jacey: (blue eyes)
In other news, tomorrow is our 45th wedding anniversary. Forty five! You do understand that I was a child bride, I hope. If they hadn't lowered the voting age I wouldn't even have been able to vote, yet I could get married and jointly own a mortgaged house!

BB says 45 is our Sapphire anniversary and so a couple of days ago he took me into Huddersfield and we came back with a sapphire and diamond eternity ring - narrow and very delicate. I look forward to seeing if it still fits tomorrow!

We didn't have a proper photographer (too expensive) so we ended up with a series of snaps. Brian and I are pretty obviously 'bride and groom' but the others are, left to right: Brian's Mum, Evelyn Bedford (Brian's dad was there as well but got chopped off by the photo-snapper), Best Man, John Louth, just peeping up from the back between me and Brian is my maternal grandpa, Tommy Bennett, then my dad, Tony Lockyer, my mum, Joan Lockyer, wearing a lampshade on her head, and my grandma, Annie Bennett. We lost touch with John when he emigrated to South Africa many years ago, and of the rest, only my mum is left, so this holds a lot of memories.
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I saw crocuses (white and purple) growing on the grass verge down the road into Huddersfield thids afternoon (the ones up here are still in bud, but on their way). They made me smile. Spring is coming!

The bad news... the reason for the trip into Huddersfield was to take BB to A&E. He managed to trap the end of his index finger in the car door this morning. Self-inflicted, he admits, but... Big Ouchie. It's pretty well mushed up his finger-end and nail and the doc had to remove a flap of his finger tip. That's gotta hurt.
jacey: (Default)
I saw crocuses (white and purple) growing on the grass verge down the road into Huddersfield thids afternoon (the ones up here are still in bud, but on their way). They made me smile. Spring is coming!

The bad news... the reason for the trip into Huddersfield was to take BB to A&E. He managed to trap the end of his index finger in the car door this morning. Self-inflicted, he admits, but... Big Ouchie. It's pretty well mushed up his finger-end and nail and the doc had to remove a flap of his finger tip. That's gotta hurt.
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For the week from 14th August: 10,574 new words and a some futzing around with old ones.


Now I'm going out to dinner with my Best Beloved for our wedding anniversary. 40 years. I was a child bride.

:-)
jacey: (Default)
For the week from 14th August: 10,574 new words and a some futzing around with old ones.


Now I'm going out to dinner with my Best Beloved for our wedding anniversary. 40 years. I was a child bride.

:-)
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This is the downside of having a honking great tree at Christmas - someone has to get rid of it.



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This is the downside of having a honking great tree at Christmas - someone has to get rid of it.



More Music

Feb. 23rd, 2008 11:47 am
jacey: (Cromer04)
We have Roger Davies, a young Huddersfield singer songwriter playing at Birdsedge Village Hall tonight. Tickets are selling well. He seems to have a good local following. Anyone who can write a song about Huddersfield without making me want to gag gets my vote. Having lived with Best Beloved's songwriting habit, I thoroughly appreciate that it's not what you write that matters, but what you keep out of what you write.

More Music

Feb. 23rd, 2008 11:47 am
jacey: (Cromer04)
We have Roger Davies, a young Huddersfield singer songwriter playing at Birdsedge Village Hall tonight. Tickets are selling well. He seems to have a good local following. Anyone who can write a song about Huddersfield without making me want to gag gets my vote. Having lived with Best Beloved's songwriting habit, I thoroughly appreciate that it's not what you write that matters, but what you keep out of what you write.
jacey: (Default)
I've spent most of the day trying to catch up with my filing. I still have to deal with the last two week's worth of mail, the bathroom needs decorating, the kitchen needs tidying and I'm wondering what we should have for dinner tonight...

Best Beloved is outside, sawing and hammering in the barn, working on the endless restoration project.

And I should either be getting on with earning money (the real music agency day job) or writing (which is actually what I would like to be doing), but real life keeps on getting in the way.

