Notes from the Diary…

July 3rd-10th
A touch ‘my hols’ this one, but… very hot in France.
Amiens: climbed hundreds of steps to the top of the cathedral tower. A light show on the facade bathed the ancient portals in medieval colours. Fed the ducks from a bridge over the Somme.

Laon: thunder and lightning in the walled and cobbled city on a hill. Cool in the chapel of the Knights Templar, their black cross set into the floor. Walked for French miles – the pensionista feet will never be the same again.

Soissons: turned into a quiet side street, and nearly missed a sign above a door, which said – former Gestapo headquarters. Bullet and shell holes on the old buildings, from two world wars.

Reims: a tour of the ‘caves’ of the house Taittinger, which contain 3 million bottles of the best bubbly in the world, made only by hand – by law. Sat on a balcony overlooking the cathedral square with the son who made the trip possible, drinking champagne in the capital of Champagne.

June 26th -July 2nd
In the garden one evening – till BBQ smoke billowed over the fence, making of me a Sitting Cloud, soon forced to retreat inside.

A pen bought in Wales years ago finally dried up. My art appreciation group went to Derbyshire, to visit an artist in his studio – both spattered with paint. Good to take a line, he said, and see where it led…

Stopped the mail for a while. An empty letter box. So restful. Must do it more often.

A familiar face in the paper- of a boy once in my class in Camden, who murdered a headmaster. Still undeported.

Something in the air in a London square. A chill, like the scent of autumn.

June 19th – June 25th

A trip by train to Kent. Canterbury Cathedral, walking on steps worn down by pilgrims past, with the patina only old stones can have. A shallow boat on the Stour, under very low bridges. A glimpse of an eel in the bright water and a ducking stool hanging above the banks of the river.

The Solstice: the longest day – and the hottest in June since 1976. Leeds Castle – a birds of prey display in the vast grounds, a ferry across the lake…In and out of the Maze. A Spitfire crossed the sky.

Back home, found lots of euros I’d forgotten all about…..A man came to the door, waving a machine – but otherwise normal – so let him in to read the meter.

June 12th – June 18th

Book Club at the house. The Gustav Sonata, set in Switzerland, with depressed/depressing characters…lots of fruit and drizzle cake left over. The birds got lucky.

The water from one of the bathroom taps came out brown; the lawn got its summer feed treatment. Re-arranged the airing cupboard, where the spare bedding and towels are kept – pillows kept falling on my head.

Another week, another atrocity. Once lived in a tower block. Great views. 9 floors, two staircases, no sprinklers. One of my family still does.

June 5th- June 11th

A swivel chair was delivered, in pieces – and stayed that way till a fixer-friend put them together.

Tuesday: another Silence.

Thursday: the unsnap Election. Cast a green vote, which made no difference. A very safe seat. Up all night.

Violet and turquoise streaks put in my hair by a girl who didn’t vote.

Tea with a friend at a hotel, soon full of wedding guests in fascinators and fancy waistcoats. Later, found some confetti stuck under my shoe.

May 29th- June 4th

An exhibition at the RA:pictures from 1930s America, then walked the streets of London, through Soho Square, past the Huguenot church and last penny chute in England.

Burt shaped and pruned my hedge to perfection – cosmetic surgery for conifers. He also got on his ladder to fix my guttering…

Another special treatment – at a salon, which involved a liberal sprinkling of aromatic salt and a stiff brush – an exfoliating ‘facial’ for a flaky back.

Sunday: heard the news today, oh no…A second attack on a bridge – armed and other angels – then the predictable platitudes, to keep calm and stand together and not to let them win…Till the next time.

May 22nd -28th

Scattered slug pellets around my hostas, a bit late…

Watched my companion’s insect-like drone rise from a field, soar high above the town and take a big picture. Lay on the grass and felt the years fall away.

The decorator let me down once too often and had to go – so the walls remain magnolia.

Thursday, 11am. Joined in the national Silence, for Manchester and our beloved country.

In Surrey, at a country house hotel, for a cousin’s big-birthday celebration. Sunshine and Pimms in a rose garden.

May 15th – 21st

Another slow train to Euston; sat in Russell Square for a while near the fountain, under trees too full for May. On the train back, one of the cast of Coronation Street sat across the aisle, his hat pulled down over his face.

