What’s been happening
This week I received a truly marvellous present. My heartfelt thanks to the special person who sent it all the way across the Atlantic. Distance is nothing …
Ivy has been keeping us amused as usual.
“Me and my friend.”
My number of followers seems to be stuck on 174. I wonder who number 175 will be?
For those who were kind enough to show concern about my hand I can report that it no longer hurts – unless I’m daft enough to really press on it. The skin is all wrinkled and ruffled and red but hasn’t broken so hopefully no infections will follow. I’m keeping it well-oiled / covered with antiseptic so it doesn’t dry out too much. In the meantime, the burn that I hadn’t realised I had acquired (and therefore did nothing with) on my right arm is red raw and most unpleasant looking. I must have caught the beetroot tray on it as I put the frying pan down. It just shows what a difference putting it in water made. Many thanks to Son-who-watches-films for looking up what to do on the Internet.
My Notice Board
This is what my notice board looks like as at 1st February 2013.
It will take something special to replace this card from GB.
Among the old postcards I acquired on E-bay recently was this one. I thought it looked interesting and unlike most of the other English and Scottish places I didn’t know where it was.
It turns out Inglesham Roundhouse is near Lechlade where Uncle Eric used to live. This is one of five of these distinctive buildings constructed by the Thames and Severn Canal Company within 2 years of the canal's opening in 1789, serving as lengthsman's* cottages. It is now owned by British Waterways. The roundhouses came in two basic forms – one with a conventional pitched roof, the other with an inverted 'conical roof'. The inverted roof is believed to have been used to collect rain water to supply the roundhouse. The roundhouses have three floors. Originally the ground floor would have been used as a stable with the first and second floors being used for living accommodation. (*A lengthsman was someone who cared for a particular stretch of canal, railway, or road.)
That catten again…
“I feel safe up here.”