New Year’s Eve

New Year’s Eve is a time for looking both backwards and forwards. This is from a 1989 show at the Shaftesbury Theatre, of which I was Production Manager and I’d been the venue technical manager for most of the West End production of “Follies” (from which the song was taken) that immediately preceeded this.

In my teens and early 20s, it seemed highly improbable that I’d survive to the age of 40 … indeed, at one point there was a rumour going round former schoolmates that I’d died in my 30s. I’m now 70 …

fixed !

A text this morning shortly after 8am, just as I was waking up (the first alarm had gone off, the second one had yet to do so). Did I want the washing machine engineer to visit today, rather than Wednesday?  As there’s starting to be a backlog of washing, I joyfully said “yes, please”.

Engineer arrived about 12, dismantled the machine, replaced the heater element, and was done before 1 pm.  All good stuff!

rose

Yesterday, I picked the last bud on the front rosebush – “Madame A. Meilland”, better known as “Peace”. Today it has opened, in the warmth of indoors.
Best wishes to all for a happy and peaceful Christmas and New Year.

Engineer appointment arranged

Aaargh! My washer/dryer is broken – washes OK, but doesn’t dry. Of course, it’s a big double duvet cover that is currently soggy – nothing simple like socks that can be hung on a radiator. The good news is that it’s covered by a service/repair/replace contract, which I took out when I bought it nearly 12 years ago, as these machines are notoriously unreliable. The bad news is that the first appointment is 31st December … time tbc but in the past is has usually been either 07:15 or 08:00, which are hardly my favourite times of day. I think it’s now the 4th enginerr visit in two years, so we’re probably getting close to the “replace” stage.

Picture of front of washer/dryer

Midwinter

Late dusk on Midwinter’s Day, the tree is doing its thing and the stove is gently glowing with recycled coffee-ground briquettes. There’s a scent of cloves from the Boston baked beans gently simmering in the oven, and the smell of baking bread from the breadmaker.  The gentle music of Telemann’s Tafelmusik completes the relaxing scene.


well, it tasted OK !

Mary Berry’s recipes are usually pretty reliable, but I had trouble with this Stollen. The dough was horribly sticky, despite my adding extra flour and kneading (in my reliable old Kenwood Chef) for ten minutes longer than suggested. I hadn’t been planing to wrap the dough round marzipan anyway, as I dislike the stuff! After rising and knocking back, the dough was clearly still not going to hold a shape, so it ended up being cooked in a large loaf tin. Which took nearly twice as long as the recipe suggested. However, it seems to taste OK!



unexpectedly tiring

An unexpectedly tiring couple of days! Yesterday was my first visit to the solicitor who will be doing my will, which took quite a lot longer than expected. A brief after-lunch nap, and then the WGP Election Strategy meeting in the evening, which took over two and a half hours. Then walking back up the hill with Clare and chatting.

Today was an overdue visit to Specsavers to have ear wax removed. I’ve been almost completely deaf in my left ear for nearly three weeks, which causes very bad tinnitus. Frustratingly, I get the kind that sounds like almost-familiar music played on a poor transistor radio in an adjacent room! Left ear was touch-and-go whether she would actually manage to dislodge the accumulation, but after about 20 minutes she dislodged a massive wodge – about the size of three match heads – and then it was a quick finish off. The right ear had minimal wax, and took less than 30 seconds! I’m fairly convinced that it’s because of the recurrent eczema in my left ear that it’s always so much worse than the right one.

I last hd wax removal almost exactly six months ago, in June. After discussion, it seems sensible not to wait until severe problems set in, but to pop in for a quick look at my ears every three months or so … I’m kind expecting that I’ll need that ear done every four months or thereabouts. At £60 a time, sadly.

All of which has left me exhasted. The pre-Christmas crowd of shoppers in the city centre is not something I navigate easily, and two days on the trot was distinctly wearing. Still, good for my step count, I suppose.

ugh …

Really vile weather here today with rain beating down and very dark clouds. I’ve spent most of it almost unable to stand or walk. I woke from a long (painkiller-induced) nap this afternoon to an angry sunset, which was a bit of an improvement.

First time using ChatGPT !

I decided that it was time I wrote to Councillor Ed Kimberly, who has done an outstanding job in speaking out against the self-styled “Worcester Patriots”, Reform, and the increase in overt racism seen locally. But this is the kind of communication that I find excessively difficult – my Asperger’s/autism kicks in full-time, and I second-guess, third-guess, and agonise over exactly how I will come across, and if there’s anything that the recipient might take the wrong way. After stewing over this for a while, I decided to try the ChatGPT AI to sort out my rough draft. It wasn’t perfect, and I had to make several minor revisions, but it was certainly helpful. I don’t think I’m a convert, though!
So:
Dear Councillor Kimberley

I am writing as a resident of Worcester and an activist in a different political party, but one who believes that on matters of principle we must stand together. I want to express my sincere appreciation for your clear and courageous stand against racism and the dangerous rhetoric promoted by the Reform Party and the self-styled “Worcester Patriots”.

At a time when public discourse is becoming increasingly hostile, your willingness to speak out despite facing threats of physical violence and even legal intimidation is admirable. It is heartening to see an elected representative put integrity and community values ahead of personal comfort or political advantage.

Although we may differ on many policy matters, on this issue your voice has been essential, and I want you to know that people across party lines recognise and value what you are doing. Your actions remind us what public service should be about.

Thank you for your courage and your commitment to protecting the dignity and safety of all residents.