Tuesday 30 April 2019

Monday, April 29 2019


09:15 Lois and I drive over to Leckhampton to donate 4 bags of unwanted books to the local Red Cross charity shop. We cross our fingers that this means the end of the 1st phase of our downsizing mini-project - unwanted books. I just hope we don't come across any more unwanted books as we progress more and more into the less well-known and less well-explored areas of the attic.

The project’s 2nd phase - the unwanted board games and jigsaw puzzles that I've found in the attic - that phase is about to end:  there are now two piles in the garage,  the first pile set aside for our daughter Alison and her family, and the 2nd pile, we’re going to donate to the Longfield charity shop in Bishops Cleeve.

Attics – don’t you just love ‘em???!!!!!

In fact, the world's attics are one of the few remaining "final frontiers", according to a recent study carried out by Cornell University researchers, reported in an article on my go-to news website, Onion News.


Describing the large, undisturbed regions as one of the last true frontiers on the planet, a report published Tuesday by scientists at Cornell University has found that at least 79 percent of the world's attic space remains unexplored.

According to the report, the little-understood lofted chambers of most homes worldwide have not been studied beyond a radius of approx. an arm’s length from entrance hatches, leaving what remains in their further reaches a matter of pure speculation.

"Apart from a small region illuminated by a single incandescent lamp, we know very little about attics", said the report's lead author, Professor Neal Hutchison, who noted a lack of data on both the size and content of the elevated enclosures. "Although we suppose there might be some kind of insulation up there, maybe along a wall or roof line, we have not yet been able to travel sufficiently far inside to confirm or deny that."

"Currently, most of our explorations involve climbing a stepladder or a built-in pull-down stairs, and sticking our head inside there and returning with almost no new information," Hutchison continued. "Even after all these years of retrieving Christmas tree stands right next to the entryway, the darkest recesses of the planet's attics remain a complete mystery to us."

Although scientists have for years been embarking on specialised missions by directing flashlights  into attics and waving them around in different directions, the report stated that they have never penetrated more than a few feet beyond the already well-documented zone near the top of the ladder.

Many previous expeditions into the deeper recesses of uncharted attics have been reportedly forced to turn back due to dust, poor ventilation, and evidence of potential spiders. Sources confirmed that a recent attempt to explore a un-mapped attic near the university was aborted due to atmospheric conditions described as "thick" and "musty".

My goodness, what a crazy world we live in !!! But it is nice to know that there are still a few challenges left for our fine young people  to take on, now that Everest and many other mountains have been conquered, I have to say!

10:00 We pop into the local Red Cross charity shop, and hand over the 4 bags of unwanted books that we have decided to donate to them. Then we swing by the nearby CookShop store to buy some low-fat ready-meals, and take the opportunity to get a cup of coffee and a toasted tea cake at the on-site café.

While we sit and drink our coffee, I get an sms from Sarah, our daughter in Perth, Australia. Today was her first day at her new job, in the Consolidated Energy company's financial department in Balcatta, one of the northern suburbs of Perth, so not so very far from the family home in Ocean Reef.

Her first working day is now over, she says, and it went well. Now, however, she is very very tired, so I recommend her to relax and wind down. She will call us later in the week to give us a more detailed picture of her new working life, colleagues, boss, etc.

We get  a cup of coffee and a toasted tea cake in Cookshop's café



On the way back to the parking lot, we pass by the famous local pub, 
“Sup’n’Chow”, the former “Old Brown Jug”.
A small sign on the door publicises an interesting exhibition of hat photos,
collected by "Lois" (no relation!), but unfortunately we do not have enough time to see it
today and must miss out on that one: it will have to wait for another day
- damn!

13:00 We come home and have lunch. I get a text message from Lois's cousin Brian and his wife Ruth. They are staying  for a couple of days with Gill,  Ruth’s sister-in-law, who lives near Bath, and Ruth and Brian would like to visit us tomorrow. So I invite them for morning coffee and lunch with us.

Ruth and Brian always have a habit of coming either unexpectedly or with almost no warning – good grief! We'll have to clean up a little in the house tomorrow and also go around the corner to the local convenience store (Burgage Stores) to buy something more tempting for lunch - no doubt about that.

I haven’t the faintest idea why Ruth and Brian don't have the ability to plan ahead. They are quite the opposite of Lois and me - we have a habit of planning everything so that we can give people plenty of notice, I have to say.


