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22 July 2025
An old photograph
21 July 2025
This time of the year
I don't remember sports days and swimming galas very fondly as I was rubbish at anything sporty, even the egg and spoon sort of race. The best bit was the ice cream van which parked near the school gates and did very nicely.
I have always enjoyed swimming but not competing. I'm happy just to swim lengths and maybe to increase my distance but being told to go faster just took the pleasure out of the activity for me.
There would be end of term plays and concerts (at least at Primary School) which were a lot more to my taste.
At Primary School there would be the school day trip. I remember going to York and to Knaresborough on coaches and taking my packed lunch with me.
The thing I remember most was autograph books. I had a new one each year. Everyone (or maybe it was just the girls) would tote their autograph books to every adult in the school from the headmaster to the dinner ladies. They'd also get signatures from others in their own class. I have no idea what happened to those books: I suspect they were in the bin before next term started.
And on the last day there was the school report for our parents to read. I think some children dreaded that but I was a smug little Good-Two-Shoes.
And so home for six weeks summer holiday.
20 July 2025
Plan B in operation
Anyway, today I am going to Claxby. About 160 people live in Claxby and about 20 will be in church today but some will be from neighbouring villages. There are eight churches in the group so each gets a monthly service.
You might think that vicars are a bit thin on the ground but organists are the proverbial hen's teeth around here. I take recorded music to the churches where hymns are sung.
Claxby Church takes very good care of me. Many churches are very happy to help people with disabilities but can overdo it. I think it is part of my ministry to show that people with disabilities also have abilities and want to offer service.
Parking is a bit tricky near the church so I park at someone's house and she will feed me coffee and home made cake after the service.
Claxby Church likes to use the old Book of Common Prayer so we will praise God in words which have been in use since 1662 in a building which has been there since at least 1300.
And today I will be there to help people to praise God and hear his word.
19 July 2025
A Constant Companion
The first computer I can remember seeing was at the County Council offices over fifty years ago. I was training as a librarian and the college arranged a coach trip. We couldn't actually touch the computer: we had to look through a window from an adjacent corridor as it was in a dust-free room.
It's over thirty five years since I bought my first computer. It was a BBC one and, compared to the jobby I'm looking at now, incredibly limited. I could produce documents, play a few games and do little more.
It was 2000 that I first accessed the internet and what a revelation that was. Suddenly information which I could find only if I went to a library ten miles away, was now at my fingertips. "What's your phone number?" was gradually replaced with, "What's your email address?"
During lockdown I increased my computer skills greatly and was able to join in social events by zoom, order my groceries, learn crafts, keep abreast of the news and so much more, and I still do all those things.
I've now got a tablet and a mobile phone, both of which I use to access t'interweb, but I still like my laptop best. How about you?
18 July 2025
Annie-the-Home-Enhancer
I now I am very lucky to have some of my cleaning done for for me but, as I am disabled, I don't think I could manage without her. She comes once a fortnight and today was the day!
Jack thinks it hilarious that I tidy up before Annie comes but I'm a very untidy gal and if Annie had to tidy up, I would have to find where she'd put everything. Her visits spur me to sort things. She's been coming since 2018 so she's used to my little ways now.
She arrives with all her own gear - cloths, sprays and even Henry the Hoover. The only thing I supply is an electric scrubbing brush. When she goes my home is wonderful.
But she's going on holiday soon so I will have a whole month without Annie. Bother!
17 July 2025
Plan B
A few weeks ago I went to see Steve and he asked me how I see my contribution to church life and ministry these days.
"I'm Plan B" I said. I explained that I don't want to be on a regular schedule for leading worship but I am very happy to fill in when a priest is ill or goes on holiday or when there is a vacancy after one vicar leaves and before another is appointed.
The shortest notice I've ever had that Plan B was needed is just over ninety minutes when a priest was taken ill one Sunday morning. (I've filled in at forty five minutes notice for an on-line service but no-one could see the chaos around me then!) Most often it's several weeks notice that someone is going on holiday. I've been in authorised ministry for thirty seven years so I've got quite a lot of material I can use at very short notice.
At the moment a lot of holidays are being taken. I've done a run of four Sundays and will soon start a second run of four. Things will soon get even busier as a local vicar is moving to another area. Often I'm not needed for several weeks at a time so I sit in the congregation.
I offered to step down on the grounds that I'm getting a bit long in the tooth but Steve seemed to think he needed a Plan B.
And I've now got the Bishop's permission.
