April 2010

Came home yesterday.

Did a little bit of gardening before I set off. When I pruned the damson trees earlier this year I stuck a branch into the ground just to get it out of the way. It is now covered with blossom! I have seen a lot of butterflies over the last few days, there were fritillaries seemingly fighting it out at the bottom of this garden, and I have seen a brimstone out front, and on the way to Three Bridges station I saw two blues, I think holly blues; as well as others sighted at a distance.

The journey back was relaxed and dry. I walked past the Betjeman Arms, feeling I needed a holiday from drink. One thing of note though was meeting the people behind the organization of THE BEATLES HIDDEN GALLERY. Nice people, and fascinating to listen to.

I got home to discover the dole office home visit I thought was Thursday (today) was Wednesday. I called them today and they seemed ok about it, and they can stop my benefit for less.

Afterwards I worked in gardens; both my own garden and the widow’s, rather the garden next door to the widow; which was abandoned long before the house was; and could easily become a scummer magnet.

I was due to meet John in London today to talk about the possible prgramme for a Curry & Kipling, one which may lead to other bookings. Unfortunately a big charity show he is organizing for tomorrow had issues because of Icelandic ash, and he had to cancel the meeting.

I was going to seize the day by going on the traditional bluebell walk from the Holmbush in Faygate to the Frog and Nightgown; but I cooked a beef curry for dinner, which we could not eat until the nurse had turned up to take a big blood sample from dad (it being a test after fasting) and she was late; which is dodgy for a diabetic. Ma did not give him his long term insulin in the morning, but I think that is because of my advice. It is really difficult to know what the medical industry has actually said to them.

Had a better look at the bluebells of the ancient woodbank of the Hawth, then went looking for a librarian to talk to about a possible Sussex Day show (and failed to find the one I wanted, and needed), then went to pubs to drink beer (and succeeded to my satisfaction).

Before I come down again I need to go to U-Save and get wall hooks or face plates, and possibly steel wire to ensure the power supply to the garage here stays on.

Did two shops at Crawley, cut my dad’s hair, and cooked sweet and sour duck for lunch and soup for dinner, both using yesterday’s roast.

Ma loves pasta and noodles, dad has always set his mouth against it. I the past I have usually cooked something else starchy for him. Today he had no choice, although I did cut up his noodles so he could eat them with a folk. He kept repeating it was delicious.

One of the walks to town was through the Hawth. The bluebells are just starting to come out.

It was Iain Burnside’s last Sunday Morning show on Radio 3 today. I have loved this show, and not just because he has read out my comments more than once.I mailed the below:

Dear Iain

For me, your show has been one of my few ‘must listen’ things in, what seems like, an ever deadening weight of formulas and clones radio. I’ll will miss it.

Thanks for the pleasure and provoked thoughts. Hope things have the best balance of rhythm, melody and harmony, with enough dissonance to keep things exciting for you.

Iain read out the last part and the producer mailed back. He may have sent lots of them out, but still a nice touch.

Dear Glyn,

Thank you SO much for this – it’s incredibly kind of you to write in like this, and I have a presenter next door who’s very touched indeed to hear that his work has been enjoyed, and that he’s going to be missed.

Thank you for listening, for taking the trouble to write to us, and all best wishes,

I did very little today, apart from roast a duck and mow the back lawn. The champagne I bought before getting on the coach yesterday went down well; though ma had a huff when I told her off for spoiling the occasion, not so much by telling dad not to drink too much, but by shouting at him when he reacted badly. He always does and he always will, and the fact she had a glass of the stuff inside makes her fly off the handle. Things calmed down quickly, because I did not get involved in a fight, I just told them to be quiet.

By the time I got ‘home’ Ma was in bed but dad was still up watching the snooker. She got up to describe the food available in minute detail, but did go back to bed. They seem O.K. but I need to see them through a day.

The journey down was by Megabus. I crossed Mayo Avenue to tell two young mothers that they were stood at the wrong stop. I cannot be sure that the coach would not have picked them up anyway when it went back down to the M606, and Megabus’ website clearly shows the side they were stood at, but being certain of getting on the coach because I told them is better than the chance of missing it.

It is the best time of spring. Wild primroses are out, as are the intense yellow of the gorse, and both cherry and hawthorn are in bloom, and so are the damsons at my parents, with the apple’s blossom just emerging. Best of all: lots of different of the deciduous tress are setting leaf; but not all; so bare are mixed with delicate pontils of light or bright green. All this seen from the coach (the train from East Midlands had very dirty windows).

Curry Note Went to the Karachi for a curry yesterday. I eat so rarely in curry houses now I am hardly a judge, but I would say it was a basic and sound Bradford curry; and had a salad starter (though with no mint and white cabbage instead of onion) and good chapatties; and the cost for two starters and mains was just over £13, so still incredible value.

Very quick note.

Thursday’s show was, in terms of my own artistic and business management growth, the best yet.

I did the most singing; had the most sympathetic musician (TC) who is the first one where we both agree we could develop a show together; I performed well; and the audience was extremely positive. Special mentions to Alison and the lovely Bev.

In terms of business growth that was because of the way I did not getr upset about things not done or attended to. I did not get at all wound up (apart from Tuesday night). I know I can not do everything, Bev forcibly agreed; but I need to find better ways of making sure that things are done.

The fact I was not stressed at the show means I can make much better judgment than even the recent past. Had a three way meeting with Roger the day after to return the projector, and it was good to have a person who has seen me at my most stressed after a show, and one who has only seen me at my least stressed after a show.

Did a little bit of gardening this morning in the sun.

Yesterday I was more stressed than I had been for months, or more. Today I am right chilled. On the other hand the fuse on my freezer blew. Lucky I had an ice cream just after it stopped; though eating the rest of the ice creams before they dripped out may explain some of the below; even allowing for the extra insulin.

It might be physical, or psychological (that’s the first time I have spelled psychological right first time! And I nearly got it wrong in this clause.). When I finished the slideshow a massive weight lifted, and Roger’s willingness to help meant I did not have to travel to Keighley at a nightmare time. On the other hand I discovered the rearranged Restart (hitting the engine with a hammer to give bureaucrats a wage) interview at the Jobcentre (see above) was booked for next Tuesday, a day I had fixed to see someone who might get me a paid performance. Fixed up the interview for another day, then got a letter telling me the Dole Gastapo visit would be on that day. Ho-hum.

Did a BCB drive time interview at 17.45 (no idea if it is on listen again). A fine couple of minutes, but I had to talk whilst the presenter who knew me left the room, and the other was fine, but a bit like women I talk at on a bus. I will try and remember to ask who heard it tomorrow; but for all the stress working around the interview caused I doubt it will prove to be pay dirt.

Went to TC’s house to sort msic. I tell you what, tomorrow’s show will be a unique, once in a life time show; even more so than the average, or the unaverage for my shows I suppose. I think I will enjoy it, and pleasure is almost as infectious as misery

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