I've decided what I really need is a wife. Applications accepted from any gender. Must be able to cook, clean, keep household accounts, answer the phone, organise clutter and undertake light office duties such as filing and trips to the post office. Clean driver's licence.. Ability to decorate and do minor household repairs would be an advantage. Some gardening in spring and summer appreciated but not essential. No bedroom duties required.
jacey: (Default)
I've spent most of the day trying to catch up with my filing. I still have to deal with the last two week's worth of mail, the bathroom needs decorating, the kitchen needs tidying and I'm wondering what we should have for dinner tonight...

Best Beloved is outside, sawing and hammering in the barn, working on the endless restoration project.

And I should either be getting on with earning money (the real music agency day job) or writing (which is actually what I would like to be doing), but real life keeps on getting in the way.

I've decided what I really need is a wife. Applications accepted from any gender. Must be able to cook, clean, keep household accounts, answer the phone, organise clutter and undertake light office duties such as filing and trips to the post office. Clean driver's licence.. Ability to decorate and do minor household repairs would be an advantage. Some gardening in spring and summer appreciated but not essential. No bedroom duties required.
jacey: (Default)
Despite being promised blizzards we have a light covering of snow, sans gales. In fact the winter sun must have woken a hibernating peacock butterfly. Best Beloved found it flapping about in the barn. Apparently they do sometimes wake early but they go back to their hibernation if you put them somewhere cool and quiet.

http://www.britishbutterflies.co.uk/2007/asp/species.asp?vernacular=Peacock

Our barn swarms with beautiful peacock butterflies in summer but I didn't know they hibernated in there as well. I always feel so sorry for them because they never seem to be able to find their way out into the garden. Apparently they live on nettles and we're gradually reducing the amount of those in the garden. Maybe we should leave a patch for the butterflies... though there are plenty in the farm field just over the wall.
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Despite being promised blizzards we have a light covering of snow, sans gales. In fact the winter sun must have woken a hibernating peacock butterfly. Best Beloved found it flapping about in the barn. Apparently they do sometimes wake early but they go back to their hibernation if you put them somewhere cool and quiet.

http://www.britishbutterflies.co.uk/2007/asp/species.asp?vernacular=Peacock

Our barn swarms with beautiful peacock butterflies in summer but I didn't know they hibernated in there as well. I always feel so sorry for them because they never seem to be able to find their way out into the garden. Apparently they live on nettles and we're gradually reducing the amount of those in the garden. Maybe we should leave a patch for the butterflies... though there are plenty in the farm field just over the wall.
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As I said yesterday we went to see Snow White - a local am-dram pantomime which our friend Phil was in. I am loyal to my friends and Phil was lovely as one of the Seven Dwarfs, one of the best things in it, in fact, but the rest of the panto... Oh boy... and I like pantomime.

To add insult to injury one of the girlies along the row pushed her way past during the performance and managed to tread on Best Beloved's sore toe - the one he lost the nail from a couple of nights ago. He went white. I thought he was going to scream. When the lights came up in the interval I spotted she was wearing stilletto heels.

OWWWWW!

Anyhow, much as we felt we owed it to Phil, we crept out before the end. I've never done that in a live performance before because I do appreciate the effort that goes into staging something like that... but...

So I didn't manage to get the binding done before going to the panto. Instead I got up early (for me) and I trailed all the way into Wakefield this morning to get Joe's architecture portfolio bound. Having spent the best part of five hours, yesterday, printing it perfectly... you guessed it... the binder-lady screwed up and ruined the first two sheets with a cut that went off the edge of the sheet. With no time to do anything else we photocopied the damages pages on to glossy paper. Not quite the same weight, but the best we could manage. i hurtled home again, arriving twenty minutes before the earliest time I'd booked the courier to find the DHL van sitting at my gate. Apparently the website is wrong and you can't get a pickup in our area after 1.00 and in all innocence I'd booked the collection between 2.00 and 4.30.

Luckily it's a courier service I've used before and - bless him - the driver waited. Then he stood around while I packed up the portfolio and with any luck it's already winging its way to the University of London, Department of the Built Environment. (The Bartlett.)

