Sunday, 2 November 2025

Saturday November 1st 2025 "Don't be fooled - your local farmers market isn't as idyllic as it looks!!!!"

Yes, friends, who knew that our local farmers markets, which look so bright and breezy on a Saturday morning, are hiding a hotbed, a veritable "hornets nest" of inter-stall backbiting and resentments?

Not me, nor my light-to-moderate wife Lois, to whom this story came as a bit of a bombshell when we browse the local Onion News print edition this morning - see page 94 for details!


Well "miaow miaow!", that man!!! But the "new jam guy" furore at least gives Lois and me something to chuckle about today. We drive the 10 miles south down the A3 from our home in Liphook, Hampshire to nearby Petersfield, and find ourselves browsing the local Saturday street market at the unearthly hour of 10am, would you believe!

Lois and I drive the 10 miles south to Petersfield to find ourselves
browsing the local street market at the unearthly hour of
10 am, would you believe!!! [You don't say! - Ed]

It's really a "dry run" for tomorrow's shenanigans, when I have to get Lois to her early morning x-ray appointment at Petersfield Community Hospital, and, as newcomers to this area, we want to work out all the essentials: where the hospital is, what the parking's like, where the x-ray department is [Turn to the left after going through the entrance doors, by the way!], all that kind of "malarkey" !!!! And after we've sussed everything out, Lois is keen to browse the local street market, where we pick up a few choice examples of fruit and veg, which is nice! 

She also wants to support her church's Saturday drop-in coffee-and-cake morning, so we dulry "drop in" there for a chat, a coffee and a slice of Victoria sponge, which is a bit naughty, but you're only old once haha!

(top left) Lois in front of the entrance doors to Petersfield Community Hospital;
(top right) Lois browsing the fruit and veg at the nearby street market; and
(bottom) us at Lois's church's drop-in centre for a chat with her fellow church-members,
a cup of coffee and a naughty slice of Victoria Sponge [partly shown!!!]

Busy, busy, busy! And we've got to do the journey all over again tomorrow morning for Lois's x-ray appointment.

You wouldn't think that Lois and I have been retired since 2006, and we still can't catch a break and have a bit of a "lie-in" on a weekend - is that too much to ask haha !!!! What a crazy world we live in !!!!

flashback to March 2006 - the month Lois and I both retired
- how did we ever find the time to go to work haha !!!

To be brutally honest, however, it's obvious from our phones this morning that my younger sister Gill, and also our daughter Alison, are having an even busier time than we are, if that's even possible!!!!

Gill sends us pictures of last night's evening at London's Glitch Theatre, where her monologue "A Nice Cup of Tea" was being performed by the Yellow Coat Theatre Company. 

my little sister Gill at London's Glitch Theatre yesterday, where her monologue
"A Nice Cup of Tea" was being performed by the Yellow Coat Theatre Company

And our daughter Alison, with husband Edward, are today at Twickenham Rugby Stadium, North London, for the England-Australia "needle match". Alison sends us pictures of the pre-match lunch, where at the next table they spot Andrew Ridgeley - one half of 1980's pop-duo Wham, plus TV game show host Nick Knowles, and they find themselves listening to speeches by, amongst others, rugby legend Mike Tindall, husband of Princess Anne's daughter Zara Phillips.

What madness !!!!!

(left) our daughter Alison "snaps" their next-table-neighbours at the England-Australia
pre-match lunch today at Twickenham Stadium, including Andrew Ridgeley (ringed) , 
one half of 1980's pop duo Wham, and (right) Ridgeley seen here in happier days,
with his 1980's Wham "partner-in-crime", singer George Michael, on his right


(left) another of our daughter Alison's 'snaps' at Twickenham today: rugby legend
Mike Tindall is one of many bald heads featured, do write and let me know which 
one is Mike's (postcards only!!!), and (right) this evening's news report
on the match, which England won comfortably, by 25 to 7

What a crazy world we live in !!!!

It's all a bit too much sometimes for Lois and me to take in, but after an afternoon in bed for statutory "nap-time" we calm down and feel a bit more rested (!), and altogether "gagging" to watch this evening's programme in Bettany Hughes' new series on Treasures of the World- tonight she's in Switzerland.


Lois and I didn't know that Switzerland's famous Great St Bernard's Pass has been used for millennia as the best way to get through the Alps - the remains of one traveller, including some of his clothes, from 4,800 years ago has been unearthed. And, in the snow and ice, there are still, apparently lots of good-luck charms in the form of figurines, presumably dropped by travellers many of whom probably didn't make it, despite the superstitious little good-luck trinkets they were carrying in their backpacks! 