Flashback to April 2017, and Ruth and Brian's last visit to us

But all in all, it doesn't bother me so very much to have to vacuum and clean up the house. I recently read that the more you occupy yourself with the household chores, the more likely your brain is to stay younger.

The British media outlet The Guardian has published an article in which they write that the little household chores, like cleaning, keep your brain young. That’s an addition to the evidence already indicating that even the smallest form of exercise can make a difference.


Lois and I have to keep our brains young today, because tonight on television is the final of the TV quiz  “Only Connect”. Once again we would like, if possible, to put all the young participants to shame by answering one or two questions faster than they do.

My other preparation will be to drink a strong gin and tonic at 5 pm, as researchers from the University of Queensland recommend: if you generally like bitter things, the evidence suggests that you have a bigger brain than those who don't. That’s some new research from down under, which is nice.


14:00 I go to bed and take a gigantic afternoon nap. I get up at 3:30 pm and resume reading chapter 44 of Njal’s saga, written in the 13th century in Iceland, even though the saga itself and the events in it are much older. This saga is the local U3A Old Norse group's current project. The group will be holding  its next meeting on Wednesday in the town’s Everyman Theatre.

In chapter 44 the feud between the two women, Hallgerd and Bergthora, is still in full swing. In each round of the feud, Hallgerd gets one of her staffers to kill one of Bergthora's staffers. Bergthora does so in return and revenge at Hallgerd by getting one of his staffers to kill one of Hallgerd's staffers.

The two women originally quarrelled over a simple fight about  the seating plan for a feast - what madness !!!!

Hallgerd and Berghthora's feud originally arose
from a simple fight about the seating plan for a feast- what madness!!!!

The piles of dead bodies are beginning to accumulate. Before long, the entire population of Iceland, not particularly numerous in the early Middle Ages, will all be dead - yikes!

However, the two women's husbands, Gunnar and Njal, are still best friends, and they are determined not to let their wives' bloody feud destroy their close friendship. The two men have so far also continued to enjoy a good sex life with their respective quarrelsome wives, which is nice.

Now, however, the shadow of their wives’ feud has finally begun to cast a shadow over the physical side of both marriages, which is likely to be the last straw for all four of them, I would imagine.

In chapter 44 we see Njal hopping into bed with Bergthora, his lovely wife, and he is just about to snuggle up to her, when the sound of an axe can be heard against the other side of the wooden panelling by their bed.



My goodness, what a crazy world we live in !!!! During the almost 47 years of our marriage Lois and I have never, or almost never, heard the sound of an axe striking the wall behind us while we are in bed, I have to say.

Njal and Bergthora in bed - unfortunately they are disturbed
by the sound of an axe coming from the other side of the wooden panelling
which must have been annoying, and also a bit frightening, to put it mildly.

Njal decides to investigate immediately who or what has struck the wall behind the couple's bed with an axe, and what the reason was, which to me sounds sensible, to put it mildly. You cannot relax in bed if you are afraid that a crazy axe murderer might be running around the house somewhere. My god, what madness !!!!

Njal jumps out of bed and goes out into the backyard. He finds his son Skarphedinn, armed with sword, axe and shield. Njal asks his son what he is doing, and Skarphedinn, a little embarrassed perhaps, explains that some sheep have gone missing, and he has decided to go out and look for them.


Njal does not believe Skarphedinn's explanation, and he asks him why he is so heavily armed. Skarpheddin says that if he and his brothers do not find the missing sheep, they will go to the river and try to "catch some fish instead". In the middle of the night, too, I hardly think so !!!!!


My goodness, Skarphedinn's explanations are becoming more and more incredible - I have to say! And I suspect that an axe and a sword are not the best tools for catching fish with - although I'm no expert, to put it mildly. I do not know that much about fishing. But we'll see. I'll read on a bit further tomorrow if there's time.

What a saga !!!!

18:00 We have dinner: roast lamb with home-grown mint sauce, roast potatoes and green beans - yum yum, my favourite! Then we see a little television. The final of the TV quiz “Only Connect” is on. The host of the programme is the charming Victoria Coren-Mitchell.


Lois and I are always happy if we can answer occasional questions that the participating "brains" strike out on, I have to say. But tonight, our performance is a bit pathetic, to put it mildly. We can come up with a few correct answers, but almost nothing that the participating "brains" cannot answer also, which is a little disappointing, to put it mildly.

Damn!

It is true that what we are watching tonight is the quiz's final, so the participating teams are the best two in the whole competition.

