Neat

The Horse Tunnel

I hate shopping! I can think of almost nothing worse than traipsing around shops to find just the thing I thought I wanted. It seems to me to be a great waste of time. So, it doesn’t surprise me the ire I have felt not being able to buy “Neat” refills for my eco-friendly, multi-surface cleaner. I bought the starter pack months ago and really loved the stuff. It doesn’t irritate my skin or make me sneeze – what is there not to like? 

Tesco had loads of the stuff. Now it doesn’t have any. I even tried buying it on “click and collect”. The website said I could get money off until the 17th September with my club card. Yippee! I thought. I picked up my shopping from the van outside Tesco in Wolverton and there was no “Neat” in my trolley. I asked in store. No Neat! I have been looking for the stuff for about a month now. 

At one time I could have bought “Neat” products for nearly every bit of my home, now they are nowhere to be seen. I have sent off to the company for 10 refills which will probably last me for life. It was the only way to get what I wanted. This is an inflation beating way to shop. I shall bequeath the remaining to my children. I just have to remember where I store them at home so that I don’t think I have run out. At one point I had three bottles of mouthwash as I forgot I had already had plenty already. And there was me thinking I am organised! 

Meanwhile, it wouldn’t be me if I didn’t comment on the weather. It dropped 15c over two days and then it stayed really cold so I stowed my summer T-shirts and put my dresses at the back of the wardrobe. Now the sun is shining once again. We just can’t tell how the weather will be any more. 

 Recently the Horse Tunnel by my house flooded from the rain. The watermark was hip level. What remained of the flood was slippery sludge. Where did all that come from in the space of a few hours rain? I have been inspired by Colin, my neighbour who spent hours on a Saturday afternoon dredging the tunnel and clearing up the mess with a bucket, spade and brush. What a wonderful act of kindness for the village. Thank you, Colin. If only I had the wherewithal to clean it up.

Getting Together

A big highlight of my week was meeting Margy in Saffron Walden. This didn’t go without incident, however. The plan was easy. I had checked out a pub – The Railwayman Arms which is a community owned pub for our meet up. The pictures looked good and it said on google that it did food. I got there ahead of Margy and found it only did food at weekends. The barmaid told me The Cross Keys on the High Street was the place to go. Change of plan!

No problem. I called Margy, who said she was running late, and told her that we were meeting elsewhere. I walked down to The Cross Keys – a pub/hotel that dated back to 1509 – and waited patiently. The barman was sympathetic. I sat and read my book and drank water. I had another call from Margy. She was running even more late.

I started to worry that I would outstay my two-hour parking time but every moment that went I thought that Margy would be here any time at all so I sat put. I finally bought a drink. Margy then texted me to say she was parking. Fantastic! Another while passed and still no Margy. I really did need to move my car now otherwise I would have to leave halfway through my meal.

Margy turned up! The barman put my drink in the fridge and we both left to move my car which was near the other pub. Highly unusual behaviour, I know. We trotted off together through Saffron Walden to re-park. I parked it close to Margy’s one and then she told me how difficult it had been to pay the parking. Second time round it was much easier. We headed back for the pub, retrieved my drink and had a most wonderful meal – despite minor burping as I had had a bit of soya. Whoops!

Finally- together again!

I got the impression that the barman was slightly amused by us. I am sure our behaviour had appeared quite eccentric – leaving a drink in the fridge – spending a long, long time chatting over our meal, arguing about paying… He did take a lovely photo though… nice man.

Meanwhile… back at the ranch, Ezra- Mae did a bit of cake making on the kitchen floor - tasted good too.

 We met at the Community Orchard Heritage Day on Saturday. The weather was perfect, the event well attended and we raised a goodly sum too. Ezra-Mae is very agile and climbs trees easily. Now she has a little sister who is also shaping up to be strong. At 8 weeks she is holding her head up and trying to crawl already! Laura crawled at 3 months so Mattaya has to put in a bit of training before she catches up with her aunty!

Two happy sisters

And now, the weather... we have had plummeting temperatures and thunderstorms. The noise from the thunder was ominous, even so, we played on.  It got so dark at tennis on that Sunday morning we put the floodlights on  and still played on. When the heavens opened we ran for cover  - so many people squashed in the club house! So sorry I missed out on tennis but I am glad it has rained  - my garden desperately needs it. 

Last blast of summer

Wow, we are heading for Autumn. A new school year and the first day of nursery school for Ezra-Mae – a big milestone in her life! Where has this year gone? One of the things I really appreciate here in the UK is the seasons. Now, it is more obvious that the nights are drawing in and it gets darker earlier and earlier. In less than a month, sunset will be 7pm – almost an hour earlier than now! I look back on this year as a blur.

Village cricket - closer than the camera shows

I sat and watched a village cricket match this last weekend - this being probably the last one of summer. The first team to bat were in the ascendency. They were tonking the ball all over the green. The wicket keeper was probably responsible for at least a third of the runs but undaunted a boy of about 11 years old ran all over the ground picking up and returning the long balls. It was a joy to watch on a Saturday afternoon.

I do have so much to look forward to as we head for colder days – a trip to Greece, meeting friends, tennis matches and lots more swimming. There are a few downsides though. I have just got the results of the X-ray on my right heel. It’s official, I have a Haglund’s deformity. My heel has a special name – how nice -  and I know I am not being fussy when it really hurts. It only took the NHS from June til now to find this out.

As everybody does, I looked it up on good old Google. It means an operation – something to look forward to, or not. With the speed the NHS moves I will probably have it sorted just before I’m 70. I cannot wear some of my shoes and this will be a bigger problem when the weather gets colder. A swollen heel forces my toe against the front of my shoe and now I am getting a sore toenail as well.

A Haglund’s deformity could be genetic or the result of too much running around. A lot of the time it is not too bad but it can keep me awake at night. This is a very big niggle and another little issue that arises with old age. I have started practising going upstairs backwards on my bottom again in preparation for my aftercare. I did this when I had my knees done and the physio at Gleneagles got me walking up stairs two hours after I came round from my op. I am expecting a similar speedy recovery from this one – fingers crossed.

And… while in recovery I’ll be able to watch all those TV crime dramas where at least three people get murdered each episode. When I pass through typical English villages, I see them as potential sets for murderous intent where competent but flawed detectives always get their suspect. On reflection, I probably don’t need to watch any at all as I already know the outcome.

A village already named for murderous intent

However, I have mulled over the idea that it could be a good government policy to share these programmes internationally. With each village having at least three murders an episode it must put the UK in a dark light where danger lurks on the tiniest village green. It would certainly make potential asylum seekers think twice about the danger they would face in our fair land. Just a thought!