And climate change, slowly melting all that snow, is revealing more and more of these artefacts free-of-charge, which must be nice for any archaeologists with tight budgets - but what madness!!!





Also Lois and I didn't know that the Swiss obsession with watches started a century or more ago, when the local austere Calvinist church banned the wearing of jewellery.. The church forgot to include the wearing of watches, which soon became fancier and fancier, as men and particularly women snapped them up whenever they had party invites - makes sense to us haha!!!

Albert Einstein, who spent a lot of time in nearby Bern, also had a watch - whether it was a "fancy" one or not, we aren't sure! - and it was here in the city that he got much of his inspiration for his theory of relativity. 

In 1905 he was working in Bern as a clerk. He heard the bells ring in the town clock, the Zytglogge, and he had a daydream. What would happen, he wondered, if he were sitting in a tram rushing away from the clock tower at the speed of light. How would the hands on his watch turn in relation to the hands on the giant clock? Sitting in the tram, his watch would still be ticking, whereas the hands on the Zytglogge would appear to stand still. And 6 weeks later he wrote his paper outlining his Special Theory of Relativity, and the rest is history.




Lois and I, as keen history buffs, remain disappointed however, that time travel still hasn't been invented, despite Einstein's groundwork in the subject. It would be nice to travel back to London in the early 1960's, when the landmark failed prosecution of Penguin Books took place, after the publication of D H Lawrence's racy novel "Lady Chatterley's Lover",  a trial which we see re-imagined in a TV play by celebrated scriptwriter Andrew Davies, and first broadcast back in 2006.



The play is a fascinating mixture of actual court statements by prosecution and defence counsels and expert witnesses, and Davies's imagined conversations in the jury room, which come completely out of his head, of course, as they're never made public, as with all jury trials. Incidentally, all the expert witnesses, mostly academics, spoke on the defence's side, interestingly. The prosecution couldn't find any to back their case, which speaks volumes in itself!

Davies imagines the scenario that two of the jurors, Keith, a roughish young Londoner, and Helena, a posher local woman, experience an instant attraction to each other in the jury room, and start an affair which mirrors the antics in the book between Lady Chatterley and her gamekeeper Mellors. 

the jury: Keith (front row, 2nd left) and Helena (front row, 3rd left)
form an instant attraction for each other

And after a few preliminaries Keith and Helena start meeting up and having sex in Helena's flat, really "giving it some welly" (!), each afternoon, after the jury "knocks off" for the day - no pun intended !!!!!

There's a scene early on in the play when the prospective jurors are sitting in a room wondering what kind of case they'll be assigned to.









Oooh! That's a relief then!  

Lois and I, as fully paid-up "old codgers", have to tendency towards "toilet anxiety" and like to make a note of where the toilets are, as soon as we enter a public building, just to be on the safe side (!).

Will this do?

[Oh just go to bed! - Ed]

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

Saturday, 1 November 2025

Friday October 31st 2025 "Feeling sorry for YOUR pumpkin? Well, why not write and tell me about it!"

Friends, am I the only person in the world who feels sorry for what pumpkins have to go through every Halloween? I hope it isn't - and if you feel the same, why not write and tell me your innermost thoughts and feelings on the subject? Postcards only of course!

At least there's one poor little local boy, who's with me on this one, as I read this morning in the local Onion News for East Hampshire - but I warn you, keep a box of tissues handy !!!!!


Poor Owen !!!!! And poor "Jack" !!!!!

And, here in rural, semi-grassy Liphook, Hampshire this afternoon, even Yours Truly had to look away, as my light-to-moderate wife Lois took a knife to our Halloween pumpkin, holding my hands to my ears in case the little fellow cast aside his British stiff-upper-lip and let out the occasional little scream.

I have to look away this afternoon as my light-to-moderate wife Lois 
takes a knife to our little 2025 Halloween pumpkin - eek!!!!! 

Lois does a great job, however, and there are loads of compliments this evening from the trick-or-treaters, especially from the mums shepherding their little tots round the neighbourhood. 

The pumpkin's wry, ironic, slightly sideways grin wins him many plaudits, and Lois's idea to mount him on a little bell-shaped flowerpot draws some interesting comparisons, both with baby penguins and with beloved Disney cartoon characters - oh, by the way, please send your ideas for names to the same address: winner gets a voucher for extra mini-Mars Bars next October, so get your old "grey matter" working on that one!

[Sorry, Colin, I'm just far too busy for any of that kind of nonsense! - Ed]

Lois's idea to mount the little chap on a bell-shaped flowerpot wins her
many plaudits this evening, especially from all the mums shepherding
their little tots through the dark rainy streets of Liphook, drawing
comparisons with baby penguins and with beloved Disney cartoon characters
- awwwwwww!!!!