The font on my email account suddenly shrank, all by itself. My favourites bar unaccountably disappeared. The list of computer-related ‘issues’ got a bit longer…waiting for my offspring to sort out.

A garden festival. A man carved wood with a saw, making a sculpture in the shape of an owl until the heavy rain re-fell and everyone went home. My lawn is now all long grass, moss-free.

May 8th -14th

Went along to the Community Fire Station for a talk advertised by the Embroiders’ Guild – but got the date wrong, so never learnt about the History of Buttons.

One night at a London hotel near where I used to live. An appointment at Moorfields, then across the Wobbly Bridge to Tate Modern, to see the photographs Elton hangs in his home.

A tree surgeon arrived in a green van – to study my too-high hedge of conifers and unidentified others. He understood: yes, they could be shaped, not pruned. He also looked like a young Burt Lancaster, so accepted the quote on the spot…

May 1st -7th

Voted in the local election for a party I’d never heard of, for a change. Joined a Guild of Guides and Greeters, which felt pleasantly mediaeval.

I had a dream – about Donald, who was worried about one of his wives…

Texit: said goodbye to my voluntary post at the school, the end of a long history of working with children, North and South.

Depressed – but a friend balanced things up a bit by telling me jokes about a penguin and a gorilla going into a pub…

April 24th – 30th

Finished the short story and set it free.

Used the chain on the door more than once. The most persistent caller was clutching a pile of blue leaflets. “Can we count on your vote?”

My neighbours put up a marquee in the garden, earlier and larger than last year’s, which blocks my best view.

Joined a tai-chi class in a church hall. A lot of bare feet and plimsolls. Shangri-la music, but hard not to think of my shopping list.

A friend told me she was going to be a grandmother, again.

April 17th -23rd

Off to the garden centre to buy a tree or an aspidistra. Came back by cab with some compost.

Made another Mistake.Took one of my boys’ books about sport to the charity shop, then regretted it. Went back, but they’d sold it.

Began to re-write an old story. An hour on one paragraph!

The shades of grey man didn’t call back with a quote.

April 10th – 16th

Birmingham. A man handed out free copies of the Koran to passers-by. Across the road, another stood on a box, shouting about salvation and the Son of God. Gave them both a wide berth.

The back garden. Shouted a bit myself – at the resident birds pecking away at the new seeds of grass…

Attended the Easter Sunday Service, for the hymns and human contact. The counter-terrorism advice was to ‘be alert, but not alarmed,’ so looked around the congregation. A lot of alarming hats, but no suspicious bags.

April 3rd -April 9th

Was invited to a counter-terrorism course for volunteers, ‘with tea and biscuits’.

A decorator came to look at my walls. We talked about yellow and shades of grey.

The lawn was scarified, then overseeded, suffering to be beautiful. Next door, the first barbecue was lit, sending smoke over the fence. Tried not to hate my neighbours.

The basket of flowers delivered on Mother’s day finally faded.

March 27th -April 2nd

Finished the book about Thomas Cromwell that’s been on my bed for 6 months.

Someone rang me to say my computer had problems. Put the phone on the sofa and let him talk to himself…

The usual engineer came to bleed a main radiator. When he’d gone, a waterfall splashed against the kitchen windows from a pipe above and the boiler got over-excited. So he had to come back. It was the ‘filling loop’ – waving a shapeless bit of black plastic – that the other engineers must have broken –

Stood in the bath to clean the shower screen for the first time since 2014, than changed the beds, shook the rugs and hid some untidy bits and bobs in the washing machine.

The Traveller and his girlfriend came to stay.

March 20th – 26th

Celebrated three birthdays in London, including mine.

Met a man in the street in Holborn – an old flame from the 1970s. Email promises exchanged.

Wednesday: a tour of Westminster Abbey, with all its tombs, memorials and monuments, then my son and I ambled past Whitehall and had lunch nearby. An hour later, the attack on the Bridge and on Parliament.

The train back was quiet, except for an unfragrant woman eating a burger from a box.

March 13th – 19th

Put the winter coats away, with a few cubes of cedar wood to keep the moths at bay.

Had my hair cut and coloured; violet streaks among the white and brown.

