Thursday, 21 September 2023

Wednesday September 20th 2023

09:00 Busy busy busy today - oh dear! And it's mainly "old codger" U3A business - Lynda, leader of our local "Making of English" group is very happy with the so-called "presentation on Elizabethan English" that I'm planning to give to the group at next month's meeting. 

And this could be the very last meeting EVER of the group, because we started a few years back studying the Indo-European language of our linguistic ancestors, the early Yamnaya farmer-tribesmen of about 4000 BC living in the Caucasus area. 

And over the years our little group has followed all the linguistic twists and turns that eventually resulted in our English language and in Shakespeare and his plays, plays which are basically more or less understandable with a little bit of help from standard "study guides"  like "Cleveland Notes" or " York Notes" or "An Idiot's Guide to..." or "A Bluffer's Guide... to" etc haha!

flashback to 4000 BC: typical Yamnaya tribesmen, who spoke "Indo-European", 
the language ancestral to the English language that you and I speak today

how the Indo-European languages spread 
from the Caucasus through Europe and Asia

So our group has now got as far as Shakespeare (1564-1616). Where, logically, does the group go next? I tell Lynda I think the group has probably run its course now, and it's time to quit, but we'll see what the other members say on October 7th. 

10:00 My other U3A "old codger" job today is to read a bit more of the start of the Danish whodunnit novel that we're going to be reading in our U3A Intermediate Danish group. The novel is called "Judas kysset" (The Judas Kiss), and it's by Danish crime-writer Anna Grue.


Danish crime-writer Anna Grue

Most of our members are female seniors, so they're going to find this book really exciting, and playing to all their wildest fantasies. From what I've seen in the first few pages, it's all about a 63-year-old twice-divorced art-teacher at a Danish college, Ursula, who somehow manages to hook up with a 29-year-old muscular Danish art-buff, a young man whose job it is to supply her art department with paints. So he's a pretty frequent visitor to the college in his little van. 

What could be more convenient than that haha!

a typical "Arts Supply" delivery van

And despite Ursula's age and seniority in the college's art department, she has really fallen for this young guy, and I mean really fallen for him - you would not BELIEVE!!!  When she first saw him getting out of his delivery van the very first time he came to the college with his paints, she was so smitten by his blonde hair and grey-green eyes that she almost collapsed - we read that she had to support herself on a desk in the classroom to stop herself falling over. 

How about that for "instant attraction" and "love at first sight" !!!!! My goodness!!!

a typical "art room" at a Danish college

And to some extent the attraction must be mutual, because in the very first scene in the book, we see that the young paint-maker is there sleeping soundly in Ursula's bed, while she's lying awake gazing longingly at his muscular, sinewy body. We read that Ursula cringes every time she sees "her flabby tummy fat up against his hard flat abdomen" - yikes! - but that's not going to stop her, that's for sure.

Ursula is certainly menopausal too. The young man often turns over in his sleep, taking the duvet with him, but Ursula doesn't mind too much. She's only wearing her thin nightdress (Danish: tynde natkjole), but we read that her "hot flushes or flashes" (Danish: hedeture - literally 'heat tours' or 'heat trips') - are managing to keep her warm (Danish: varm). 

Poor Ursula !!!!!!

14:00 Lunch is over and by now Lois and I are also in bed - we've just got under the covers for our afternoon nap and we're just checking our phones before switching them off. 

We're always trying to learn new things, even in bed. And today we're delighted to see, on the quora forum website, one of our favourite pundits, Matthew May, weighing in on the vexed topic of "Was there less sunlight when dinosaurs lived on earth?"

We have never heard this "elephant in the room" discussed before, and, as it turns out, it's quite an interesting and complex answer that Matthew provides:

The facts are that the sun was dimmer 200 million years ago, apparently, Matthew says, about 30% dimmer than it is now - this is because it was "younger" and still "putting on weight", i.e. accumulating mass.

However, it wasn't quite as cold for the dinosaurs as you might imagine from that, because (a) there was more carbon dioxide or greenhouse gas in the atmosphere in those crazy, far-off days, and (b) the earth was a bit nearer the sun than it is now, about 5% nearer, so there was more solar radiation.

Who knew that? [I expect a lot of people did! - Ed]

dinosaurs moving about to try and keep warm 
under a 30% dimmer sun - poor dinosaurs !!!!

Yes, poor dinosaurs!!!!  

On the other hand, Matthew doesn't seem to think it made much of a difference to the dinosaurs in practical terms, so that's all right. But isn't it interesting that things which we regard as constant  - like the strength of sunlight and the distance to the sun - aren't constant at all when looked at over millions of years. 

That's slightly worrying isn't it, now that I come to think of it.

Yikes!!!!