Yes, awwwwwww!!!!!

Meanwhile, for our 12-year-old twin granddaughters Lily and Jessica, 9000 miles away in Perth, Australia, Halloween is over already. What a crazy planet we live on !!!

Our 12-year-old twin granddaughters Lily (right) and Jessica,
showcase for us their Halloween costumes for 2026:
but for them, it's all over, and time for bed - what a crazy planet we live on !!!!

Here back in England, however, for Lois and me it's going to be our first Halloween since moving to Liphook, Hampshire, back in January, so we weren't sure how many trick-or-treaters to expect. Seeing, however, that we're now living on a housing estate, we had guessed we'd get quite a few, and I had stocked up in advance with 70 mini-chocolate bars - and in the event all but 7 of these had disappeared by 7 pm, when the rush had started to die down.

We're just not used to these busy Halloweens! 

For 36 years, i.e. for most of our married life, Lois and I lived in a house on one of the main roads out of Cheltenham, Gloucestershire. And Halloweens were always very quiet, and (ironically!) a bit "spooky" (!), because the heavy traffic, plus the fact that the houses were spaced far apart, meant that we were lucky to get a single trick-or-treater most years.

We had bought the house in January 1986 shortly after returning from our 3 years in the States, when our two daughters Alison and Sarah had to get used to a lot of weird new things, like learning to "talk British" (just like "mom and dad" (!)) and also having to cope, for the first time, with school uniforms and all that "malarkey" - poor girls!!!!

flashback to 1985-6: a big change for us, as we move back to Cheltenham
after 3 years in the States, buying a house on one of the main roads out of town

And earlier today, we got the chance to re-live our memories of those 36 years, when our neighbour from those times, Frances, drops by for a cup of coffee and a chat, on her journey back home to Cheltenham from Eastbourne, Sussex, where she's been visiting her daughter Elizabeth.

Frances, who was our neighbour for 36 years, when Lois and I lived in
Cheltenham, Gloucestershire, drops by for a chat on her way home from
Eastbourne, Sussex, where she's been visiting her daughter Elizabeth

Thirty six years, until Lois and I sold up in October 2022 - a huge slice of our lives, when both Lois and I, and Frances and her husband Stephen, were bringing up our kids and seeing them through primary school and grammar school,  going off to university and then seeing them get married and move away etc etc. And we recall also all the times we looked after each other's houses, watering plants, picking up post etc, when either of us was away on holiday.

flashback to August 2019: the last time Lois and I looked after our 
neighbours Frances and Stephen's extensive back garden, while they were
away spending a few days with daughter Elizabeth

These, really, were the days of all four of our lives, when you think about it: although Frances' husband Stephen sadly died during the winter 2019-2020, at the start of the pandemic, so it's almost 6 years now that she's been a widow. 

It's certainly very nostalgic today for Lois and me to get the latest news also about some of the other neighbours we knew there between 1986 and 2022, although in some cases it's a bit bitter-sweet, when we hear about some of their recent problems - mainly health issues of one sort or another.

And it makes Lois and me wonder - how long till our luck runs out?!!! 

Yikes !!!!!

Still, we're all right for now, and so is Frances, so fingers crossed haha !!!!!

And thank goodness that we "old codgers" can always depend on younger people to brighten our lives up for us, like North Norfolk Digital FM's to DJ Alan Partridge does for a local retired dental nurse, on his show on BBC1 tonight!


Local North Norfolk Digital Radio listener and retired dental nurse Gillian, has written to seek DJ Alan's help, after Cadbury's discontinue making her favourite chocolate bar, leaving her a bit depressed.

And in a bid to "make a difference" to yet one more of his listeners' lives, DJ Alan rounds up a group of local tradesmen and craftsmen to "spruce up" and modernise Gillian's tired-longing front-room in her house in Norwich, while she's away on holiday.




All the craftsmen and tradesmen are giving their time and labour for nothing, which is heart-warming. And in this scene, Alan watches some of those volunteers in action.





Hmmm, awkward !!!!

The end result, however, is definitely impressive - just feast your eyes on these typical "before" and "after" shots:


When Alan welcomes Gillian home and shows her around, her initial reactions are a bit hard to read....








Oops !!!

Still you know what us old codgers are like, don't you! We tend to like our "old style" living-rooms. But I expect Gillian' "new look" lounge will grow on her eventually - in a few years' time maybe, or in a decade or two at least haha!

But what a crazy world we live in !!!!

Will this do?

[Oh just go to bed! - Ed]

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