A strange long cloud stood still beyond the garden – cigar-shaped, with a dark centre and silver lining.

Retrieved my blue recycling bin ‘borrowed’ by next door and washed out the chips at the bottom of it…

March 6th – March 12th

An acquaintance enquired about the health of my boiler; a friendship may have been born.

Back from the rainforest, my son downloaded some fabulous pictures onto my desktop -of a very hairy sloth and baby, Tamarin and Capucin monkeys…My smartphone screen went dark and the wi-fi icon disappeared.

Discussed dermal fillers with my eye surgeon in London.

Pruned a hydrangea for the first time. A lot of dead wood, but tiny buds beneath.

February 27th – March 5th

At a local hotel, once a coaching inn, for a talk by an Agony Aunt, about her long career addressing other people’s problems…

The funeral of a friend I once worked with. A Catholic service, then champagne and sandwiches in Hampstead, with a few other survivors of the one of the toughest schools in London.

Tried to fast and failed – the sky was just too grey. Posted the first of several cards. So many March birthdays; so few postboxes.

February 20th – 26th

The house has developed a humming habit – an indoor tinnitus.

Escaped to York, to visit the cathedral. The storm named after my front door blew me across the bridges. The train back took not two but five hours – all down to Doris.

At the art appreciation group, we talked about pictures of place: studio, canal, prairie….

A man came to study my lawn, produced a ‘personalised treatment plan’, then sprayed the moss with ‘liquid rust.’

February 13th -19th

A phone call from Panama City, half-way round the world.

The opera was Valve Murmur. The boiler was innocent; it was the radiators’ fault. so the system was drained and three valves replaced and I bought some very good wine, to celebrate.

On the 14th, an act of love – let a spider live.

My Book Club re-visited Brideshead. At the local theatre, a shoestring staging of an Austen novel failed to sparkle.

Someone put their rubbish in my black bin.

February 6th- 12th

The senior engineer was ‘unable to attend’ my boiler this week, but a happy discovery. If I play with the knob on the bathroom radiator, the noise stops…

In Hereford, to visit the Mappa Mundi, the largest medieval map in the world. From the hotel window, saw the sunrise over Sainsbury’s.

A sunny text from Cuba, sent by my son.

Bitter weather over the weekend. Opened the front door only twice. Caught up on Coronation Street and Inspector George Gently.

January 30th – February 5th

A family photo fell behind a filing cabinet yesterday, too heavy to move. It took an hour and a torch and a clothes hanger to retrieve it.

The second engineer came and went, but the song of the boiler hasn’t stopped. Dishcloth grey skies, blue bin day. Sneezed all week.

Lunch with a friend who doesn’t believe in boilers. She’s a storage heater person. Two starters instead of a main course.

The eleventh Tai Chi lesson, in the front room. The instructor and I stretched out our arms and raised them above our heads, to ‘part the clouds’.

January 23rd -29th

The fly that came into the kitchen 10 days ago finally accepted an invitation to leave, through the back door.

The boiler continued to sing to me. The engineer who came to fix it, didn’t. Wasted time in Tesco choosing a light bulb, trying to make sense of LEDs and lumens, halogens and dear old watts.

A salon appointment, for semi-permanent make-up, to restore the eyebrows plucked to oblivion in the ’80s and refresh the beauty spot. A scratchy experience, but worth it.

January 17th -22nd

Broke a favourite mug – Vincent’s Sunflowers – just let it fall. Usual Thursday at a local secondary school (voluntary teaching) but it could be one of the last. They want me to go on yet another ‘safeguarding’ course, fill in a few more forms. A bit late to prove I’m not a sex offender….

The new boiler still tuning up too often and too loudly, making it hard to hibernate in peace.

A talk about the private life of the Tudors. Watched the Trump become President. He and Henry VIII would get along.

January 9th -16th, 2017

Went to Aldi, twice. No-one in pyjamas. Usual Tuesday afternoon at the cathedral, talking to visitors about the Hoard found in a local field. One asked, ‘What kind of field?’

Train south. Check up at the dentist in Primrose Hill, London – must floss harder- then an exhibition in Euston, called Bedlam, about the history of mental asylums and inmates. Pictures of chains, straightjackets and electric shock equipment. Virgin return.

Cold and grey. Made like a penguin on the icy pavement.