This blog will also be instead of many ‘Facebook’ postings. Photographically
this blog follows on from ‘The Blog Before Christmas’, with a photograph of the
Christmas wreath that Irene placed on her Dad’s grave on the 10th of
December.
This sombre occasion was followed by a happier photo-shoot
of Joni, Fiona and Tay. Suffice it to say that Tay, being a young cat, was far too
playful to cooperate in such an activity.
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| No, they are not poking the cat with a stick |
On the 14th we had strange encounters. Irene has
a friend who has severe depression. The only visiting hours at the hospital were at night. The ladies left me alone and went off to the ward. Although the
entrance hall was large and modern and it was only 7.00 pm, there was a
lonesome eeriness about it. As soon as I sat still to read my book the lights
went out. The only sound was the hum of the vending machines. I was then aware
of strange figures appearing like performers coming on to a stage. The first one
unexpectedly decided to buy me a coffee and then leave. A limping man dragged a
pile of plastic sacks across the ‘stage’ and then left. Two more gentlemen
appeared and came towards me. One of the men spoke to me. His voice was
slurred. He tried to explain that he was a preacher. “You know, ‘of the good
news’, ‘of righteousness’, ‘of the gospel’ etc.) He boasted that he used to
earn £1000 a month and now he only earned £500. His friend added that he was
baptised as Samson – you know, the world’s strongest man. As they left I
reflected that the staff must think that some of the inmates were safe enough
to wander about. Now, the limping man returned. He sat next to me with all his
worldly good gathered around him in a few plastic sacks. He told me that he was
going home and about the misunderstandings that had led him to be in hospital
in the first place.
The evening of jollity was not over. My party returned and
in our desperate rush failed in our first attempt to get out. At the same time
another crowd were trying to get in. Eventually someone (I don’t know if this
was a patient or member of staff) told us that at night the pairs of doors open
more slowly so that patients can’t get out in a group. Someone had to be the
guinea pig. So, it was not long before I was standing in the space between the
two pairs of doors. Once I had explained, by gestures, to those trying to get in,
that they need to back off, I made my exit. A raggle-taggle of visitors,
ex-inmates and perhaps current ones followed us and we made reasonably speedy exit
from the car park.
Christmas celebrations really began for us on 16th
December. This was the Friday night group's Christmas dance. This was well
attended, good fun and had a Dutch buffet. On the 17th the staff of
‘Stanton Hall Care Home’ made a special effort to take all the residents
out for a Christmas dinner at the ‘The Risely Park’.
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| I am so glad that I have the camera! |
This was a really big logistical operation involving a large
number of people, some with dementia and other in wheel chairs and a small
coach making three journeys between the home and the restaurant. Our friend
Margaret thoroughly enjoyed the whole event and felt obliged to give a speech
of thanks at the end.
We made our Christmas visit to Irene’s mum on the following
day and shared our presents. In the afternoon we went on to visit our friends
Liz and Martin. It was good to catch up on the news.
The weekend continued with a Christmas carol service at the
Haven Church, which had a fun reconstruction (or was it a destruction) of the
Christmas story.
On Monday Joni started his new job at a call centre. We hope
that this is the start of his working life in Nottingham. He and Fiona have
been picking up work with ‘Occasions’ catering. http://www.freeindex.co.uk/profile(occasions-catering)_78627.htm.
We had an interesting story about catering at the Nottingham Deaf Institute. After
the meal came the speeches, and, you’ve guessed it, this is when silence descended
as the speakers used sign language. Strangely, the caterers also went silent,
but had to be careful not get in front of the ‘speaker’.
Today, Wednesday we did our big Christmas shop. We noticed
that people were buying food as if the shops would be closed until well into
the New Year. However, we had to count ourselves amongst the ‘people’. As we
sat drinking our coffee and scoffing our éclair (me) and carrot cake (Irene) we
reflected on the only sign of austerity visible and this was that Asda had
significantly less decorations up than previous years. Were they setting us an
example or were they sharing in our pain; after all ‘we are all in it
together’.
A major project for me, in these, holiday days has been
digitizing our vinyl records. To do this I have attached a deck to my computer
and downloaded a program called ‘Audacity’. It is quite fun to watch the wave
forms appear on the screen and I have developed a speedy technique of splitting
the wave pattern into tracks, labelling them and exporting them to ‘Windows
Media Player’. However, it is a slow process; it has to be done in real time.
It is also necessary to monitor during recording, in case the needle sticks on
the record. (It is sometimes possible to nudge the needle on and avoid
repeats.) Even when the record is digitized there is a lengthy process of
‘tagging’ them to create albums that will appear in media player library.
What has been fun is to catalogue them; sometimes this is done
while the records are playing into the computer. There is a great deal of
nostalgia as the record information is studied and a certain reflection of the silliness
behind buying certain records. (I sense the need for a special blog.)
Thursday evening was followed by a church group Christmas
party. Close behind the wonderful food was the inevitable game of ‘Trivial
Pursuit’ (1986 version). A least, this time one team (I shall not boast about
whose) completed the six questions, got to the middle, but could not convert
the try.
Friday morning was our last shopping day. This was a
vegetable trip to Stapleford. We also wandered around the town looking for
Christmas cake decorations. We ended up at a garden centre. I loved
the little ‘Christmas Town’ figures, but we finished up buying a bird box with
a robin on it. It looks fine on the cake.
Christmas Eve was the day of preparation and we did manage
to go out to a final carol service at the Baptist church. The church was packed
and candle lit. However, the technology let them down; lights went on and there
was a mad frenzy of giving out a few hymn books. It would have taken a Jesus
miracle to share so few with so many. However, a miracle came about and we were
back to candles and the overhead projector. It was a jolly service.
