Wednesday, 30 September 2020

Wednesday September 30th 2020

09:00 Lois and I roll out of bed, looking out of the window and hoping the rain will start soon, so we don’t have to water our neighbour Frances’s garden again: it’s bad enough having to water our own. The rain starts eventually, just after lunch, later than the forecast, but good enough for our purposes – hurrah! So we can indulge ourselves with another afternoon in bed again. We’ve become so lazy - oh dear! And so small-minded, my god! And we’ll still have to do the greenhouse, even if it does rain.

11:00 Lynda’s U3A Middle English group’s next monthly meeting is on Friday on zoom, so I take a look at John Wycliffe’s arguments for translating the Bible into English – he was one of the first people to do this, but it’s amazing to look back at how much opposition there was to this in the Church. 

Wycliffe says this opposition was partly based on priests’ reluctance to let the ordinary ‘lewd’ people know what these “holy” men were getting up to in their monasteries:  in other words, that the priests of the period were ignoring their proper Christian duties (preaching the gospel, doing what they can to help the poor etc) in favour of enjoying a jolly nice life, thank you very much, closeted away in their monasteries, doing whatever they liked. What madness!

You might think, from the stories, it was the priests, who were the “lewd” ones, not the ordinary people in the towns and villages. But in those days the word “lewd” originally just meant the laiety, i.e. the non-clergy, from the Greek word “laic”, an adjective derived from the noun “laos” meaning “the people”.  Simples!

…or in Modern English, “And here the friars with their supporters say that it is heresy to write thus God’s law in English, and make it known to ‘lewd’ men. And 40 signs that they bring up to demonstrate a heretic are not worthy to list, for nothing lies behind them but necromancy [i.e. black magic].”

14:00 We go to bed. At 3:30 pm Lois is asleep, so I creep out and do Frances’s greenhouse in the pouring rain. She should be coming back tonight or tomorrow, so we can relax again.

20:00 We watch some tv, the second part in an interesting series on “The Secret History of Writing”.

This episode is all about paper and printing, which is fair enough, but much more surprising that we expected. Lois and I didn’t realise the connection between paper technology and science, maths etc. Who would have thought it? [I expect a lot of people would have – Ed].

The Chinese found a way of producing cheap, durable paper (from the bark of mulberry trees) as long ago as the 7th century, but they kept quiet about it – it was so cheap that over a thousand years ago ordinary people could afford to buy blank notebooks to record their thoughts in. This would have been totally inconceivable in Europe, where parchment, the only medium available, cost a fortune.

The Islamic world found out about the top secret Chinese paper-making, sort of by accident – at the time of the Tang dynasty, an invading Chinese army was defeated by Islamic forces in 751 at the battle of Talas in Central Asia, when a captured Chinese baggage train was found to contain a group of papermakers. 

The Islamic world quickly mastered the skills required,  and the resulting ability to produce cheap paper was an important element in the extraordinary flourishing of science and mathematics in the Arab world, at a time when European science was still in the Dark Ages.

Eventually the knowledge spread to Europe but not for hundreds of years, and this was when Europe finally took the lead, profiting from the fact that Europeans used the regular, discrete characters of the Latin alphabet: this made printing using new moveable type so easy, compared to both Arabic and Chinese writing, whose squiggly forms, in different ways, presented so many challenges to anybody wanting to mass-produce books etc. The price of books plummeted in Europe and the reading public expanded exponentially. And science and maths took off as well. Simples!

Not many people in the West today realize the part the Chinese played in all this. Witness this week’s Only Connect quiz, where contestants were asked to find a link between 4 concepts: printing, the compass, papermaking and gunpowder.

Lois and I knew the correct answer, needless to say [I don't think that's a given - Ed] ; that they were all invented, or first developed, in China. But both teams of contestants struck out on this question, which shows how little is known generally about the earlier history of paper and writing. Oh dear!!



The Radio Times blurb about this programme also stresses the German inventions, I see. Many people obviously know all about the 15th century printing revolution in Germany with Gutenberg etc. But they don’t seem to know about everything that went before it, further east. What a crazy world we live in!!! 

[All right, you've made your point  - there's no need to keep labouring it! - Ed]

22:00 We go to bed – zzzzzzzz!!!!!

 


Tuesday, 29 September 2020

Tuesday September 29th 2020

A frustrating day – both Lois and I are still suffering from various aches and pains. Lois rings the pharmacy to see what they recommend as pain-killers, given her other medication, and what dosage they suggest. I get an initially encouraging letter from the local General Hospital, inviting me to telephone them to make an appointment with their Physiotherapy Department. I do this, only to find that it’s only going to be a telephone appointment, and, not only that, they haven’t got a vacancy till November!! What a crazy world we live in !!!

our local General Hospital

Six weeks is quite a long time to wait, so I’m going to adopt a self-help approach in the meantime and find out some things on the internet that could help me. What madness!!!!!