But I am especially disappointed that I could not guess the connection between the 4 following things. In my younger days I would not have had trouble coming up with the right answer - I know that for sure.


The explanation is that, for example, in the case of "envy" and "rail", the first letter of the word "rail" i.e. the letter," r ", is 13 places later in the alphabet, than the first letter of the word" envy” and so on and so on, for all the other letters in the two words.

Good grief! And to think that I used to know the positions of the letters of the alphabet by heart!

I am getting old, no doubt about that. I will just have to spend more time vacuuming,  and drinking even more gin and tonics (see above) - I have no other choice now ha ha!

22:00 We go to bed - zzzzzzzzzzz !!!!

Danish translation

09:15 Lois og jeg kører over til Leckhampton  for at donere 4 poser uønskede bøger til den lokale Røde Kors velgørenhedsbutik. Vi krydser fingrene for, at dette betyder slutningen af den 1. fase af vores downsize mini-projekt – uønskede bøger. Jeg håber bare på, vi ikke falder over flere uønskede bøger, som vi avancerer mere og mere ind i loftets mindre velkendte og mindre veludforskede områder. 

Den 2. fase – de uønskede brætspil og puslespil, som jeg har fundet i loftet – er ved at være slut: to bunker i garagen – den 1. bunke sat til side til fordel for vores datter Alison og hendes familie, og vi skal donere den 2. bunke til Longfield-velgørenhedsbutik i byen Bishops Cleeve.

Faktisk er verdens lofter ét af de få resterende ”sidste grænser”, some en nylig undersøgelse udført at forskere ved Cornell University klargjort, ifølge en artikel på min go-to nyhedswebsted, Onion News.


Med en beskrivelsen af de store, uforstyrrede regioner som en af de sidste sande grænser på planeten, har en rapport offentliggjort tirsdag af forskere ved Cornell University fundet, at mindst 79 procent af verdens loftsrum forbliver uudforsket.

Ifølge rapporten er de lidt forståede pulterkamrene af de fleste boliger verden over ikke undersøgt ud over en radius på ca. en armlængde fra loftlemmen, hvilket betyder, at dét, der er tilbage i deres yderligere regioner, drejer sig bare om ren spekulation.

"Bortset fra en lille region belyset af en enkelt glødelampe, kender vi meget lidt om loftsrum", siger rapportens lead-forfatter, professor Neal Hutchison, der konstaterede en mangel på data om både størrelsen og indholdet af de forhøjede kabinetter. "Selvom vi formoder at der kunne eksistere en eller anden form for isolering deroppe, måske langs en mur eller taglinjen, har vi endnu ikke kunnet rejse tilstrækkeligt indenfor for at bekræfte eller benægte det."

"I øjeblikket involverer de fleste af vores udforskninger dét, at klatre op ad en trappestige eller den indbyggede indstigningsstige, og stikker hovedet hurtigt derinde og vender tilbage med næsten ingen nye oplysninger," fortsatte Hutchison. "Selv efter alle disse år med at hente juletræstativer lige ved siden af loftslemmen, forbliver de mørkeste krinkelkroge af planetens  lofter et komplet mysterium for vores vedkommende."

Selv om forskere i årevis har påbegyndt specialiserede missioner ved at rette lygter i loftet og vifte dem rundt i forskellige retninger, erklærede rapporten, at de aldrig har trængt ind mere end et par meter ud over den allerede veldokumenterede zone nær toppen af indstigningsstigen.

Mange tidligere ekspeditioner i de dybere krinkelkroge af ikke kortlagte lofter er angiveligt blevet tvunget til at vende tilbage på grund af støv, dårlig ventilation og beviser for potentielle edderkopper. Kilder bekræftede et nyligt forsøg på at udforske en ikke-kortlagt  loftet i nærheden af universitetet blev afbrudt på grund af atmosfæriske tilstander beskrevet som "tyk" og "muggen".

Du godeste, sikke en skør verden vi lever i !!! Men det er rart at vide, at der stadig er udfordringer, som vores unge kan trodse, nu hvor Everest er blevet erobret, det må jeg nok sige!

10:00 Vi kigger ind i den lokale Røde Kors velgørenhedsbutik, og afleverer de 4 poser uønskede bøger, vi er besluttet at donere til dem. Derefter smutter vi ind i den nærliggende CookShop-butik for at købe nogle fedtfattige færdigretter, og benytte lejligheden til at drikke en kop kaffe og spiser en toasted tea-cake på butikkens café.

