Today proves to be another muddled day in mine and Lois's efforts to find a house to move to, now that we've so suddenly sold our own house - subject to contract, of course.
09:00 Sometimes I just don't want to think about it: moving house, I mean. And luckily, an email from Tünde, my Hungarian penfriend, came in last night with some distractingly refreshing news which is nice.
Who knew that British cycling hero/villain Mark Cavendish, a Manxman, has had a shrine erected to him in a Hungarian village bus shelter?
the "Cavendish bus stop" in Zámoya, a little village in Hungary,
which has become a favourite spot for local "photo-opportunities"
Apparently, Cavendish, an ex-world champion cyclist, had to change bikes in the bus shelter in the little Hungarian village of Zámoly, during a recent leg of the "Giro" cycle race event, due to technical issues with his original bike.
Cavendish says he's very gratified by the attention that his "pit stop" has attracted locally, and he has promised one day to return to Zámoly and look at the bus-stop, which is nice.
10:00 When are Lois and I going to be leaving this house, I wonder?
Well, as far as the garden is concerned, there's no winding-down of activity: it's very much "business as usual" for Lois. And I admire her loyalty to her garden, which she displays by continuing to re-stock our greenhouse and raised beds etc with this year's future vegetables etc, and also some flowers for the flower-beds, even though we're probably going to be leaving it at some point.
If and when we do leave here, Lois is certainly going to miss her garden, that's for sure. We're hoping to get a house with a garden, when we move, but we definitely want one that's quite a bit smaller than the one we've got here.
some netting, unfortunately slightly foxed, designed
to keep off the voracious local pigeons and other "predators"
Lois's Grand 2022 Plan for the raised beds
included for comparison purposes: Lois's 2021 plan
The group is currently reading a book of short stories by Danish author Sissel Bjergfjord, all about the hidden passions of a group of outwardly reserved vegetable gardeners, all of whom have allotments in the same plot of land just outside Copenhagen.
Danish writer Sissel Bjergfjord with her book of short-stories
about the tempestuous lives of some passionate Danish vegetable-growers
To mine and Lois's amazement we have recently become the oldest members of this U3A group - I suppose this kind of things happens to everybody as some point in their old age.
Scilla, the group's Old Norse expert, who used to enlighten the group on how today's Danes retain a lot of their ancestor's old Viking traditions and thought-patterns, and who used to be the group's oldest member, has now become a bit of a "sleeping member" - not literally haha, but she only really takes part in the group's activities by post from her son's house in Frome, which is a pity.
One compensation for Lois and me, however, is that, now we're officially the eldest, we can boast to the other group members about how, due to our advanced age, we've already received the NHS's fourth coronavirus booster jab. And when we announce this I can sense a wave of envy running over the Skype so-called "grid view" windows - nice one !!!
flashback to last Saturday - Lois and me at the County Fire Station,
taking the NHS recommended 15-minute rest after our 4th booster jab
16:15 The meeting comes to an end, and, as usual, Lois and I feel completely drained of energy, so we relax on the patio in the sunshine with a Magnum ice-cream.
after our U3A Danish meeting, Lois and I feel emotionally drained,
so we relax on the patio with a couple of Magnum ice-creams
20:00 We wind down with a new Australian sitcom, "Spreadsheet", starring a British comedy actress that we like, Katherine Parkinson.
In this scene, one of her typical dates, Laruen arranges to meet Jake, an ex-professional rugby player, in a bar. Jake had spent some time in England, but when his contract ended he went home to Australia and became a teacher, a teacher of PE as it turns out.
Lauren bundles him quickly out of the bar and back to her flat for sex, and then she bundles him out of the door, saying she's got an early start in the morning.
She has no intention of seeing Jake again, but there's an embarrassing scene later in the show when she bumps into him again at her children's school - he's their PE teacher, as it turns out. Oh dear!
Lois and I are kind-of entertained by the show, but is it a sitcom? Not in our terms, but I guess we're old-fashioned. What these modern so-called sitcoms are is a fast series of short scenes with quick pieces of dialogue, and a string of various outrageous situations following fast on others. And all these short scenes are linked by a few seconds of loud background music with a heavy beat.
There aren't any real jokes, though, which seems a pity. I guess the writers were too busy to think of any.
What a madness it all is !!!!
22:00 We go to bed - zzzzzzzz!!!!!!
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