DHL get my vote every time. Great service.
jacey: (mad)
As I said yesterday we went to see Snow White - a local am-dram pantomime which our friend Phil was in. I am loyal to my friends and Phil was lovely as one of the Seven Dwarfs, one of the best things in it, in fact, but the rest of the panto... Oh boy... and I like pantomime.

To add insult to injury one of the girlies along the row pushed her way past during the performance and managed to tread on Best Beloved's sore toe - the one he lost the nail from a couple of nights ago. He went white. I thought he was going to scream. When the lights came up in the interval I spotted she was wearing stilletto heels.

OWWWWW!

Anyhow, much as we felt we owed it to Phil, we crept out before the end. I've never done that in a live performance before because I do appreciate the effort that goes into staging something like that... but...

So I didn't manage to get the binding done before going to the panto. Instead I got up early (for me) and I trailed all the way into Wakefield this morning to get Joe's architecture portfolio bound. Having spent the best part of five hours, yesterday, printing it perfectly... you guessed it... the binder-lady screwed up and ruined the first two sheets with a cut that went off the edge of the sheet. With no time to do anything else we photocopied the damages pages on to glossy paper. Not quite the same weight, but the best we could manage. i hurtled home again, arriving twenty minutes before the earliest time I'd booked the courier to find the DHL van sitting at my gate. Apparently the website is wrong and you can't get a pickup in our area after 1.00 and in all innocence I'd booked the collection between 2.00 and 4.30.

Luckily it's a courier service I've used before and - bless him - the driver waited. Then he stood around while I packed up the portfolio and with any luck it's already winging its way to the University of London, Department of the Built Environment. (The Bartlett.)

DHL get my vote every time. Great service.

Ouch

Jan. 27th, 2008 06:42 pm
jacey: (mad)
As if slicing his knuckle to the bone last Monday wasn't enough, in the middle of the night I heard an awful 'Owwwww!!!!" followed by another 'OWW!" and several uninventive but colourful curse-words. Best Beloved had gone for a mid-night bathroom trip without putting the light on and had stubbed his toe on the box of Christmas decorations sitting on the landing waiting to be taken up into the loft. In rebounding from the toe-stubbing he'd cracked the stitched knuckle on the airing cupboard door, jerked his hand back and cricked his neck.

Now there's a tale of woe.

And when he did put the light on, he'd managed to knock off his toenail cleanly and completely with much accompanying blood.

I say again, OWWWW!

Now the blood and the knuckle gashed to the bone is something I have no problem coping with. I can do blood. I don't fall over or go green. But toes are something I'm more than squeamish about and toenails... well... there's just no way I'm ministering to that injury. I'll tut and cluck in the background and offer sympathy and hot sweet tea, but he's on his own with the toenail thing.

Euwwww!

When he'd stopped swearing and had time to laugh, he said he was worried about going to do some building in the barn today because his next job was hoisting boards up to the first floor with the electric winch and he kept remembering the words to the song 'Paddy and the Bricks' and with his luck...
http://www.songsforteaching.com/paddysicknote.htm

Ouch

Jan. 27th, 2008 06:42 pm
jacey: (mad)
As if slicing his knuckle to the bone last Monday wasn't enough, in the middle of the night I heard an awful 'Owwwww!!!!" followed by another 'OWW!" and several uninventive but colourful curse-words. Best Beloved had gone for a mid-night bathroom trip without putting the light on and had stubbed his toe on the box of Christmas decorations sitting on the landing waiting to be taken up into the loft. In rebounding from the toe-stubbing he'd cracked the stitched knuckle on the airing cupboard door, jerked his hand back and cricked his neck.

Now there's a tale of woe.

And when he did put the light on, he'd managed to knock off his toenail cleanly and completely with much accompanying blood.

I say again, OWWWW!

Now the blood and the knuckle gashed to the bone is something I have no problem coping with. I can do blood. I don't fall over or go green. But toes are something I'm more than squeamish about and toenails... well... there's just no way I'm ministering to that injury. I'll tut and cluck in the background and offer sympathy and hot sweet tea, but he's on his own with the toenail thing.