And guess what - today as well - somebody else on the quora forum, another of our favourite pundits, Monica Anne - you know, the Monica who's the Transport Canada pilot? - is discussing the correct collective nouns for pigs and boars, something which Lois and I were discussing only yesterday, quite fortuitously. What are the chances of that happening, eh?!!!!

An astonishing coincidence - yesterday Lois was reading her copy of Broadleaf, organ of the Woodland Trust charity, and she came across the word "sounder", as in "a sounder of pigs", an expression which neither of us had seen or heard before.


Lois's copy of Broadleaf Magazine (autumn 2023)

On the quora forum website today, Canadian pilot and pig expert Monica Anne states authoritatively and categorically, that "sounder" or "team" is actually the correct term for a group of pigs or boars if, and only if, it includes older pigs and/or boars. But if the group doesn't include any old-timers - i.e. it's all "youngsters" - then the correct collective noun is a "drift "or a "drove" of pigs. What a weird distinction to make!!!!

And doesn't "a team of pigs" sound slightly weird anyway? It sounds, to me and to Lois also, that the pigs have been trained and are qualified to do some sort of job, and that they are going around fixing things or something similar. 

What madness!!!

Nowadays it's not fashionable to be too "binary", but have you ever thought how "binary" the world of pigs is? Not only have we got two words for pigs: 'pigs' and 'hogs', but also we've got two words for each of the two different types of piggy groups. [What about "swine" ? - Ed]

What are the chances of that happening, eh?!!!! [You've said that once already! - Ed]

Later I tabulate the words, to make them easier for Lois and me to remember.
We certainly speak a crazy language, that's for sure !!!!!

a typical piggy group of some sort - I'll check with Monica later 
and ask her what she would call it haha!!!!

17:00 We get a text from our daughter Sarah, who with husband Francis and their 10-year-old twins Lily and Jessica, moved back to England a couple of months ago after spending 7 years in Australia.

flashback to September 8th: Sarah and the twins
have a weekend meal with us out on our patio

Sarah often brings the twins and spends all or part of the weekend with Lois and me here in Malvern, but this week Lois explained that this wouldn't be advisable this coming weekend. We have an appointment to get our winter flu jab, with all the other local old codgers, at our doctors surgery on Saturday morning, and we sometimes get some sort of reaction afterwards, and don't always feel too well for a day or two.

flashback to April: we queue up at our doctors surgery 
behind a bunch of old codgers, that time for a COVID booster

[Don't you mean "other" old codgers?!!! - Ed]

Sarah says the twins are disappointed not to be coming this weekend, and she wonders if they could just come on Friday evening and stay till Saturday morning. Lois and I are a bit surprised and flattered by this, but I tell Lois it's probably because the twins don't have any local young friends of their own age yet. 

Since arriving from Australia in May, the family has been living in a rental home in the town of Alcester, while they look for a house to buy. However, the twins have started school, not in Alcester itself but in a nearby village. They've already got some good friends at the school, but these friends don't live near enough to the twins to have weekend "play dates". So, for the twins, their visits to Lois and me at the weekend are just a bit of a change from simply hanging around with mum and dad. That's what I suspect anyway.

20:00 Lois disappears into our kitchen/diner to take part in her church's weekly Bible Class on zoom. When she emerges, we watch the third programme in a new series, narrated by film-star Bill Nighy, all about England's easternmost counties, Norfolk and Suffolk. 




Norfolk and Suffolk are, of course, the two counties where the Anglo-Saxons first settled when they arrived from Denmark and North Germany, dividing themselves at that early stage simply between "the north folk" and "the south folk".


A lot of the programme is talking about young 'surfers' at the Norfolk seaside resort of Cromer, although we suspect that surfing is probably pretty tame on the North Sea compared to the surfers Lois and I saw in the Margaret River Region south of Perth, Australia, when we visited Sarah and family in 2016 and 2018. 

And we hear tonight from local Cromer surfer and instructor, Duncan Borretton, about the pleasures he gets from the sport.








For several years, Duncan has been teaching local residents, like Georgia, this young university student.




Oh, just give the young lady a size 9 next time, Duncan!

What madness !!!!

Well, the waves may be small at Cromer, but I'm going to let that one slide, however, because Lois and I have nostalgic memories of Cromer, which we visited back in 2014, just as Sarah and family had told us they planned to leave England. With our other daughter Alison's family living over in Denmark, and now Sarah and family preparing to move to Australia - for good, we thought at the time -  Lois and I were feeling a bit bereft.



flashback to October 2014: Lois and I visit Cromer, Norfolk

I remember how we gazed across the sea at Cromer in a north-easterly direction, thinking about Denmark, a few hundred miles away across the North Sea.

Poor us !!!!!


Happy ending though. Both Alison and Sarah, and their families, including all our 5 grandchildren, are back in England again with us once more.

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


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