DAYS OUT/WORK:

Trolley, emptied!

Today I had a three hour Flex shift, entirely within Peterborough City. The first third thereof was in the snazzy modern blocks of flats, near HM Passport Office.

I’m in the lift in one of these, having unloaded my handy little collapsible trolley, in the top pic’. Foxy-eyed observers might note one final remaining package?

Initially I hated delivering to blocks of flats. Now that I have this trolley it’s a lot less onerous. But the Flex app’s routing leaves a lot to be desired! More often than not, one needs to re-order the drops into a more geographically rational sequence.

Mid-deliveries, poss Clarkson House?

The latter part of the shift – mostly around Priestgate and Cowgate – was even more arduous, including several drops where I simply couldn’t access properties, with customers who didn’t reply to texts or calls. All leading to a record no. (for me) of returns – five packages – to the depot.

For some reason I find these urban delivery routes not just the least enjoyable, but downright unpleasant. They’re very stressful. And unlike country routes, I’m confronted with urban ugliness, and ‘human pollution’, in stark contrast with the abundance of stuff, on countryside routes, that lifts my spirits, and tempts me to take the occasional snap.

The trolley is so helpful. Partic’ on multiple deliveries. And even more so in ‘flocks of bats’, as I call ‘em. But I might benefit even more from one with some form of (detachable?) storage bag? If the boxes are big ‘n’ rectangular, all is well. But little and irregular packages tend to fall orff!

DAYS iN: More Pics on’t Walls!

Frame fixed, Vermeer up.

Having mended the broken frame, and found the missing glass, another little Vermeer went back up.

Two little pics, by the big mirror.

Two little Samuel Palmer postcard prints are back up, as well. Formerly downstairs, they’re now either side of the large bed-head end bedroom mirror.

One…
T’other…

These dinky little images are lovely. Kind of deep sepia-brown, and very pastoral. I need to get their proper names!

DAYS OUT: Signs & Wanders

Teresa, busy crocheting.

Teresa continues her crocheting apace. I bought her some more wool. And also I bought a bit for myself. She’s encouraging me to try my hand(s) at crocheting. So I’m going to have a crack.

Bought me some wool!

Our delivering in The Fens again. Place names around here have an Earthy Magick I adore. Here’s another good’un:

Don’t these Fenny types know it’s ‘belt driven’?

And, as is so often the case, there’s many a golden hour to be savoured.

Hall Dike? Glorious!

Not all my pics are quite as charming as the above, which is actually a cropped zoomed in detail of a larger snap. Here are a few more from the same drive:

Fendyke Rd, Emneth.
Sixteen Foot Bank.
Sixteen Foot. So pretty!

DAYS OUT: Strange House & Splendid Skies

Intriguing property, on Sutton Rd, Leverington.

I often pass this place, when I’m out delivering, or doing other stuff. And I always find it intriguing.

The strange white semi sculptural structures appear to be for the displaying of stained glass. Perhaps this was a stained glass manufactory – the large outbuilding in back? – and maybe also a museum of sorts?

Here’s what appears to be a turn-stile.

The property has much wrought-iron work about the place. Much of which is painted a very attractive retro-looking Victorian or Edwardian green.

More wrought-iron work.

More skilled metal work, making this an interesting property. I ‘googled’ the address, to see if any business is or was listed there. But no dice! The photo below is a screenshot from Google Maps/Earth.

On this same day there were, as there so often are, very beautiful skies. So here are a few snaps. Sadly not great. I must get a better camera! But they capture something of the atmos’!

Forty Foot Bank.

I love The Fens! The water, the skies, the waving backlit seed-heads. The subtle shades.

Love this photo!

The intense blues and greys, and numerous other subtle hues, make these almost monochrome images sing with a deep almost melancholic beauty.

Just gorgeous!

I’m hoping that all this photography might have some use or purpose. I’m planning to resume artistic activities. As is Teresa. And to such ends we are going to refurbish/patch up and equip one of several sheds as an art studio.

DAYS OUT: Simple Things; Brunch at Tesco

Beautiful lilies.

It’s Saturday. Earlier today we did a big Tesco shop. And had brunch in the café. Teresa totally bowled me over on Friday by calling our place our ‘Heavenly home’.

I can get down on our home, on account of several things, from the clutter, and the old inherited decor, to some difficult times I or we have experienced. To hear it described as Heavenly, and to therefore be brought back to the living truth of that observation, is… well, manna from Heaven, so to speak.

Teresa tucking in.

I’m very lucky to have Teresa in my life. I’m not altogether sure that, without her, I’d even be here at all. I’m not being a drama Queen, either. I really mean it.

And me doing likewise.
Simple hearty fare.

This theme of ‘Simple Things’ is really terrific. I’m learning to be less snobbish. It’s easy to make one’s own life less pleasant by saying only certain things are up to snuff. Being discerning has its plus points. But if you’re not careful, too much stuff can become distasteful. And then all the joy is sucked out of life.

Teresa’s lovely crochet.

Teresa’s crocheting a baby blanket for her cousin Oliver’s child. I adore the colours. She’s said she’ll make me a tank-top. I’m going to hold you to that, Sweets!