Mens vi sidder og drikker vores kaffe, får jeg en sms fra Sarah, vores datter i Perth, Australien. I dag var hendes første dag på sit nye arbejde, i Consolidated Energy-selskabets financielle afdeling i Balcatta, én af de nordlige forstæder til Perth, så derfor ikke ret langt fra familiens hjem i Ocean Reef.

Hendes første arbejdsdag er nu overstået, siger hun, og den gik godt. Nu er hun imidlertid meget meget træt, så anbefaler jeg hende at slappe lidt af og geare ned. Hun vil ringer til os senere på ugen for at give os et mere detaljeret billede af sit nye arbejdsliv, kollegaerne, chefen osv.

Vi drikker en kop kaffe og spiser en toasted tea-cake i Cookshop-butikkens café



På vej tilbage til parkeringspladsen går vi forbi
den berømte lokale pub, Sup’n’Chow, den tidligere Old Brown Jug.
Et lille skilt på døren publicerer en interessant udstilling af hatfotoer,
samlet af ”Lois” (ingen slægtning), men desværre har vi ikke nok tid til at se den
og må gå glip at den: det bliver til en anden dag
- pokkers!

13:00 Vi kommer hjem og spiser frokost. Jeg får en sms fra Lois’ fætter Brian og hans kone Ruth. De bor i et par dage hos Gill, hendes svoger i nærheden af byen Bath, og Ruth og Brian vil gerne besøge os i morgen. Jeg inviterer dem så til morgenkaffe og frokost hos os.

Ruth og Brian altid har for vane at komme enten uventet eller med næsten uden varsel – du godeste! Vi bliver nødt til at rydde lidt op i huset i morgen og gå rundt om hjørnet til den lokale nærbutik (Burgage Stores) for at købe noget mere fristende til frokost – ingen tvivl om det.

Jeg har ikke den fjerneste anelse om, hvorfor de ikke har evnen til at planlægge på forhånd. De er det helt modsatte af Lois og mig – vi har for vane at planlægge alting, så vi kan give folk masser af varsel, det må jeg nok sige.


Tilbageblik til april 2017, og Ruth og Brians seneste besøg hos os

Men alt i alt gener det mig ikke særlig meget for at skulle støvsuge og rydde op i huset. Jeg læste for nylig, at jo mere man beskæftiger sig med de huslige pligter i hjemmet jo mere er der stor sandsynlighed for, at ens hjerne holder sig mere ung.

Det britiske medie The Guardian har publiceret en artikel, hvori de skriver, at små huslige pligter blandt andet rengøring, kan være med til at holde din hjerne ung. Det er en tilføjelse til de beviser, der allerede peger på, at selv den mindste form for motion kan gøre en forskel.


Lois og jeg bliver nødt til at holde vores hjerner unge i dag, fordi i aften viser de i fjernsynet finalen af tv-quizzen  Only Connect, hvor vi gerne vil kunne sætte alle de unge deltagere til vægs ved at svare på spørgsmål hurtigere, end dem.

Min anden forberedelse vil være at drikke en stærk gin og tonic ved 17-tiden, som forskere fra University of Queensland anbefaler:  hvis du generelt set godt kan lide bitre ting, så er der noget der tyder på, at du har en større hjerne end dem, der ikke kan. Det viser ny forskning fra University of Queensland – hurra!


14:00 Jeg går i seng for at tage en gigantisk eftermiddagslur. Jeg står op kl 15:30 og går i gang med at læse færdigt kapitlen 44 af Njals saga, skrevet i det 13. århundrede i Island, selvom selve sagaen og begivenhederne er meget ældre. Denne saga er den lokale U3A oldnordiske gruppes nuværende projekt. Gruppen holder sit næste møde på onsdag  i byens Everyman-teater.

Fejden mellem de to kvinder, Hallgerd og Bergthora er i fuld gang. I hver omgang af fejden får Hallgerd en af sine ansatte til at dræbe en af Bergthoras ansatte. Bergthora gør så gengæld og hævner sig på Hallgerd ved at få en af sine ansatte til at dræbe en af Hallgerds ansatte.

De to kvinder skændtes oprindeligt på grund af en simpel strid om bordplanen til en fest – sikke et vanvid !!!!

Hallgerd og Berghthoras fejde stammede oprindeligt
fra en simpel strid om bordplanen til en fest

Bunkerne af døde kroppe hober sig op. Inden længe vil hele befolkningen, der ikke var særlig talrig i det tidligere middelalder i Island,  være død – yikes!

