Still dancing after all these years

Good Watching

Lately Netflix is a waste of money, same for Amazon Prime and BBC iPlayer. The availability of titles that interest me is sparse to totally lacking; so I decided to post a wish list as guidance. A sensible idea as I have peculiar tastes.

Current viewing list - needs checking because I probably have seen some of these already

Ladies no. 1 Detective Agency*
Tunes of Glory*
 The Vicar of Dibley
Car Wash*
Cider with Rosie
Bull - tv series *
The Queen’s Sister
Hyde Park on Hudson
Rocketman
1917

Compatible titles are always a welcome suggestion.

PPI refund

Today, with only a few hours left on the clock before the final closing deadline, I completed and submitted my refund request for PPI. I used the MSE automated online tool, Resolver. And now I just wait for the bank to reply.

We shall see what happens next. 

Note: the bastards refused the claim. I contested it and they kept refusing. Bastard banks win again.

A old Christmas memory

I’m not sure how the conversation turned to Christmas on a hot July day, perhaps it was because we were laughing at the cat’s taking possession of a cardboard shipping box. But I suddenly remembered a long ago Christmas when Adam was probably around 5 or 6 and Andrew just turned 3. We lived in Brooklyn, with the Phillips’ right upstairs above us in the huge old 3 family house. We were broke that year, not sure why but it was suddenly Christmas and what were we going to do about presents for the kids. We had enough money for food to make a bountiful, wonderful dinner. And we had enough money to buy each kid a reasonable, desirable gift. (Obviously this was a different sort of definition of “broke”.) What we didn’t have was the usual funds to allow the annual insane potlach of gifts to flood the floor around the Christmas tree. Well, so 1 gift it was. Christmas Eve we wrapped the gifts with shiny paper and ribbons. But the sight of 2 little boxes under the tree left us teary and apprehensive. The kids were going to be miserable and worst of all, the sacred Christmas morning photos would look like charity shop specials.

Then I had a sudden inspiration! We could wrap up empty boxes to look like gifts and put them as props under the tree for gorgeous photos. No one would ever know! So down to the basement we went to gather up empty boxes. Tom went out and grabbed a few more large boxes from the last minute open late local shops. By the time we were finished there was a wild cornucopia of brightly wrapped and beribboned gift boxes under the tree. Test photos looked sensational. 

So Christmas morning kids wake up, excited joy at first boxes they were given to open while Tom filmed. Then cameras off and we tried to persuade them to have breakfast. I remember trying to explain, to reason, but they grabbed for more boxes and tore off the paper to find ....empty boxes. 

They went wild .......with greed! They were tearing off the gift wrap and exchanging and bargaining who got which boxes. They LOVED the boxes. They were the greatest, neatest gift of all time. Forget breakfast, forget the toys we’d bought. They had BOXES!

The girls, Tavi and Kirsten came down the stairs then to see what the boys got and show off some of theirs. As they reached the dining room with the tree and the boxes, the, boys announced, “We got boxes!” There was a moment of silence and then the girls turned and pounded upstairs shouting to Dea, “ They got boxes! No fair, they got boxes!” 

It was insane, they all went nuts over a pile of empty cardboard boxes they could turn into anything their imagination allowed. And that was the gift of the Magi.

Halloween

First Strawberry

Finally the rain stopped and it was summer finally. Not sure what happened to Spring but that's gone and finished. Taking advantage of the bit of mild sunny weather, Alan went out to weed and generally lightly work at the garden. And there it was, after weeks of flowers blown away by rain and wind, something had survived and produced a strawberry! Hooray! The taste was amazingly sweet and delicately perfumed. Thanks go to Asti for planting them.

The Great Mouse Clean Out

Ok, so not so great; more like little, quickie, starter clean out of the cupboard in question.

For some time now, our cat Rosie, has taken to prowling in front of one of the kitchen lower cupboards. She’d spread out in front of it, pace about and scratch at the door, sniff along the open edge of the door, and try to leap inside whenever I opened the cupboard door. Cats behave in that determined way when they are sure there’s a mouse inside and they intend to get it.

Alan insisted I was mistaken. I wasn’t. Tonight proved it. I decided the messy pile of sauce packets and bags of various kinds of sugars I stored on the top shelf needed organising in a large neat Tupperware box I had sitting unused in the utility closet.

So, I got out the storage box and went to pull out and organise the pile of small bags and packets in the cupboard. Immediately, I had pearl barley trickling over my hand from a new packet just bought last week. I looked closely - 3 nice jagged gnawed holes. Mice. More packets pulled out, more gnawed holes found. More bags tossed into the bin.

It’s all cleared out now. All the suspect packages in the bin. The shelf and surroundings all washed down with bleach. The few trustworthy intact packages wiped down and organised in the large protective box. Evidence organised and left for Alan to view. All finished except for profoundly thanking the cat and putting a mouse trap in the back of the cupboard. And calling the maintenance service to come seal the tiny opening in the wall.

Life is such fun.