14:00 After lunch we spend a couple of hours in bed. Then we get up and pick some more raspberries in our back garden: it’s getting to close of the season, but there are still plenty to pick. What a year it’s been for fruit – my god!

16:00 We enjoy a naughty muffin on the sofa. Then I pick up my smartphone and look at an email from Lynda, the leader of the local U3A Middle English group. We are scheduled to have the monthly group meeting on zoom on Friday, but as usual Lynda leaves it to the last minute to send out instructions about what we’ll be studying, which is a pity – it only gives us two days or so to cram in all the research, so we’ll all be rushing it again. Every month she says she’ll try and do better next time, but we’re still waiting for that to happen – oh dear!

We’re going to be studying some of John Wycliffe’s writings from the 14th century. Wycliffe was one of the early translators of the Bible into English, and he sort of anticipated a lot of the feelings about the corruption of the contemporary Church that later led to the Protestant Reformation.

I take a quick look at the extract I have personally  been assigned, and I quickly see Wycliffe having a go at the monks of the day, who, closeted in their monasteries, and spending their days in contemplation, were ignoring the common people outside who could possibly benefit from their help and wisdom. A fair enough comment I think!

The extract reads: “Lord! what cursed spirit of lesyngis stiriþ prestis to close hem in stonys or wallis for al here lif, siþ Crist comaundiþ to alle His apostlis and prestis to goo into alle þe world and preche þe Gospel. Certis þei ben opyn foolis, and don pleynly aȝenst Cristis Gospel; and, ȝif þei meyntenen þis errour, þei ben cursed of <God>, and ben perilous ypocritis and heretikis also.”

…or in modern English,  “Lord, what cursed spirit of liars stirs priests to closet themselves in stones or walls for all their life, since Christ commands all his apostles and priests to go into all the world and preach the gospel. Certainly they are obvious fools and are plainly acting against Christ’s gospel; and if they maintain this error, they are cursed by God, and are dangerous hypocrites and heretics also.”

Fair enough! Hail the thee, John Wycliffe – you kept us out of war !!!!!!

17:00 We have another look at our neighbour Frances’s instructions to us for looking after her garden and greenhouse, and by interpreting the wording with the skills of a Supreme Court judge, we conclude we don’t have to go round there today. Tomorrow is forecast to be a wet day, so if that forecast holds good, we just need to water the greenhouse vegetables then, which will be nice. Frances should be back on Thursday at the latest.

tomorrow’s weather


Flashback to earlier in the month: we water our neighbour Frances’s garden and take a sneak peek at the horrible modern houses being built just feet away. Ugh!!!!

20:00 We see some TV, the third part of an interesting series on “Britain’s Biggest Archaeological Dig”, which features excavations going on in advance of construction phases of the  HS2 rail link from London to Birmingham and beyond.

Lois and I didn’t realize how many “world firsts” we were going to hear about in this programme, which concentrates on the Birmingham end of the HS2 link: world’s first intercity railway, world’s  first manufacturing town, world’s first mass-production factory, “Birmingham, the workshop of the world”, and many other examples.

Much of the dig centres on an old graveyard in the middle of Birmingham, where 19th century workers were buried – and all their arthritis issues can clearly be seen in the bones dug up – especially on the wrists and elbows, as a result of the repetitive movements involved in manufacturing, both in the huge "jewellery quarter" and all the other modern-India-style sweatshops that proliferated through the town. And it wasn’t general arthritis of the sort that comes with old age. 

My god, I hope no archaeologist or TV audience ever has to look at my bones after I’m dead – yikes!!!!!

Lois and I well remember visiting Birmingham’s jewellery quarter in 2014, and seeing the sort of places where these poor people toiled all day, producing thousands of objects – yikes (again) !!!! 


flashback to 2014: Lois and I go on a tour of the museum in Birmingham’s jewellery quarter 

22:00 We go to bed – zzzzzzzzzzzz!!!!!

  

 

Monday, 28 September 2020

Monday September 28th 2020

08:00 Lois and I can’t lie in bed again – Ian, our friendly local window cleaner is coming at 9 am, and it’s always embarrassing if we’re still in bed or in the shower when he’s on his ladder standing outside the window. Damn!