De to kvinders ægtemænd, henholdsvis Gunnar og Njal, er imidlertid stadigvæk bedste venner, og de er fast besluttet på ikke at lade deres koners blodige fejde ødelægge deres tætte venskab. De to mænd har hidtil fortsat med at have et godt sexliv med deres trættekære kvinder.

Nu imidlertid er skyggen af deres koners fejde endelig begyndt at kaste en skygge over den fysiske side af deres ægteskab, hvilkt sandsynligvis vil blive til det bragte bægeret til at flyde over for dem.

Njal hopper forventingsfuld op i sengen til Bergthora, sin dejlige kone, og skal lige til at putte sig ind til hende, da lyden af en økse kunne høres mod den anden side af den træbeklædningen. 


Du godeste, sikke en skør verden vi lever i !!!!   I løbet af de snart 47 år Lois og jeg har været gift, har vi aldrig hørt lyden af en økse, der slår mod væggen bagved os, mens vi ligger inde i sengen, det må jeg nok sige.

Njal og Bergthora inde i sengen – desværre bliver de forstyrret
af lyden af en økse, der kommer fra den anden side af træbeklædningen,
hvilket må have været lidt irriterende, for at sige mildt.

Njal beslutter at undersøge med det samme, hvem eller hvad har slaget væggen bagved parrets seng med en økse, og hvorfor, hvilket for mit vedkommende lyder fornuftigt for at sige mildt. Man kan ikke slappe af i sengen, hvis man er bange for, at en vanvittig øksemorder måske kan være i gang med at løbe rundt i huset. Du godeste, sikke et vanvid!!!!

Han hopper ud af sengen og går ud i baghaven. Han finder sin søn Skarphedinn, bevæbnet med sverd, økse og skjold. Njal spørger sin søn om hvad han gør, og Skarphedinn, lidt pinligt, forklarer, at nogel får er faret vild, og han har besluttet sig for at gå ud og lede efter dem.


Njal tror ikke Skarphedinns forklaring, og han spørger ham om, hvorfor han er så stærkt bevæbnet. Skarpheddin siger, at hvis han og hans brødre ikke finder de manglende får, vil de gå til floden og prøver at fange nogle fisk.


Du godeste, Skarphedinns forklaringer bliver mere og mere utrolige – det må jeg nok sige! Og jeg mistænker, at en øks og en sverd ikke er de bedste redskaber til at fange fisk med – men jeg er ikke nogen ekspert. Jeg kender ikke særlig meget om fiskefangst. Men vi får se. Jeg vil læse videre i morgen, hvis der er tid.

Sikke en saga !!!!

18:00 Vi spiser aftensmad: stegte lam, stegte kartofler og grønne bønner – yum yum, min livsret! Derefter ser vi lidt fjernsyn. De viser finalen af tv-quizzen Only Connect. Programmets vært er den charmerende Victoria Coren-Mitchell.


Lois og jeg er altid glade for, at kunne besvare lejlighedsvise spørgsmål, som sætter de deltagende ”hjerner” til vægs, det må jeg nok sige. Men i aften er vores præstation lidt elendig, for at sige mildt. Vi kan komme med en række korrekte svar, men næsten intet, som de deltagende ”hjerne” ikke kan besvare, hvilket er lidt skuffende for at sige mildt.

Pokkers!

Det er sandt, at det, vi ser iaften er quizzens finale, så de deltagende hold er de bedste to i hele konkurrencen.

Jeg er især skuffet, at jeg ikke kunne gætte forbindelsen mellem de 4 følgende ting. I mine yngre dage ville jeg ikke have haft svært med at komme med den rigtige svar – det ved jeg med sikkerhed.


Forklaringen er, at eksempelvis , i tilfældet af ”envy” og ”rail”,  er ordet ”rail”s første bogstav, ”r” 13 steder senere i alfabetet, end ordet ”envy”s første bogstav, osv osv. Pokkers!

Jeg bliver gammel, ingen tvivl om det. Jeg må bruge mere tid på at støvsuge, og drikke endnu flere gin og tonics (se ovenfor) – jeg har ikken andet valg ha ha!

22:00 Vi går i seng – zzzzzzzzzzz!!!!


Monday 29 April 2019

Sunday, April 28 2019


11:00 Lois has had back pain for a few days, so she has asked me to drive her over to Tewkesbury this morning because she wants to attend her sect’s two worship services taking place today in the town’s library. I drive her over there and drop her off in front of the library. I drive home.

