher's former ministers in the
1980s.
Good grief - a disastrous mistake
on our part to decide to watch this programme just before we go to bed because
the story turns out to be so bloody, violent and tragic. Michael Portillo, the
host of the program, has a personal interest in the story because his Spanish father
was involved in the war and was expelled to Britain as a result.
The main conclusion I drew from
the program is that each side in the civil war (nationalists and republicans)
was as bad as the other when it came to atrocities etc. and Britain and other
democratic countries had the best idea, in resisting the temptation to get
involved. And I'm surprised to hear that some naive intellectuals from the
western world, such as George Orwell and Ernest Hemingway, thought they could
contribute something by travelling to Spain and playing some or other role.
22:00 We go to bed and we are
lucky to be able to fall asleep in spite of Michael's tragic documentary ha ha
ha - zzzzzz !!!!
05:30 I get up and do one of my
routine Danish vocabulary tests. I take a little look on line.
A piece of good news for me: rainy
weather tomorrow in the seaside resort of Bournemouth, where we travel today to
attend Julia's wedding tomorrow. A bit of a shame from Julia's point of view,
but it could mean that the planned outdoor games have to be cancelled, and
maybe guests can relax in the pub instead of running about in the pub's garden -
hurrah! But I must not be selfish ha ha ha.
It reminds me of my school days -
I had the habit on Thursdays of praying for rain so I did not have to do
cricket or rugby. My goodness, what a whinger I am ha ha ha !!!!!
outdoor games - yikes !!!
....although the weather
girl says it's going to rain heavily !!!
07:45 I hop back into bed with Lois
and we drink our morning tea. We have to leave at 10 o'clock to drive south and
check in at our guesthouse in the seaside resort of Barton-on-Sea .....
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