Oh dear a damp and misty Sunday - we live our lives in the shadow (almost) of Cleeve Hill - admittedly it's not an active volcano, or even a dead volcano. But at a height of 1000 feet it is technically a mountain, although only a small one. We see it every day of our lives - we just have to look out of the window, so it's weird when it's so misty that the hills completely disappear.
flashback to last month: behind us in the distance -
Cleeve Hill in happier times, i.e. not shrouded in mist
Otherwise I just stay close to any source of heat I can find, including the laptop, also Lois.
She manages to get away, however. And at least she gets some marzipan onto the Christmas cake, which is a step forward.
Our daughter Alison, who lives in Headley, Hampshire, with Ed and their 3 children, Josie (15), Rosalind (13) and Isaac (11) is ringing us at 5 pm today with an update. Earlier this year they bought a crumbling Victorian mansion and builders have been working on it for over 6 months now.
Lois gets to work putting marzipan onto the Christmas cake
Lois and I stayed there for a few days in June and again in August, but we didn't really have enough time there to get fully used to the all-pervading presence of the builders and all the scaffolding standing everywhere. It was only really in bed that we could get away from them - and sometimes even then they were an issue, if working just outside the window during our afternoon naps.
What madness !!!!!
our daughter's house during our last visit - a builder's paradise,
and a builders' car park at the same time - my god !!!!!!
This afternoon Alison sent us a picture of lsaac's room which is beginning to look quite nice now. It was actually the room that Lois and I slept in during our visits, so I guess that next time we'll be sleeping somewhere else.
Isaac's room - beginning to look quite promising
flashback to last June - we sleep in the room before it was refurbished
Well, I'm sure the whole house will look very nice when it's finished!
15:00 My sister Gill in Cambridge has posted a charming picture of herself and of one of her 3 daughters, Lucy. Despite Lucy being handicapped she has managed to raise £2000 for the Scope charity by swimming a mile in a month, all in stages, which is really some achievement, given her handicap.
my sister Gill and her daughter Lucy
Attagirl, Lucy. You go girl !!!!
For some reason I never managed to master the art of swimming. But on the other hand I never really wanted to anyway - maybe there's some sort of connection there? I don't know but I think we should be told haha!
20:00 We watch some TV - an interesting retrospective on the life and career of Italian film-star Claudia Cardinale.
Who knew that Claudia was actually born in Tunisia, and well into her teenage years she couldn't speak much Italian - only "Sicilian" and Arabic? Her Italian was so bad that her voice had to be dubbed by somebody else in all her early Italian films. And pretty early on she was cast opposite Burt Lancaster in an Italian film, and of course they both had to be dubbed.
What a crazy world we live in!!!!
the young Claudia Cardinale - "couldn't speak Italian" !
What madness !!!!!
Lois and I remember seeing Claudia in Sergio Leone's 'spaghetti western' "Once Upon a Time in the West" (1968), and we see a clip from the film tonight, where Claudia, playing the recently widowed ex-prostitute Jill from New Orleans, walks into a wild west saloon one afternoon and approaches the barman.
Tremendous fun !!!!!
22:00 We go to bed - zzzzzzz!!!!!
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