A happy ST GEORGES DAY for yesterday. I was laid in bed listening to Cumbria radio in the morning and they asked people to phone , text, or e-mail in. (Oh the joys of retirement.) The question they asked was, what makes you feel English? It was lovely hearing people say what they thought made us so English. So many things! The ringing of Church bells on Sunday morning, cream teas, English gardens, soft summer rain! Fish and chips, Blackpool, the Lake District, never being far from the sea. I love all those things and know how lucky we are. I was surprised though, because being a retired florist. (Now I'm called a floral designer. Why? I guess it sounds posher.) I remember how many men used to wear a red rose for England on St Georges Day, and yet no one mentioned it on the program.
I went shopping yesterday and was in two super markets. Neither of them had any sign up about the special day and I had to buy a mixed bunch of roses just to get a red rose.
And yes I'm sure I could have bought one from a florist. I'm afraid my excuse for that, is that I was offered a lift to the super markets. Which meant I could do a huge shop. As it was a man friend who took me, I don't think he was too happy after two hours! 'But I was.' (-:
Plans never really work out do they? As you can tell, I was going to stay in and write yesterday and had started off by wishing you all a happy day. The first thing I'm going to say is, I'm not complaining. I love friends visiting and never usually say no to dropping everything to do more interesting things. The past couple of days I have been out to lunch, with friends, had my new eyes tested and bought a lovely top to wear on my holidays. I can't wait to get to start wearing my glasses. 'My face needs them!'
I have also been to the lovely old fashioned picture house called the Roxy, it's in Ulverston a small town ten miles from where I live. You can buy a cup of tea as you go in and it still has the interval when the ice cream lady come to the front to sell her wares. Also the screen is still the old fashioned screen. No vidio films here! Still they had Danny Boyles movie Trance on, and that has nothing old fashioned about it. As usual he has made another great movie. I have to admit, it isn't anything like Slum Dog Millionare. It's gripping, but, and it's a big But,--- don't ask me about the plot. It's quite bloody, not a bit like him!!! Still it's gripping, and although the end never really explained it to me, it kept me glued to the screen.
I forget how old I am until I get a day like today. I should have met some friends this morning but my body said rest. And my vacum says clean. I'm still resting! I've pulled my hoover out so that if anyone calls they'll think I'm just starting to clean. Although I guess the fact that I'm still in my dressing gown might let the game away.
Yesterday it was a sunny afternoon and of course it showed every mark up on my side window in my sitting room. I went to clean it but getting closer I realised it had the perfect hand print from my neary 18 months old great grandson Tyler, on it. I'ts so beautiful, I've have decided not to clean it until it gets smudged.
I have been invited to read to ladies group about the childs view of the war. I have found a peice I had researched about the articles recommened to be in your room or shelter in an emergency. Of course this was for the blitz in WW2. It is quite interesting and would be so different now. These are some, I think it is quite strange.
1- String, hammer, nails, scissors.
2- Gummed paper and adhesive tape.
3- Pot of paste or gum for pasting paper over cracks and window panes. Paste can be made from flour and water boiled with a few cloves to keep it fresh. For windows, thin sheets of transparent or translucent non-inflamible material. (commonly used for wrapping purposes) can be used. Requires cellulose laquer to stick down.
4- Candles, matches, lamp or an electric hand- lamp. (I think that means a torch.) Needles, cotton and thread. (Who would want to sew in those circumstances?) Material to protect the windows, e.g. old newspaper. (We needed the newspaper for the lavs, as there was no such things as toilet rolls for the working class then.) Brown paper, or failing this, some old linen from pillow cases or (Most old linen was in use on our old pillows.) Mosquito netting. (Where they thought we would get the latter from I have no idea. Only people in the forces traveled abroad and I don't think their thoughts were on bringing mosquito nets back .)
A few tins or jars with air tight lids to store food. (No fridges in those days, in fact our mams were used to scraping mould of the cheese and as flitches of bacon were hung from the ceiling in grocery shops. It was normal to clean the maggots off the top when it was brought down to use.)
5- Bottle of diinfectant, clean rags. Box of First Aid supplies, containing a few bandages, small packet of boracic lint, cotton wool, some safety pins, a second pair of scissors. a bottle of smelling salts. (How many remember sniffing them just for fun when you were a kid, and your eyes smarting and streaming. (We didn't have many toys then!) Sal volatile and at least one pair of dark lens glasses. Non inflamable. (That was in case we had to come out of our shelter with flames all around us. Can you imagine, (Voices all around, 'Where are my sun glasses?')
As this is the first five, of eighteen suggestions of what should be put into our shelter or cellar in WW2, and I don't know how to scan. I will put some more in my next blog, I hope you find my little piece of our history interesting.
Phone has rung three times so must see who has phoned. If I don't answer after a couple of calls at least one of my friends will panic and think I've popped off. I can't fathom out quite why, if they don't ring for three or four days, I'm still alive, but if I don't answer after a two or three of calls in one day, they work out I might have popped my clogs.
Well waffle time is over