16 July 2025
Wilfred Owen
Henry Newbolt isn't the only poet with whom I feel a connection. Years ago I was curate at Shrewsbury Abbey and a governor of Wilfred Owen Primary School.
Wilfred Owen was a Shropshire man and as a young man he lived in Abbey parish until he joined the army. He volunteered during The First World War. He died on 4th November 1918 and the telegram informing his mother of his death arrived while Shrewsbury's bells were being rung in celebration of victory just one week later on 11th November. He is commemorated on the Abbey War Memorial but there was no specific memorial for him there.
Whilst I was curate a memorial called "Symmetry" was unveiled in the Abbey grounds. It represents the pontoon bridge which Owen was involved in building when he was killed.
I wasn't involved in the installation of the memorial but I saw it the night before it was unveiled. It includes a single line from "Strange Meeting" which is about a soldier who dies and meets a "enemy" soldier who is also in the underworld. I read
I am the enemy. You killed my friend.
I was shocked for this seemed to be confrontational and counter to everything I knew about this poet. I went home and checked "Strange Meeting" and now read the line as
I am the enemy you killed, my friend
How much is changed by punctuation! The soldier realises that in death, all are comrades.
That single line has become a challenge to me, that, when I am offended or hurt, have I simply misunderstood someone else?
15 July 2025
Play up, play up and play the game!
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Sir Henry Newbolt. He looks rather too severe to fit in on Newbolt Close |
Few people know the poem from which that line comes. It's called Vitaï Lampada and it's from a Victorian poem comparing a bloody battle with a game of cricket and is extremely dated now. What interests me is the name of the man who wrote it, Sir Henry Newbolt.
Sir Henry was born in Walsall but for some reason I don't know, he was educated at Caistor Grammar School. The close on which I live is near the grammar school playing fields and it bears his name, Newbolt Close.
It's a close of about thirty detached bungalows, mostly occupied by older people. It's a friendly place and everyone waves or speaks to each other when passing. A few neighbours go outside on Thursdays at 11am for the Newbolt Nattering. We know about each other's dogs and hear about grandchildren. Volunteers for keeping an eye on houses and gardens when people go away are readily found. And sometimes surplus vegetables/flowers/plants are dished out.
Newbolt's other well known poem is "Drake's Drum" about the legend that the drum Sir Francis Drake took with him when he circumnavigated the world will be heard beating when momentous events take place. Legend has it that the drum was last heard during the Dunkirk evacuations in 1940.
I think Newbolt would have approved of Sir Francis. After all, another legend has it that Drake is the sea captain who refused to be distracted from his game of bowls just because the Spanish Armada had been sighted. He definitely played up, played up and played the game!
(Thank you, Tracy, for your suggestion about the life of our street. This isn't quite what you said but you sparked an idea.)
14 July 2025
Where? What? How?
I've done quite a run of daily posts, probably the longest unbroken run I have ever had.
I've reflected on words, including my own name. I've also moaned about elderspeak.
I've thought about the garden and the chap who keeps it looking good.
I've written about the things I do to keep myself happy, like walking, drawing, eating ice cream.
I've talked about Lincolnshire, especially Brigg and initiated you into its distinctive language.
I've explained my Sunday gear when it was too hot to wear it!
Yesterday when I got home from church I was too hot (and tired) to do anything - again.
So I've run out of ideas for blog posts. Have you got any?
13 July 2025
I have no idea!

This evening while I was making my way around the raised vegetable bed something brushed against my leg. A courgette. At least two feet long! How on earth had I missed this! And I have no idea what variety of courgette this is. Can you help? I think it is a grafted plant. Fortunately I bought just one as it appears to be very prolific.
But while I was outside I also picked my first "big" tomato of the season. I've been eating cherry tomatoes for several days but this is the first full size jobby of 2025.
And at least every other day I have picked a bunch of sweet peas.
Jack tells me his his own garden isn't doing nearly as well as mine. Tee hee. Shame about that!
12 July 2025
Innit 'ot!
I know many of you live in much warmer climes than we have here in Lincolnshire, but domestic air conditioning is pretty well unknown here. We don't get enough hot weather to justify the expense.
Last night I waited until after eight o'clock to go to the supermarket and even then it was noticeable that people were lingering in the chilled and frozen food aisles just to be in the cooler air.
Yesterday morning I visited some friends who had come home early from their narrowboat because the dog just couldn't take the heat any more. I have to say that the cool air in their stone cottage would have tempted me to stay at home too. It was WONDERFUL!