09:30 [Perth time 4:30 pm] A nice zoom call with Sarah, our younger daughter, who lives in Perth, Australia, together with Francis and their 7-year-old twins, Lily and Jessie. Sarah didn’t go to work today – Western Australia has a holiday for the Queen’s Birthday. 

We also talk to the twins, who are anxious to show us some of their favourite books – books about fairies are popular with them at the moment:  it’s a popular theme with small girls, no doubt about that.




our 7-year-old twin granddaughters show us their books on fairies – how cute they are!!!!

Our other daughter, Alison, whose children are older – 14 and 12 - had a lot of trouble trying to persuade her daughters to give up their fairy books, even though they obviously don’t read them any more: the hoarding instinct starts young, it seems – my god!

I read in Onion News that a new book about the pixie and fairy world is shortly coming out, written by best-selling author George RR Martin, in a departure from his usual fare. In the new book he has controversially cast himself as the main character, in a world of little pixies and fairies, a world where he finds he can easily dominate proceedings and call the shots.


SANTA FE, NM—Explaining that the new novel would be a radical departure from his previous work, best-selling author George R.R. Martin reportedly announced to his readers that the next book in his A Song of Ice and Fire series will feature pixies. “And guess what, this next instalment is also going to be loaded with fairies,” said Martin.

“Not only is Jon Snow not in this next one, but you’re going to find out that he was a figment of everyone’s imagination the whole time. I’m in it though, because I’m the hero."

One to watch out for when it comes to the UK, that’s for sure!

12:00 We have lunch, followed by a phone call with Alison, our elder daughter, who lives in Haslemere, Surrey, with Ed and their 3 children, Josie (14), Rosalind (12) and Isaac (10). Lois and I are trying to keep up with the three children’s interests. They all three play the piano, but Josie has recently taken up the clarinet. Isaac plays the violin but he is also taking singing lessons. Good grief – what a talented family! They’re also all good at soccer – Rosalind scored all 3 of her team’s goals at the match at the weekend – yikes!

Ed is still working as a lawyer for some Scottish railway companies, working under rolling 6-monthly contracts. His current contract ends in October, but his employers have just extended it to April, and after 3 months he’ll get the chance to become one of their permanent employees:  which will mean greater job security, but the contract work pays a bit better, Alison says. The family are still hoping to sell their current house and move to a much bigger one in the next couple of months.

14:00 We go to bed for a couple of hours. We get up at 4 pm and go round to our neighbour Frances’s house to water her garden and greenhouse. It’s a bit of a pain having to do this again, after only 2 weeks of respite, but there we are – no peace for the wicked!!!! And Frances has been very kind to us in the past, no doubt about that.

We water our neighbour Frances's vegetable garden

Luckily Frances is coming back on Wednesday or Thursday, and there's rain forecast for Wednesday anyway, so fingers crossed.

20:00 We watch our two favourite quiz programmes, Only Connect, where contestants have to find links or sequences connecting seemingly unrelated objects or concepts, and University Challenge, the student quiz show. 

A reasonable quiz evening for us, and we go to bed pleased with ourselves.

We only count points for ourselves if we get an answer the contestants don’t get. On Only Connect, both teams strike out on finding the connection between printing, the compass, papermaking and gunpowder:  Lois and I know that they were of course all invented, or developed first, in China. Simples!


20:30 We also get 6 answers right on University Challenge that the students don’t get, starting with this one:

Q: According to Shakespeare’s “Macbeth”, what is “sore labour's bath, balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course, chief nourisher in life’s feast”?




Sleep – yes! We know that one all right! Enough said!!!!

22:00 We go to bed – zzzzzzzzzzz!!!!!

 

 

Sunday, 27 September 2020

Sunday September 27th 2020

09:30 Lois is still suffering back and shoulder pain today so we postpone till tomorrow our weekly zoom call to Sarah, our daughter in Perth, Australia, hoping that Lois feels better by then. Tomorrow is a public holiday over there – it’ll be their Queen’s Birthday holiday in Western Australia.

Most Australian states and territories celebrated it on June 8th, but Norfolk Island and Christmas Island celebrated it on June 15th, and Queensland will celebrate it on October 5th. What a crazy country they live in – but we love it !!!!!

The Queen is still the head of state over there in Australia – which is nice, because Lois tells me that one more ex-colony, Barbados, is about to become a republic, and go over to having a President in place of the Queen. This comes after 50 years or so of being independent, although the island is going to stay in the Commonwealth.

Fair enough if that’s what the Barbadians want – far be it from me to criticize. The only thing is, I’ve always thought that Presidents are quite a dull institution compared to having a royal. On the other hand I can understand that it must feel a bit old-fashioned nowadays, and perhaps a bit demeaning , to have a head-of-state from another country, no doubt about that!