12:00 While we were on our way to Tewkesbury, I felt my smartphone vibrate in my shirt pocket. I take a look at it now that I'm home - Sarah, our daughter in Perth, Australia, tried to call us 45 minutes ago.

I exchange some text messages with her. She says she is feeling very nervous today: she starts a job at a new company tomorrow.

As the family’s breadwinner, she feels that a lot is riding on her performance in the new job. I try to encourage her, and remind her of how many good qualities and how much experience she is bringing to the new job: her thoroughness and conscientiousness, etc. I promise her that Lois and I will be thinking of her all day tomorrow, and I ask her to call us as soon as her working day is over, to tell us how it went.

Poor Sarah !!!!

flashback to April 2018: me (left) at a beach cafe in the Margaret River region,
Western Australia, along with Francis, Sarah, and the twins

Later in the day, I remember what I should have said also – that it’s the nervous people who turn out to be the best performers in the long run, because they care about doing a good job, and unlike most people they are not hampered by false self-confidence.

I think about sending her another text, but then I remember it’s the middle of the night Perth time – damn!!!!

12:30 I start to read chapters 43 and 44 of Njal's saga, written in the 13th century in Iceland, although the saga itself and the events in it are much older. This saga is the local U3A Old Norse group's current project. The group will be holding its next meeting on Wednesday at 2 pm in the town's Everyman Theatre.

The feud between the two women, Hallgerd and Bergthora is in full swing. In each round of the feud, Hallgerd gets one of her employees to kill one of Bergthora's employees. Bergthora does the same in return and takes her revenge on Hallgerd by getting one of her employees to kill one of Hallgerd's employees. Simples!!!!

The two women originally started their feud because of a simple fight over the seating plan for a feast - what madness !!!!

Hallgerda

Bergthora

Hallgerd and Berghthora's feud first originated
from a simple fight about the seating plan for a feast

The piles of dead bodies are now accumulating. Before long, unless somebody does something to stop the feud, the entire Icelandic population, not particularly numerous in the early Middle Ages, will all be dead - yikes!

In Chapter 44, the seemingly unending series of killings is briefly interrupted by a relatively quiet period, which is nice.

Hallgerd is sitting and relaxing in her private boudoir, along with her daughter Thorgerd, her staffers Hrain and Sigmund, and a bunch of women. It sounds like Hallgerd's allegedly “private” boudoir is actually crammed with people, but I’m going to let that one slide.

It is fortunate that at least Gunnar, Hallgerd's husband, plus his Norwegian friend Kolskegg, are currently away from home on some business trip, which makes things a bit less crowded in the boudoir than it otherwise would have been, which is nice.

overcrowded rooms later became a cliché of popular culture.
See here the Marx Brothers' famous interpretation of the concept.

The tranquillity of Hallgerd's supposedly “quiet” evening in her boudoir, is however disturbed by the arrival of a bunch of so-called travelling gossip-women, a troupe known for their particularly sharp tongues, the saga-writer says.

But it is a bit of a disappointment from my point of view, when Hallgerd asks the women to tell her their latest juicy gossip, because the women respond by saying that they haven’t got anything special today.

My god, what madness!

a bunch of so-called travelling gossip-women rock up
at Hallgerd's home and ask to be allowed to stay there overnight
- but their lack of news only disappoints Hallgerd and her entourage, to put it mildly

I believe that if you call yourself a travelling gossip, it is almost mandatory to bring along some juicy news items, especially if you’re knocking on the door and asking if you can stay overnight in someone like Hallgerd's lovely  home, I have to say!


excerpt

What a let-down! Pass the sick-bag, Alice !!!! And go right back out there, ye travelling gossip-women, and find something juicy, or risk losing your “permit” ha ha!


a typical modern gossipper permit

13:00 I have lunch and afterwards I go to bed and take a short afternoon nap. I get up at 2:15 pm and get ready to drive to Tewkesbury to pick up Lois. I drive over there and park the car in the nearby parking lot. The end of the second service is a little delayed, but finally she shows up and we drive home.

16:00 We relax with a cup of tea on the sofa. I have on my conscience that I have not yet written my condolence cards to my cousin John and to John's sister Susan - their mother, my Aunty Bobby sadly died a few days ago. My problem is that I find it hard to recall many strong memories of my aunt - all my memories revolve around Bobby's late husband, my uncle Bob. Yikes! But I will have to try to get inspiration somewhere. I have to send the two cards off tomorrow. Help, what can I say to them ???? !!!!

