Himself is mean...he's put the old bath in the barn...I kept reading out your comments you see and he got quite hot under the collar at the thought of filling the bath up with soil...I'd intended to tip all the pots out...they need re-potting desperately and some are too manky to keep...I thought if I emptied all the pots earth into the bath that would be a start...
And we've loads of broken earthenware pots...they crack when there is a sharp frost even though the label says they won't...so they'd be ideal for drainage at the bottom...
Jamie came this morning bundled up in jackets and scarves and a woolly hat...it wasn't in the least cold so I think it was some form of protest 'cos he wanted to borrow the long ladder...his Dad is knocking one of the sheds down and wanted Jamie to act as gopher...he's going to build a wall with the stones from the demolished shed which we privately think is plain daft...
I stood in my little shed for a while and watched a wren collecting scraps of moss for her nest...then I looked at the fabric I'd fallen out with yesterday and didn't feel any more kindly disposed towards it so shoved it in a drawer out of the way...
Michael the hundred and oneth was skipping backwards and forwards across the kitchen floor last night...at least he doesn't wear Doc Martins so you can't actually hear him...just see this small grey ball go whizzing from one side to the other..
Himself came stumbling into the sitting room at two o'clock in the morning waving the torch about...he disappeared into the kitchen and remerged shortly after...couldn't remember whether he'd put the sugar bowl in the cupboard...he had. I was wide awake then of course, so peered through the sitting room window to see if I could spot the space station flying about... not that I'd know it if it flew straight past the window.
I do remember Father getting me out of bed to stand on the front lawn and gaze at the sky when Sputnik went over...I wasn't in the slightest bit impressed....just wanted to get back to bed and carry on reading under the covers with my secret torch. Saved up for that torch and bought it one Saturday from Woolworths...then I hid it. It hardly ever needed new batteries, even though I'd read until the small hours of the morning sometimes.
You might not remember...or be interested either especially if you're a chap...but Woolworths used to sell tiny dolls with rubber bands on their arms and legs so you could stand them up or sit them down...really very small they were, about as big as my little finger. And net bags of marbles...they were quite expensive though, so were something else to save up for...and broken biscuits. Mother thought buying a bag of broken biscuits was quite beyond the pale and refused to even consider it...so my little brother and I would put a sixpence each in the kitty and wait until Mother had gone back to the car...then we'd buy a bagful of all the really yummy ones...jammy centres and bourbons and those with pink icing on...my brother would stuff the bag into his jacket pocket along with bits of meccano and conkers and the odd worm or two.
Woolworths sold 4711 cologne in little fancy bottles and bright orange lipsticks and sachets of shampoo and Twink home perms...and those dressing table sets...a hairbrush and comb...a hand mirror and a clothes brush...with pretend embroidery on the backs and edged with a bright gilt.
The floors in the Woolworth shops were wooden and creaked when you walked on them and the girls who served behind the counters were cheerful and chatty and couldn't add up to save their lives...
To be left alone in Woolworths while Mother went off to the butchers or the grocers was our idea of sheer heaven...we'd gaze at stuff we'd never be allowed to have in a million years and sort carefully through the bags of marbles to try and get one with those milky colours...
Goodness knows why I suddenly thought of Woolworths...ah...it was the torch. It was the torch which triggered off a chain of memories which I'd quite forgotten about until now.