Barbados in happier times: a stamp marking the Queen’s accession in 1953

I’ve put together a pretty good summary of the issues there, I think, with some pros and cons for good measure. No wonder I’m such a respected political columnist [No you aren’t – Ed].

11:30 Lois finishes listening to her sect’s first worship service on mixlr, and I rush into the kitchen to make lunch for two:  two lightly poached eggs on toast with water-cress, another of my signature dishes – yum yum!

Whilst having our lunch we see our neighbour Frances drive off on her way to Eastbourne to visit her daughter Elizabeth and the two grandchildren. Elizabeth will be away from home for a few days, and she’s asked Frances to come over and look after the two children, and see that they get to school etc. It’s a bit of a nightmare for Frances because one of the children, who’s about 12, really doesn’t like school, and tries to avoid going if at all possible. My god!

Lois and I will be looking after Frances’s garden and greenhouse again while she’s away. This will give us a chance to see how the builders are getting on with the six horrible new houses they’re building right next door to her.

Flashback to September 15th: we water our neighbour Frances's greenhouse and plants, and take another opportunity to make scathing comments about the horrible modern houses being built just feet away. 

12:30 Lois’s second worship service begins, and I go to bed and have a nap. I get up at 3 pm and we have a cup of Earl Grey tea and a slice of bread with Lois’s home-made gooseberry jam – yum yum!

Lois is reading her copy of “The Week”, which summarizes the news of the last week, from home and abroad. 

She tells me that, surprisingly, the English language often still dominates the EU despite the imminence of Brexit. 

Commission President Ursula von der Leyen’s State of the Union speech in the European Parliament last week was 81% in English, with a short interlude in German and a burst of French at the beginning.

Ursula von der Leyen, President of the European Commission

This heavy use of English was strange, because nobody these days in the Parliament strictly needs to speak anything other than their mother tongue, because of the availability of simultaneous translations.

The reason why English often still displays this kind of prominence is apparently the desire of speakers to reach a wider audience on social media, writes “Politico”. It’s all very well for the Parliamentarians to make use of the simultaneous translation services, but if they don’t deliver their speeches in English then they drive away online audiences, who don’t have those translation services available – so it just becomes irritating for people trying to listen to speeches on Facebook or Twitter, YouTube and the like, to find that they are in some language they don’t understand.

What madness! Fewer than 20 MEPs have English as their mother tongue now, compared with 116 German speakers, for instance. What a crazy world we live in !!!!!

20:00 We watch a bit of TV, the third and final part of Simon Schama’s series “The Romantics and Us”.

An enjoyable 60 minutes but Simon is now on territory much more familiar to us. He runs through some of the major losses of national sovereignty over the last 300 years or so, and the “romantic reaction” against the disappearance of national traditions in favour of a more “rational” or “European” approach, usually forced on the conquered people by the conquering power.

We see the Scottish poet Robert Burns’s reaction to the Act of Union between England and Scotland in 1707, the reaction of the various German states to being absorbed into Napoleon’s empire in the early years of the 19th century, and the amazing swallowing-up of the previously massive kingdom of Poland by a combination of Austria, Prussia and Russia, which drove Chopin into an exile in Paris, an exile from which he never returned.

Lois and I learnt quite a few things. We didn’t realize, for instance, that the Brothers Grimm’s investigation into traditional German folk-tales and the publication of these often violent tales in a huge volume was part of this ‘Romantic’ reaction: an attempt to reinstate the German ‘soul’, that lay buried in its massive dark forests. It was in part a response to the rationalization and standardization process launched by Napoleon’s empire.

We feel that England has missed out on all this excitement, which is a pity. We were not conquered by a foreign power after the Norman invasion of 1066.

But it’s true you can see some of the national resentment that the Norman conquest caused at the time in the stories of Robin Hood. I’m afraid to say that Lois and I still watch the old 30-minute TV episodes of “The Adventures of Robin Hood” from the 1950’s, to remind us of our youth – oh dear, it’s our second childhood arriving at last!

And perhaps Brexit is our version of a “Romantic” Revolution, arriving 150 years after everybody else’s  – as usual we’re always a bit too late – damn! Well, Brexit is certainly more "romantic" than "rational", to put it mildly!!!! My god !!!!!!

22:00 We go to bed – zzzzzzzz!!!!!

 

 

Saturday, 26 September 2020

Saturday September 26th 2020

 09:00 Lois and I both feel a little achy today so we postpone our usual Saturday shower. One of the great things about being a lockdown couple is that you can be as filthy as you like for a couple of days and nobody cares, which is nice!