11 July 2025
Perfect?
I think the modern phrase for this is "winging it". I like that as it reminds me that I get through only by the intervention of angels!
I've never got my life together and I doubt if I ever will and that's OK. Thing is though, that I give myself full permission just to do my best with the housework, cooking, blogging or whatever. And sometimes my best really isn't very good. So I give myself permission to do what I can. People seeing me might think they are looking at the blooper reel of my life but I know that they're looking at the highlights!
So, I invite you to raise your half empty coffee mug (forget the messy ring you left behind): raise it to the beautiful chaos that is being human.
Here's to you and me in all our wonderful imperfections!
10 July 2025
Is tha one o the frim folk?
In a few minutes I’ll be having my daily phone call with Jack and some people would find it difficult to know what we are talking about. You know already that Lincolnshire ducks don’t quack. But did you know that you too could be a duck as it’s also a term of endearment? And maybe I would have to duck if that’s what I called you and you fetched me a clout! And then I might end up beeling (crying).
It's been ower 'ot bi aife (it’s been very hot lately) and in the absence of a pool to dive into, I’ve been diving into Lincolnshire dialect. It seemed a better idea than being as mardy as me bum (sulky). Don’t get frit, though. (Margaret Thatcher once used “frit” in the House of Commons to taunt an opponent whom she accused of running scared.)
But that name “Yellow Belly” which we Lincolnshire folk proudly use of ourselves, is actually a mystery. There are many theories about its origin, but no-one really knows.
09 July 2025
Living alone
I wouldn’t have liked to be Robinson Crusoe. I like my own company but I’d prefer to share it with a freezer full of wonderful food, a comfortable chair and a sanctuary of a bed. Truth to tell, I think solitude is luxurious!
Alone is a neutral word, neither happy
nor sad, but loneliness is horrid. I
like solitude, alone-ness freely chosen and embraced. Many days I see no-one, but I have up to two regular phone
calls so I am not totally alone.
I talk to myself quite a lot because I
get the best answers from myself. I don’t
want to argue with anyone and when I am alone there is little danger of
that. I can do what I want when I want:
I had two lovely snoozes yesterday and spent a couple of happy hours
listening to Radio 4 podcasts whilst I crocheted.
My diet is, to put it bluntly,
idiosyncratic. All I fancied for
breakfast was a toasted cheese and chutney sandwich and I enjoyed it so much I
had the same again for lunch. And both
went down well with a P G Wodehouse short story (audiobook).
I live in a state of chaos. Honestly.
I’m very untidy and the cleaner’s main function is to spur me on to make
the place moderately tidy. She comes
once a fortnight so I can still have twelve days of chaos between visits.
If anyone phones to say they’re on the
way I have a well-rehearsed dash-and-stash routine but it may take me a while to
find the bed before I retire. That’s OK:
I enjoy visits from friends: happy to see them come and happy to see them
go.
Anybody else like their own company best?
08 July 2025
Did you just call me Twinkle?
The last time I went to our local chemist's with a prescription the assistant persisted in calling me Twinkle. Eventually I called her Petal which caused amusement among the other older people in the shop but the assistant was none too pleased.
According to The Guardian yesterday, this is "benevolent ageism". The speaker means well but is unwittingly patronising when s/he uses "elderspeak".
It's not always easy. In some places calling a stranger Love is elderspeak but around here you can be Love at any age. Disability also brings verbal discrimination and people with disabilities often find themselves being treated like children.
There is no malice intended and usually the speaker is trying to be kind and show him/herself willing to help and "make allowances".
But I still don't like it. How about you?
07 July 2025
Down the Rabbit Hole
Thee are quite a few shops belonging to national chains like Tesco, B & M, and Boots but there are also independent shops.
Just along the road is Brian's Hardware which sells everything to do with hardware, DIY and gardening! I even bought my mobility scooter there and they maintain it for me.
Like most High Streets, Brigg is struggling but I for one appreciate the quality of the goods, the expertise freely offered and the sheer quirkiness of our independent shops.
And there are far more like this in Brigg.
06 July 2025
Do you aestivate?
I did, last weekend. Everything was just too much so I aestivated with just about everyone else. It felt like the only thing to do. Aestivation is essential for quite a few invertebrates but this vertebrate favours the idea too.
Aestivation is the summer equivalent of hibernation. It's an adaptation for survival in high temperatures or drought conditions to stop desiccation (drying out) of the animal. I just use the word for getting through a heatwave!