Our beautiful boy, Chester, happy as Larry.

I love how we’re organically developing a theme of greens. This hasn’t been planned. It’s just evolving, naturally. Love it!

DAYS OUT: The Two Towers of Friday Bridge

Little tower.

Driving to a short work shift. And it’s just another gorgeous day in The Fens. There’s a certain charmingly ‘umble poetry in some of the place names roundabouts.

Big tower.

I love the name Friday Bridge, for example. And this wee village has two quite interesting towers. A wee little’un. And a gurt big’un.

Big tower, little tower.

Here they are in the same shot. Is it Little/Big Tower or Big/Little Tower?

Just another diamond day.

The weather, whilst still cold, is improving. And it’s getting noticeably brighter later.

Ruby, freshly washed.

ART: More Van de Veldes!

Finally got this!

This book was supposed to arrive – as a similar item indeed did – for my January 5th birthday.

After HM Customs & Royal Mail sat on it for roughly a fortnight – it’d be fun to think they’d enjoyed reading it, but as the packaging hasn’t been interfered with, I guess not (it seems they just like to hold on to stuff for ages!) – it was finally delivered this morning.

Oh frabjous day!

This brings my ‘library’ on The Van de Veldes to three books on just them, and several others in which they feature.

But this is far and away the ‘flagship’ publication, being as it’s hardback, a recent edition with fab colour images, and in English.

The first acquisition.

My first book on these guys was small and mostly black and white. My second was in Dutch. So this is great.

The second, in Dutch, obvs!
The ‘collection’.

I’m hoping that we might be able to get some of the images printed locally, for framing/display at home. That’d be fab! I also intend to use the art of the Van de Veldes as inspiration. Either copying directly, using elements – cloud and sea studies, for example – or in various other ways. We shall sea what we shall sea…

HOME/DiY: Tidying & Fixing…

Simple stuff. Homely stuff. It’s good!

An original acrylic sketch, and a Ruskin postcard.

Today I’m working a late shift, in the evening. So during the day I’m doing lots of little things: returning an item to Amazon (Dixie cap US Navy hat, that’s too small); tidying the bedroom, area by area; mending a broken picture-frame; and hanging some art back up, on’t walls.

Brice Marden, back up.

The Brice Marden artwork above has a damaged frame, sadly. I’ll prob fix it soon-ish. Or I might just get a new/replacement one?

As is so often the case, with some of these myriad little jobs, I forgot to take a before pic, re the tidying up of cables and power supplies near our bedroom TV and DVD-player.

Some tools for this job.

I decided to attach some of the junction type units – an HDMI adaptor, and a four-way plug adaptor, for example – to other things. To create some order where all was ugly and dysfunctional chaos!

Marking up the Velcro patch area.
Velcro added.
Ugly junction box attached and hidden.

The little round HDMI hub, or junction box, is now on the back of the TV, instead of just hanging mid-air. And one of the four-gangs is now attached to the wall above the skirting board.

Ready to be attached…
That this is a helluva lot neater says something!

And then there’s a Vermeer print with a broken frame and missing glass. I found the missing glass. And the frame is currently gluing… I trust/hope?

Getting this frame repaired…

I even tidied up the area – last night and this morning – around the dining table. I did that for Burns’ Night. Here’s how it looks now:

Much nicer!

Just in time for Burns’ Night leftovers…

Yummy!

MiSC: End Of Year Accounts

‘Taxes! Taxes! Taxes!‘ indeed…

I took a day off my delivery work yesterday, to do my end of year accounts.

This involved a review of my annual figures, since I stopped using Alan Kindred as my accountant. This year, 2022-23, is the third, doing them myself online. I’ll come back to this later.

I also wanted to try and calm down, as my anxiety levels have been rising precipitously. Sadly a very stressful (and totally pointless) chat with dad, fairly early in the morning, scuppered that hope. I had to disengage from my accounts, and anything else, to calm down.

I did manage to calm myself. And I did get back to, and finish, my online submission. Thank goodness! It’s not a chore I enjoy.

Hell is actually call-centre queuing!*

*Florence Baptistry mosaic.

Another difficult part of the day was a phone call to HMRC. The robotic preamble to being placed in the queue says it’s a 30 minute wait. Ha! I knew it’d be longer.

The call itself was one hour and twenty minutes long. Only the last fifteen minutes of which was my conversation with the advisor. She was very helpful. But it’s criminal how underfunded and under-resourced all our public services are.

As Richard Osman said pointedly to camera, on his House Of Games show, Britain needs to wake up!

Anyway, accounts submitted, it’s now just a case of waiting to see how my latest figures impact on my overall fiscal situation.

Money, money, money… eh!?

DAYS iN: Burns’ Night, ‘24.

Teresa rustled up a fab’ meal of Haggis, wi’ mash, n’ whatnot, for Burns’ Night. We couldn’t find the CD o’ his poetry we usually listen to. So it was YouTube… this was nice:

In the past we might’ve had a wee dram o’ whuskey. This year, alcohol free, it’s Nozecco!

A sparkling drop.

And wasn’t it lovely? Yes, it was.

Steaming!