10:30 We think about the next meeting of our U3A Danish group, fixed for October 8th – my late mother’s birthday: she would have been 101 – yikes!

As usual I email out to members a summary of the pages of our Danish crime novel, Anna Grue’s “The Further You Fall”, the ones that we managed to read through and translate this last Thursday.

Anna Grue, whose Danish crime novel “The Further You Fall” is our Danish group’s current project 

Lois and I debate whether the next group meeting should be face-to-face, because the local U3A has amended its guidance.  We don’t want to meet in the garden, however – today the top temperature will be only 55F/13C – brrrrr! And windy with it!!!! Brrr (again) !!!!! 

A socially-distanced U3A group meeting on Dartmoor, Devon – brrrrrrr!!!!!

For indoor meetings, the official guidance says:

"The interest group host must carry out a Covid-19 risk assessment that demonstrates it use can meet social distancing and hygiene recommendations within the private dwelling.

• To reduce the risk of catching or spreading coronavirus, try to keep at least 2 metres away from people you do not live with

• Where you cannot stay 2 metres apart you should stay more than 1 metre apart, as well as taking extra steps to stay safe. For example: -wear a face [sic] unless you are exempt – make sure rooms are well ventilated by keeping windows and doors open.”

We toy with the idea, but we realise that it’s not realistic for us all to stay 2 metres away from each other in our little living-room – 2 metres is 6 ft 6 inches, if anybody doesn’t know, and our living room is only 12 ft by 15 ft.

The guidance says you can also decide to stay 1 meter distant from other members, but if you do this they recommend you wear a mask.

For a couple of minutes we wonder whether wearing a mask would make us sound more authentically Danish – the usual analogy for Danish speakers is that they sound like they have a hot potato in their mouths. But in the end we decide that Skype, in spite of all the extraneous noises Skype treats us to, will probably make it easier to communicate with each other after all.


 typical Danish national flag face-masks - say "Cheers!" with this one and it comes out "Skål!" 

Don’t wear a mask, keep a hot potato in your mouth if you want to speak like a Dane! 

11:30 We take the car for a 10-mile round trip to Bishops Cleeve and back, to keep the battery ticking over. We cruise along the main shopping street where we used to rub shoulders with all the other old crows. We envious seeing the younger crows having a drink at one of the pavement cafés. We get back home safely.

We keep a register of our car trips on the back of the front door, so that we don’t leave the car idle too long – simples!

12:30 Lunch, after which we spend the afternoon in bed.

20:00 We watch some TV, the first half of an interesting profile of our favourite conductor, Bernard Haitink, who has just retired at the age of 90. He now lives in London.

Bernard, a quiet Dutchman who has struggled with shyness all his life, has somehow developed some unique way of conducting, that perfectly communicates his feelings about the music to his orchestras, using just his facial expressions and gentle hand movements. It’s quite amazing to watch – and he achieves this effect by poring over the score beforehand, then working with the musicians, always  encouraging them, never shouting. He seems to be surrounded by a total air of serenity whenever he’s on the podium. What a man!

As a boy, he went to concerts regularly in Amsterdam, during World War II. His violin teacher told Bernard’s parents it was essential for his development as a musician. He said it was a bit frightening, sitting in half-empty concert halls with lots of the seats taken by German officers and their wives. No music by Jewish or “enemy” composers was allowed during the German occupation, so he didn’t hear, for example, any Russian or French music until after the war.


concerts in Amsterdam during World War II: lots of German officers were in the audience

He rose to be a prominent conductor at quite an early age. But Lois and I didn’t know that it was the Hungarian Uprising of 1956 in Budapest that gave him his big break. Amsterdam’s Concertgebouw Orchestra were due to perform the rarely heard requiem by Luigi Cherubini, but at the last minute the conductor, Carlo Maria Giulini, pulled out. In desperation they turned to a young 27-year-old who’d only done 3 public concerts in his life with his Amsterdam Radio Orchestra, but one of them had featured Cherubini’s Requiem. The mood at the concert, which became dedicated to the Hungarian victims of the uprising, was sombre, and there was no applause at the end, as Haitink himself requested.

There’s a side of him we don’t know, however, and it hasn’t really come out in the programme so far. He’s on his fourth wife, for instance – “he’s been through four women” as Lois puts it! But we’ll have to wait for another evening to see the rest of the profile.





Bernard with his fourth wife, the British barrister and viola player, Patricia Bloomfield

22:00 We go to bed – zzzzzzzzzz!!!!