April 2011


I have been catching up on jobs in my own house. I can see no more of my bedroom floor than I could last night, but my bath is the cleanest it has been for years.

There was a celebration last night of Bradford City winning the F.A. Cup in 1911. This was an exact copy of a City Gent event a decade ago; which was organized by Mark Neale, with a script written and produced by me. Neither Mark nor I would not want to claim intellectual property rights, but we both feel very let down that the guy doing the copy claims he and his new best pals made it all up themselves. He was involved but did very little, and ‘forgetting’ it is clearly a deliberate attempt to airbrush out what we did.

I have talked to Mark about this, and neither of is really surprised. Bradford City may still be relegated to non-league, like me and Mark have been relegated to non-friends.

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Both myself and Bev have been doing a lot of physical stuff, mostly at Bev’s home and garden. I have been triming her bushes, folking and planting, and creating a wet feature.

Last night we spent over 12 hours in bed. We needed it.

I have been feeling somewhat depressed over the last few days, though having someone to talk to has made it a lot easier than times past.

Drew a birthday card for my father’s 88th. It is a freehand copy of the Welsh flag. I need to do a Karelian one for my mother’s 90th.
My watercolour and pencil birthday card for my dad.

I have seen my Bev dancing twice this weekend. In Otley yesterday, and Roberts Park, Saltaire today. Nice weekend.

Otley was at the Courthouse for a Green Day, which was toss. Last year they had stalls selling things, this year it was just groups giving leaflets. The cafe is run by volunteers, who are useless; so they are free but unsackable. The whole place feels like it is choking on its own worthiness; and there was a pathetic number of people to watch.

On the plus side I go to the newly reopened Fleece, where I had a very good Welsh cider and a splendid pint of Great Heck.

I also had two very good pork pies, Wilkinsons (who have a shop in Ilkley and have been praised here before) and the new, to me, Weegmann, who do a very fine pie.

Today was a lovely day and, despite physical gardening, and other things, it was the first day not feeling worn out, for weeks.

On the train from Kings Cross on Thursday there was a very young (mid teens) couple arcoss the aisle from me.Both had expensive hand held tech. He montioned that we were passing under the Eurostar tunnel, had to explane what Eurostar was. She exclaimed: Can you get a train to France now!?

The family all seemed well enough when I left. A few days earlier we were all coughing at the same time afer we had gone to bed.

Did the bluebell walk from the Holmbush to Little Haven. I did not have my mobile, so could not call Tamar at the Branagh office, but did have Basil with me for the first time; so learnt the names of a few more flowers.

Had signed back on; and that is going to be a nightmare; but despite that I am glad to be home, or at a home, one where I can spend time mowing dandelions.

My brother, Basil, is now helping with the work. He has never used a heat gun before, there has been no call for it in his monastery, but has turned out to be a natural born stripper.

I am missing Bev and was not feeling good about this job, but with the help of Basil and some new paints from Brewers (a proper shop for paints) there is now a prospect of a decent finish.

Yesterday I cut my dad’s hair and then vacuumed him to save him the trouble of brushing himself down outside. Ma was away at the Orthodox church at Brookwood. A nurse was supposed to come and give my dad his insulin, but none came. I injected it, but was not happy doing so. I need to remember to phone and find out what happened.

Ma came back from church with laryngitis. Today I forced her to stop talking, often. It is the least I can do for her, help her get better quicker, by not talking.

Hardly any phlegm this morning, but I have spent the last two days trying to catch up with work, and it is a bit of a styruggle; especially as the Homebase gloss (chosen for colour, not price) is like painting with runny shit. It is the worst I can remember using. 14 hours drying and it still moves and wrinkles when I pick the door up! If I had a car (and could drive) I would have taken it back this morning; but it is a bus and a thousand paces each way.

The only other diy store I can reach is B&Q, and they are not much of an alternative. They have no till staff, and no proper means of selling, and their Harris ‘premier’ (slightly more expensive than the cheap and cheapest brushes made in the same Chinese factory) sheds hairs fast than a dog with mange.

I have been doing most of the stripping and painting outdoors, in the sun. The sound of the hot air gun seems to do something to the blue tits! Though they are such argumentative little buggers that they make have been getting excited anyway, regardless of the noise.

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