Saturday, 25 September 2021

Saturday September 25th 2021

 07:00 It's 7am (obviously) and I am on my knees in our bed trying to get a glimpse of Mr So-called Tall Guy (TG) as he arrives for his Saturday morning hour-long mini-gym session with our neighbour. Lois and I are inclined to think that there are still only 2 customers, Tall Guy (TG) and Pleasantly Plump Woman (PPW). 

There has been some discussion between Lois and me about the possible existence of a Third Man (codenamed TM), especially as TG has recently let his hair grow back a bit and has dyed it blond. We still think he's one and the same guy, however. Well, time will tell!

It's 7am and TG arrives for his mini-gym session

It's now 8am and the session is over. Our neighbour (right) sees him out

Throughout this morning's surveillance, Lois and I have kept strictly to the guidelines laid down by film-star Michael Caine, spiritual leader of Britain's thousands of "nosy neighbours".


Film-star Michael Caine shows us how neighbourly
surveillance should ideally be done.

09:30 We speak on zoom with Sarah, our daughter in Perth, Australia, and with her 8-year-old twin daughters Lily and Jessie. Sarah's husband Francis is down at the Nedlands Yacht Club boatyard this afternoon (Perth time is 4:30pm), fitting the motor onto the 20 foot boat the family recently bought.

Sarah is feeling really tired, so she speaks to us from her bed - she had her 2nd Pfizer coronavirus vaccination on Thursday, and so we think it's probably the usual side-effect. The twins, on the other hand, are bouncing around as usual - how cute they are !!!!!

Luckily it's a 3-day weekend over there. Monday is a holiday for the Queen's birthday, which is nice.


The family have recently moved to a house in Perth's northern suburb of Tapping, but the girls have still been attending the Catholic private school near their old house in Lower Chittering, a few miles north of Perth. That has come to an end this week with the end of the school term, and after 2 weeks' holiday, the girls will be starting the new term at the local Tapping state school. On Friday the twins came home with a farewell card signed by all their class-mates, which is nice!

Sarah has been buying their new school uniforms, and hopes to sell their old uniforms second-hand to potential buyers in Lower Chittering - let's hope that comes off, because school uniforms don't come cheap, that's for sure. Oh dear!!!!

the Tapping Primary School uniforms

10:30 The call ends, and Lois and I go out for a walk on the local football field. It's nice to see the Junior Soccer Programme in action, and the tennis courts are full of old codgers too, which is also nice. We have a coffee and a raspberry crunch at the Whiskers Coffee Stand.

we notice that the Parish Council has been busy trimming
the many hedges around the field - nice job!

the tennis courts are full of old codgers

we stop for a coffee and a raspberry crunch


junior soccer is in full swing

12:00 We come home and have lunch on the patio, but our attention is strangely grabbed by the rogue fuchsia that's grown up inside the hedge we share with our neighbour Bob. 




After lunch we go to bed. It's been a bit of an up-and-down week, with the rigours of Lois's Tuesday dental appointment followed by the last minute cancellation of her follow-up Friday appointment. We feel we need to recharge our batteries. 

It's ironic that the surgery has recently introduced charges for patients who cancel appointments at less than 72 hours' notice, but now this week they do the same thing themselves.

Should we send them a bill ? Answers on a postcard please!!!

16:00 We roll out of bed and have a cup of tea and a snail-bun on the couch. Yum yum!

I see an email from my sister Gill in Cambridge. She and her husband Peter and their daughter Lucy have had a wretched day.  Lucy recently suffered a fall, and has spent a couple of days back home with Gill and Peter. 

Lucy, photographed recently with Gill

Poor Lucy then needed help in filling her car up with petrol to go back to her flat in Ipswich, so Gill and Peter went out with her, but they found that all the petrol stations in Cambridge were out of petrol. There was no option but for Gill and Peter to drive Lucy back to Ipswich themselves, and then drive back to Cambridge.

What madness! How stupid people are! A totally artificial shortage, created by stupid panic-buying! I don't know, what madness!!!! [That's enough madness! - Ed]

20:00 Lois and I settle down on the couch to watch one of the programmes I love to hate - Grand Designs.


Chrissie, who has lived with husband in Malaysia for 20 years, has returned to the UK after the death of her husband out there. She wants to live next door to her sister Mary in the flat East Anglian fenlands, and so her architect nephew Carlos designs her a house, which Mary's Mexican husband, Fernando has agreed to build.

There are of course lots of problems during the construction, but as is traditional with the Grand Designs series, presenter Kevin McCloud always arrives in the final reel to find that the problems were all fixed and the house has been built. Then, as usual, Kevin proceeds to drool all over it, despite the fact that all these enormous fashionable houses seem absolutely horrible in mine and Lois's eyes. What madness !!!!! [I've warned you about this once already today!]


Kevin arrives at the finished house, to be greeted by
Gretta at the house's horribly tall front door - 
it must be at least 10 feet high wouldn't you say? How crazy!!!!

The inside is even worse, needless to say. Enormous rooms with uncomfortable furniture dotted about. Far too lavish for a widow on her own. What can she possibly want with all that space !!!!




Lois and I would much rather have Gretta's sister's house right next door - a proper cosy traditional house. What's wrong with that then?

Gretta's sister lives in this much nicer, 
more traditional house (right) just next door

What a crazy world we live in !!!!!!

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


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