Irene and I
had time for our own festivities. At this time Joni was joining in the ‘Danish’
festivities at Fiona’s home. He was not too late back.
By the end of the 24th we were ready for Christmas
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| The Christmas Cakes |
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Detail from the Christmas Scene
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| The Christmas Tree |
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| Joni's Advent Calendar |
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| Father Christmas was Assembled on Christmas Morning |
And so to Christmas morning. Put out the sack/do not put out
the sack? Out came the sacks. One of them is now 40 years old. The plan was to
have the same number of presents for each of us present on Christmas morning,
but each family group was to have the same number of presents. I think that we
worked the plan well.
This Christmas was to be more adventurous with the dinner.
We had duck. This was a corporate effort, with a little bit of division of
opinion. However, it all came out well and this was the most animal fat that we
have consumed in a fair while. Our traditional Christmas pudding followed this
time with pouring ‘Bailey’s’ cream, as well as the brandy butter.
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| The Duck |
Later in the day Fiona joined us and we did a present swap.
Sometimes you should be careful what you wish for. I was overheard saying that
I would like to do another 3000 piece jigsaw. This is exactly what Fiona and
Joni gave me. I will look
forward to doing it on our return from NZ. Many thanks.
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| Sharing Presents with Joni and Fiona |
During the day we spoke to Joe and Julia on the phone. They
are looking forward to moving into a bigger place so that, maybe, they can
house more stuff. We had texts from Izzie and Iona. We followed this with a
phone call to Tim and all the family. They sounded like they were having a great
Christmas at home. In the evening Sally managed to Skype us and we could see
the girls, Zoe and Emily, who showed us their Christmas presents. However, I had to
leave the conversation early as the Christmas ‘Doctor Who’ started. It was a
case of you can catch up with family, but not with ‘Doctor Who’. It’s a time
warp thing.
Food sort of came and went during the evening around a game
of ‘Cranium’. This game takes super intelligence to know how to make someone
else move like a puppet. Believe it. There was no way Irene could get me to be an air-guitar playing puppet.
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| Fiona was much better as a puppet than I was |
On Boxing Day the weather was almost superb. In fact in
Aberdeen it was 15 C. Irene and I went a walk around Stapleford Hill and made
something of a hash of finding our way back to Coventry Lane.
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| Should there be pipes across a footpath? |
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| Christmas Colour in the Walled Garden |
In the afternoon
we watched ‘Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets’. We then went on to watch ‘Home Alone’. And so
Boxing Day came to an end.
The next day it was when leaving for the Dales' that I discovered an enormous puddle of water in the garage. I figured that it might have come from the car. The water bottles were found to be full and so I thought that it might have been due to water collecting in the car after the recent heavy rain. And so, we set off to see our friends, spending a pleasant hour or so with them. They had plenty of news to share. Some of it we found most
surprising. (There might be more later.)
In the evening it was our turn to host our other Ilkeston friends, Jan and Lawrence. This was another opportunity for exchanging presents, enjoying a good meal and catching up with friends.
Wednesday was a time for topping up the fridge ready for our day with Tim and Isla. Once again the garage was flooded. So, what was the pattern to this phenomena? Although the water was centred on the floor I spotted traces of water at the back of the garage. It was then that I had an epiphany. The one thing that we were doing that we do not normally do was to use the dishwasher. My first thought was that the pipe from the dishwasher had come out of the waste pipe.
Once back from shopping I removed everything from the back of the garage. It was then I discovered a pipe end hanging in the air. Problem solved. When I told Irene she remembered me asking her to remind me to replace the dishwasher pipe after I had completed the garage redecorating. So, I can't take all the blame. At the time of writing I do not know whether the problem is cured. I am reasonably confident, but tomorrow will tell.
On Thursday Tim, Isla and the girls came for the day. Joni and Fiona were with us. Our festivities started with Christmas photos.
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| Christmas photo. Notice the brother with the same cardigans |
This was followed by mulled (non-alcoholic) wine and warm mince pies. Who knows how difficult it is to pour warm wine into a small cup containing two segments of orange. For me it was a disaster, but only Irene noticed, as did the kitchen table, the floor and anything else in the area. I am now banned from the kitchen.
For dinner Irene served up a very nice piece of beef and plenty of trimmings. I was going to carve the beef with our electric carving knife, but, as you know, I am banned.
Before eating dinner came our traditional wave to New Zealand. Perhaps we should do the hukka http://youtu.be/gUgKPyy_tlA next year.
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| Greetings to our family in NZ |
After this followed another exchange of presents.
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| The girls making balloon things |
During the afternoon the girls visited my railway and added some of my new scenics to the layout. Strangely, they removed the mountain climbing pigs and the Doctor Who tree monster.
More food followed and then the party broke up. Irene and I played the new game that Tim and Isla gave me. It is a very clever 'strategy' game. Irene could not get her head round it, but she won both times. Joni and Fiona went out. We watched 'Alice Through the Looking Glass' and Joni came back.
On Friday Jenny and Francis came over for tea/coffee and mince pies (we had four left). This was a pleasant morning listening to the Luckcocks. It is a while since we have spent so much time having a conversation with them even though they are our friends from next door.
The last 2011 events we have are a visit to Irene's mum tomorrow and the New Years Eve dance at the Washington Drive Community Centre, which will take us nicely into the new year.
A HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM IRENE (the editor) AND ME (the author).