Euwwww!

When he'd stopped swearing and had time to laugh, he said he was worried about going to do some building in the barn today because his next job was hoisting boards up to the first floor with the electric winch and he kept remembering the words to the song 'Paddy and the Bricks' and with his luck...
http://www.songsforteaching.com/paddysicknote.htm
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Work was interrupted today by a clunk from the back door and a shout from the kitchen. By the tone of voice I knew I'd better get a move on. The voice said: Please come and help me as fast as you can but I'm trying not to panic you because there's not too much blood - honest. It's a tone of voice I'm horribly familiar with as the wife of an avid Do-It-Yourselfer.
Actually Best Beloved is a great Do-It-Himselfer. He's handy with any number of dangerous looking implements and is always extremely safety conscious. Without sprain or strain, he's just demolished and rebuilt the inside of our ancient barn - including taking down a whole upper floor and digging out the lower floor and laying twelve tons of concrete. He's also taught himself to build block walls (taking advice from a builder friend) and the most recent accomplishment is a fifteen foot high by twenty-five foot long block wall that's impressive in it's clinical verticularity. Not bad for an old guy, eh?
But small accidents happen. We need to budget for elastoplast and antiseptic cream, spray-on skin and finger-stalls.
This morning he was hanging joists to replace the demolished upper floor and caught his finger on a joist hanger. By the time I got into the kitchen most of the bleeding had stopped but his index finger was open to the knuckle, so it was grab a sterile pad from the first aid bag, get him to hold it on tight and call the local health centre. Bless them they said: come straight down. As we walked in the door they were waiting and ten minutes later Best Beloved had two stitches, a big white bandage and orders to keep it clean and return in two days for the dressing to be changed.
Did I also say he was incorrigible?
As I write this is he sitting in front of the telly taking it easy? Is he even upstairs in the studio getting on with some of the clean work that's to be done? Of course not. He's back out in the barn... Here he is having a celebratory cup of tea with the above mentioned finished block wall behind him.

If anyone wants to see the barn's progress (so far) it's at http://www.jacey-bedford.com/barn01.html
Best Beloved in front of new block wall.
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Work was interrupted today by a clunk from the back door and a shout from the kitchen. By the tone of voice I knew I'd better get a move on. The voice said: Please come and help me as fast as you can but I'm trying not to panic you because there's not too much blood - honest. It's a tone of voice I'm horribly familiar with as the wife of an avid Do-It-Yourselfer.
Actually Best Beloved is a great Do-It-Himselfer. He's handy with any number of dangerous looking implements and is always extremely safety conscious. Without sprain or strain, he's just demolished and rebuilt the inside of our ancient barn - including taking down a whole upper floor and digging out the lower floor and laying twelve tons of concrete. He's also taught himself to build block walls (taking advice from a builder friend) and the most recent accomplishment is a fifteen foot high by twenty-five foot long block wall that's impressive in it's clinical verticularity. Not bad for an old guy, eh?
But small accidents happen. We need to budget for elastoplast and antiseptic cream, spray-on skin and finger-stalls.
This morning he was hanging joists to replace the demolished upper floor and caught his finger on a joist hanger. By the time I got into the kitchen most of the bleeding had stopped but his index finger was open to the knuckle, so it was grab a sterile pad from the first aid bag, get him to hold it on tight and call the local health centre. Bless them they said: come straight down. As we walked in the door they were waiting and ten minutes later Best Beloved had two stitches, a big white bandage and orders to keep it clean and return in two days for the dressing to be changed.
Did I also say he was incorrigible?
As I write this is he sitting in front of the telly taking it easy? Is he even upstairs in the studio getting on with some of the clean work that's to be done? Of course not. He's back out in the barn... Here he is having a celebratory cup of tea with the above mentioned finished block wall behind him.

If anyone wants to see the barn's progress (so far) it's at http://www.jacey-bedford.com/barn01.html
Best Beloved in front of new block wall.

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