There are lots of wonderful words associated with summer. It's the time of frondesence when leaves and plants are in full bloom. It's a season to long for zephyrs, those lovely breezes. (Am I showing my age too much when I say that zephyr makes me think of cars?)
I think I might be aestivating again by the end of this week
05 July 2025
5th July 2014
That was the date I started this blog.
I'd been reading other people's blogs for some time before I decided to take the plunge. Many of my favourite blogs from those days have disappeared - Frugal Queen (I watch her videos on YouTube now), Mama's Mercantile, Baroness Prudent Spending, $12 a day to name a few. I think the blog I have been reading longest is Tracing Rainbows, where the incredible Ang writes a post EVERY day!
I've met a few bloggers: Ang as mentioned above, Elizabeth from Small Moments, Flis from An Englishwoman and her Dog, and several others who are no longer blogging. I've had correspondence both email and snail mail with bloggers all over the world.
I've never done a post every day except sometimes in December. My lowest annual post count was 38 and my highest 149. I've shared my hopes and dreams, my friendships and my struggles with disability, my delight in little things and my musings about life in general.
So now I'll start my twelfth year of blogging. If I can think of things to write about.
04 July 2025
Better than being at school.
But I've been free of school for fifty five years. And the great thing is, I don't need to compare myself with anyone else. My body is a weird shape following a severe motor cycle crash and a bilateral mastectomy but I've found somewhere to swim without feeling self conscious. I can sew adequately and take really pleasure in being creative with a needle.
So that leaves art. Shame about that. I'll never be able to paint or draw. Or can I?
One place where I have found inspiration is Kirsten's blog "A letter from home". Kirsten does some lovely little sketches on her blog. I don't think she'll mind if I say they aren't great art but they are fun and they have inspired me to have a go. They are so appealing and immediate.
Then the WI has an on line drawing club. This little drawing (poppies before you ask) was this month's picture and the instructor takes us through it step by step. We use felt tips which must be the most unintimidating medium ever. The instuctor is a primary school teacher who has our measure!
And I've just bought my first paint box since I left school and I'm planning on having a crack at water colour painting. I've found on line classes on painting flowers.
Maybe I'll find courage to put a few attempts on my blog.
03 July 2025
Ice Cream
I'm a Companion on the Wolds (COW)! This is a group loosely organised by the church to offer companionship to women who have been widowed. (I'm just a pastor for the group.) There are about fifteen members and they meet roughly monthly.
Last month we had a very interesting tour around a beehive making factory. Yesterday we met at a local ice cream parlour where the ice cream is made on the premises. They have a small cafe where we had soups and sarnies and then we had a talk on ice cream making. Even better we sampled about eight ice creams. There was coconut, wold gold, mango, fruit of the forest, tiramisu, rum and raisin and I can't remember the rest.
I'll be going back!
02 July 2025
The fruits/flowers/vegetables of his labours
Jack came yesterday. I had to go for a rest!
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He sorted my vegetable plot and planted my winter broccoli. |
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We had the first few tomatoes with our bacon butties. |
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He brought vegetables in for me to use. |
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He checked the runner beans. |
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He's given me permission to pick my sweet peas. |
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He brought me some roses from his garden. |
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He checked the roses in my garden and approved of the "Strulch" I bought earlier in the year. I am allowed to buy more. |
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He must have been in a good mood as he allowed me to keep my poppies. And he took a dozen savoury ducks home with him. |
01 July 2025
Hi July!
31 days of blessings!
744 hours of possibilities!
44640 minutes to live!
And by the end of the month I will have lived through 2678400 more seconds.
There are fun things on the horizon.
I think I'm going on a tour of an ice cream factory tomorrow. I say "I think" because the factory hasn't conformed they can cope with us but I can't think of a better place to go in this weather.
I'm booked to take services three Sundays. The last Sunday of the month I am going to a farewell service for a local vicar who is moving on. She has been really good and she will be missed.
I'm going to a birthday lunch for a friends, a farewell lunch for the vicar I mentioned above and another meet-up lunch with a friend.
My car has its annual check and service which might not sound very interesting but I have a tradition of going to a nice hotel for breakfast with one of my cousins which is lovely.
I'm hoping to get my Christmas cards made. I've been hoping to do that since February!
But the month starts with a visit from Jack. I have savoury ducks waiting for him and bacon butties are on the menu.