08:30 Lois and I tumble out of the shower, and prepare to receive two deliveries, the first being our general groceries for next week, that will be coming from Budgens convenience store in the village. Luckily Lois is around when they come, because she spots they are leaving us somebody else's groceries - what madness! We fortunately manage to get the delivery guy's attention just before he drives off, and he gets the right boxes out of his car for us. Disaster averted.
11:00 We talk on whatsapp with Sarah, our younger daughter who lives just outside Perth, Australia, together with Francis and their 7-year-old twins, Lily and Jessica. Sarah had a car accident last week while driving home, when a "young idiot" took a sudden U-turn right in front of her and smashed into the side of her car, which was a total wreck. Sarah wasn't seriously injured fortunately, but she is having regular physiotherapy for strains in her neck and shoulder.
Her car was worth $15000 but her insurance company is only giving her $10000 compensation. Luckily her boss wants to offload a much better car, a newish Toyota Kruger, which I've never heard of, and he only wants $10000 for it - so she's really got lucky there. My god!
we talk on whatsapp with Sarah, our daughter in Perth, Australia, and with her 7-year-old twins Lily and Jessie,
11:45 Our second delivery of the day comes - from Iceland Supermarkets. We cobbled together a list for them yesterday, mainly because we are addicted to their frozen sausage rolls, but we had to think of some other things, just to make up the minimum amount to avoid a delivery charge - we're so tight with money haha!!!
the village of Tredington
When we get back to Cheltenham, we take a walk up the road, and have a look at the horrible new houses being built there - it's weekend, so there's nobody working there on the building site today - and yes, the houses are truly awful, we confirm. Yikes!!!!
me and my hand-gel: Lois and I look at the horrible new houses just up the road - my god!!!!!
The bells are ringing, for me and my hand-gel.
The birds are singing, for me and my hand-gel.
Ev'rybody's been knowing, to a wedding they're going.
And for weeks they've been sewing, every Suzie and Sal.
The birds are singing, for me and my hand-gel.
Ev'rybody's been knowing, to a wedding they're going.
And for weeks they've been sewing, every Suzie and Sal.
(And yes, I realise those lyrics don't really make sense! I probably need to work on them a bit more.)
We take a peep through the windows of the new houses, but you can't see much. We think they've started to fit one of them up as a "show home" - with a couple of horrible modern sofas that you can only lie or half-lie on: they're not suitable for just sitting on, because they're too deep - what madness! And of course the living-rooms - what they call "living spaces" nowadays - have a big tv on the wall. What a crazy world we live in - ugh!!!!
19:00 After dinner I have another go at that lyric, and try a fresh approach:
I know a cat named Way-out Col
Got a cool little chick named Rockin' Moll
He can walk and stroll and Susie Q
And he love that crazy hand gel, too
Sorted haha!!!
21:00 We watch some TV, the latest in the series "The Bone Detectives" on Channel 4.
Sometimes I wonder why we bother with this series, but then again there aren't many documentaries on Saturday night TV that aren't either repeats, or, in the case of Channel Five, a rehash of old bits and pieces about the royal family.
It's interesting in itself that somebody locally important, who died in about 375AD during the Romano- British period in the Stonehenge/Avebury area of Wiltshire, would have had his body taken out of his coffin, and then been stabbed several times in the chest, and also beheaded - yikes, when he was already dead anyway!!!!!!
Finally, the grave-violators, whoever they were, simply stuffed the body roughly back into the coffin, so nobody would know what they'd done - my god!
And we learn in tonight's programme that people used to perform that kind of butchery on any dead people that they feared might break out of their graves, or might return from the Underworld, either to haunt them or do nasty things to them, or both.
But none of this is new stuff. The Romano-British cemetery containing the body was excavated several years ago, and biologist and presenter Tori Herridge's "team", consisting of mortuary technician Carla Valentine and archaeologist Raksha Dave, don't actually establish anything themselves. They just go and talk to various experts in the field and get the answers from them.
The programme blurb quite misleadingly says Tori's team are "called in" when the cemetery is discovered - they're only called in several years later by Channel Four programme-makers, it seems to us!!!!
Still it passes the evening a bit, till bedtime, and we don't have to watch another Channel 5 programme about Princesses Beatrice and Eugenie - at least we can say that!!!!
22:00 We go to bed - zzzzzzzz!!!!
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