18:30 We have dinner: roast lamb with mint sauce, roast potatoes and vegetables - yum yum my favourite !!!!

We see a little television, an interesting documentary about the life of Richard Feynman, the famous physicist.


Interestingly, Feynman became seriously depressed at the end of World War II, both at a professional level, because of misgivings about his role in the development of the H-bomb, and at a personal level: his first wife, Arline, whom he had been with for 10 years, first as her lover and later as husband, sadly  died of tuberculosis at the age of only 25. And it was then that Feynman decided from then on to do things exclusively for fun, both in physics, and also in his private life with his many hobbies.

He became an accomplished artist, and used to sit in striptease bars and draw sketches of the naked gogo dancers. And Lois and I didn't know before that it was really true that Feynman was good at playing the bongo drums, as Sheldon Cooper had hinted in a previous season of the Big Bang Theory sitcom:

Flashback to an earlier season of Big Bang Theory: Sheldon wakes up
his roommate Leonard by playing his bongo drums at 3 in the morning

Penny stands and listens to one of Sheldon's classic lines: 
[chanting] "I'm playing bongos walking down the stairs."
[falls down the stairs] "Never play bongos walking down the stairs"

Feynman was an irreverent man throughout his life, with an irrepressible sense of fun and humour, and a tendency to show a lack of respect for authority, which helped him a lot when he had to fight NASA's secretiveness to uncover the causes of the Challenger disaster.

He personified  "physics with a human face" and told everyone that "love was more important than physics". It is strange to reflect on the fact that he died (of cancer) in 1988, before the development of the Internet, aged only 69.

What a man !!!!

22:00 We go to bed - zzzzzzzzzz !!!!!

Danish translation

11:00 Lois har ondt i ryggen i nogle dage, så hun har bedt mig om at køre hende over til Tewkesbury i formiddag, fordi hun ønsker at deltage i sin sekts to gudstjeneste, der finder sted i dag i byens bibliotek.  Jeg kører hende deovre og sætter hende af foran biblioteket. Jeg kører hjem.

12:00 Mens vi var på vej til Tewkesbury, mærkede jeg min smartphone vibrere i min skjortelomme. Jeg kigger på den nu, hvor jeg er hjemme  – Sarah, vores datter i Perth, Australien, prøvede at ringe til os for 45 minutter siden.

Jeg udveksler nogle sms’er med hende. Hun siger, at hun føler sig meget nervøs i dag: hun starter et job på et nyt selskab i morgen. Som familieforsørger, føler hun, at en masse rider på hendes præstation i det nye job. Jeg prøver at opmuntre hende, og minder hende om, hvor mange gode egenskaber, og hvor meget erfaring hun kommer med:  hendes grundighed og samvittighed osv. Jeg lover hende, at Lois og jeg vil tænke på hende hele dagen i morgen, og jeg beder hende om at ringe til os, så snart arbejdsdagen er overstået, for at fortælle os, hvordan den gik.

Stakkels Sarah!!!!

tilbageblik til april 2018: mig (til venstre) på en strandcafé i Margaret River-regionen,
Western Australia, sammen med Francis, Sarah, og tvillingerne

12:30 Jeg går i gang med at blade igennem kapitler 43 og 44 af Njals saga, skrevet i det 13. århundrede i Island, selvom selve sagaen og begivenhederne er meget ældre. Denne saga er den lokale U3A oldnordiske gruppens nuværende projekt. Gruppen holder sit næste møde på onsdag  i byens Everyman-teater.

Fejden mellem de to kvinder, Hallgerd og Bergthora er i fuld gang. I hver omgang af fejden får Hallgerd en af sine ansatte til at dræbe en af Bergthoras ansatte. Bergthora gør så gengæld og hævner sig på Hallgerd ved at få en af sine ansatte til at dræbe en af Hallgerds ansatte.

De to kvinder skændtes oprindeligt på grund af en simpel strid om bordplanen til en fest – sikke et vanvid !!!!

Hallgerd

Bergthora

Hallgerd og Berghthoras fejde stammede oprindeligt
fra en simpel strid om bordplanen til en fest

Bunkerne af døde kroppe hober sig op. Inden længe vil hele befolkningen, der ikke var særlig talrig i det tidligere middelalder i Island,  være død – yikes!

I kapitel 44 er den uendlige række af drab afbrudt af en forholdsvis rolig periode. Hallgerd sidder og slapper af i sin private kabinet i hendes og Gunnars forneme bolig, sammen med sin datter Thorgerd, sin ansatte, Hrain og Sigmund og en gruppe andre kvinder. Det lyder som om, Hallgerds private kabinet er faktisk stuende fuldt af mennesker, men det springer jeg over.

