Tuesday, 18 June 2013

Out Hunting

Hello, hello

Have you observed in this technological age that anything involving a telephone company and a broadband company is like dealing with Luddites? Since my move into the annexe and the family's move into the main house, my son-in-law has probably spent more hours on the telephone to these companies than he would wish to record. It should be the easiest thing. We want a telephone line and broadband; they want our money and business. I was thinking that I might have to resort to using pigeons to send out my messages... when enter elder daughter on horseback (sorry, getting carried away!) bearing a gift from John Lewis of a Three.co.uk mobile wireless modem. This useful gift is a life-saver while the telephone company and the broadband company decide whose turn it is to flick the switch to connect us. The modem is not the cheapest way to get on-line but I am assured that the broadband company will reimburse us by way of apology as they really, really want our business.

Don't these people know that it is time for Rinda's 2013 Scavenger Hunt; Alexa's Simply a Moment and before you know it, Storytelling Sunday3 over at Sian's place? Not forgetting the number of blog posts I haven't commented on recently and if that means Yours, please accept my apologies.

You may have noticed that I slipped in a photograph of bees after my rant. I hope it has held your attention long enough to read on.

This past weekend was quite eventful. The neighbours who live the other side of a large hedge at the bottom of our garden keep bees. It isn't the first time that their bees have swarmed into the garden. They usually hang off a tree but this time fastened themselves onto a post that holds up the vine attached to the house. Luckily, we were indoors but doors and windows had to rapidly be closed as the bees buzzed and fretted while being disorientated. We rang our neighbours only to hear they were away. After further inquiry, another bee-keeper was found who said that he would be happy to come and collect them. It was the start of the weekend, we didn't want to be 'trapped' indoors the whole time until our neighbours returned and, more importantly, the son-in-law and myself are allergic to bee stings. We gratefully accepted his offer.

The grandchildren were enthralled. It so happened that their parents were off to the Races that evening and I was babysitting. We spent a happy hour watching the bee-man and bee-lady using a smoker to quieten the bees down and then remove the nest onto a sheet they had spread on the lawn. My six year old granddaughter could not have been more thrilled when the bee-lady arrived wearing pink apparel, leopard skin boots and mauve marigolds. Not our usual Friday night entertainment but definitely one of excitement.

I am going to offer up the photograph of the bees for Number 9 on the Scavenger Hunt List: A photo with someone or something that is clearly out of place or doesn't belong.  

Until the next time, thanks for joining me.

Sunday, 2 June 2013

Cherished possession

Over the years, I have had many collections. Books and fabric immediately spring to mind but there have been smaller items too. For instance, when I lived in Asia, I would purchase a small box from whichever country I was visiting to remind me of that happy visit. This collection got very out of hand as people observed that I liked boxes and I was overwhelmed with gifts of them from all parts of the globe.

Many years ago, I was fortunate enough to inherit a glass paperweight. I had always admired it as it sat atop a pile of correspondence on a relative's desk. By this time, there were quite a few paperweights in my collection, mainly made of cast iron that I loved for their intricate carvings and the memory of the ones that were used in the legal offices where I began my career. I only had to look at them to be immediately transported back to high desks, ink wells, and stacks of handwritten Wills and Divorce Petitions underneath heavy paperweights. This probably sounds very Dickensian and it was! 

I never tire of how this glass apple-shaped paperweight reflects the light and the amazing images it can portray. As it sits on my desk, the wood of the desk seems captured in the top half of the apple and if placed on a window ledge, gives a wholly unexpected view of the garden. It sits quite comfortably in the hand, though rather heavy, is not of any intrinsic value but to me so very precious. When I had my recent cull of possessions, I couldn't bear to part with it for it reminds me not only of a relative I loved, but also stirs within me some very treasured memories.

If you would like to read some more Precious stories, why don't you pop on over to visit Sian at From High in the Sky for Storytelling Sunday 3, Pick Your Precious? You may even have a story that you would like to share. You will be made most welcome.

Apologies too if you have popped in here recently. I have been laid low with a nasty viral infection from which I am only now surfacing. It seems you have all been super busy in my absence and I have a lot of catching up to do. There seems to have been a swap of Very Small Things that the amazing Sian organised. How could I have missed that ...

Enjoy what remains of the weekend.