Det er heldigt, at i det mindste Gunnar, Hallgerds mand, er væk hjemmefra på en eller anden forretningsrejse.

overfyldte værelser er en kliché i den populære kultur.
Se her Marx Brothers’ senere berømte fortolkning af idéen.

Men rolighed af Hallgerds stille aften bliver forstyrret af ankomsten af en flok af såkaldte omvandrende sladresøstre, bekendt for deres skarpe tunger.

Men det er lidt af en skuffelse fra mit synspunkt, da Hallgerd beder kvinderne om at fortælle deres seneste sladder. Kvinderne svarer, at de i dag ikke har nogle nyheder. Du godeste, sikke et vanvid!

en flok af såkaldte omvandrende sladresøstre dukker op
på Hallgerds bolig og beder om at få lov til at overnatte hos hende
- men deres erindringer skuffer Hallgerd og hendes entourage, for at sige mildt

Jeg mener, at hvis man hedder sladresøster, er det nærmest obligatorisk at medbringe en eller anden fræk nyhed, især hvis man banker på døren og beder om at kunne overnatte i en eller andens fornemme bolig – det må jeg nok sige!


13:00 Jeg spiser frokost og bagefter går jeg i seng for at tage en kort eftermiddagslur. Jeg  står op kl 14:15 og forbereder mig på at køre til Tewkesbury for at afhente Lois. Jeg kører derovre og parkerer bilen i den nærliggende parkeringsplads. Slutningen af den 2. gudstjeneste er lidt forsinket, men endelig  dukker hun op og vi kører hjem.

16:00 Vi slapper af med en kop te i sofaen. Jeg har det på min samvittighed, at jeg ikke endnu har skrevet mine kondolencekort  til min fætter John og Johns søster, Susan – deres mor, min tante Bobby døde desværre for nogle dage siden. Mit problem er, at jeg har svært ved at mindes om mange stærke erindringer om min tante – alle mine erindringer kredser om Bobbys mand, min onkel Bob. Yikes! Men jeg må prøve at få inspiration et eller andet sted. Jeg må afsende de to kort i morgen. Hjælp, hvad kan jeg dog sige til dem????!!!!

18:30 Vi spiser aftensmad: stegte lam med myntsauce, stegte kartofler og grøntsager – yum yum min livsret !!!!

Vi ser lidt fjernsyn, en interessant dokumentarfilm, der handler om livet af Richard Feynman, den berømte fysiker.


Det er interessant, at Feynman blev alvorligt deprimeret ved slutningen af den 2. verdenskrig, både på et professionelt niveau, af grund af sin rolle i udviklingen af H-bomben, og på et personalt niveau: hans første kone, Arline, som han havde været sammen med i 10 år som kærester og senere ægtepar, døde desværre af tuberkulose i alderen af kun 25 år. Og det var dengang, han besluttede at gøre ting udelukkende for sjov, herunder fysik, men også i sit privatliv og sine mange hobbyer.

Han blev en dygtig kunstner, og plejede at sidde i stripteasebarer og tegne skitser af gogo-danserne. Og Lois og jeg vidste ikke før, at det var virkelig sandt, at Feynman blev dygtig til at spille bongotrommer, som Sheldon antydede i en tidligere sæson af Big Bang Theory-sitcommen:

Tilbageblik til en tidligere sæson af Big Bang Theory: Sheldon vækker
sin roommate Leonard ved at spille sine bongotrommer kl 3 om morgenen

Penny står og hører på en af Sheldons klassiske linje:  
"I'm playing bongos walking down the stairs."
[han falder ned ad trappen] 
"Never play bongos walking down the stairs"

Han var hele livet uærbødig, med en sans for sjov og humor, men også med en tendens til at være respektløs over for autoriteter, hvilket hjalp ham meget, da han blev nødt til at kæmpe mod NASAs hemmelighedskræmeri for at afdække forårsagerne til Challenger-katastrofen .  

Han personificerede “fysik med et menneskeligt ansigt”, og fortalte alle at ”kærligheden var vigtigere, end fysik”. Det er underligt at reflektere over, at han døde (af kræft) i 1988, før udviklingen af internettet, i alderen af kun 69.

Sikke en mand!!!!

22:00 Vi går i seng – zzzzzzzzzz!!!!!