HELLO FORKERS 🌽 Sept ‘20

chicky · September 2020

Pretty cool certificate to hang in the smallest room 🤣

Sounds like son has taken on the mantle for future family gatherings @Busy-Lizzie .....hope he knows what he’s let himself in for 😱

Chooks sound amazing @obelixx. Hope Possum is ok today - the occasional meltdown is to be expected. I feel like I am permanently on the brink of one myself atm. Must stop watching the news.

Make sure you add Monty’s book to your hibernation cave @punkdoc ...... I’m learning loads about the evils of silage.

Off to do a click and collect order this morning, then out for a walk this afternoon. Went on one yesterday and found a forest of fungi.....

A whole little world in miniature. That cheered me up 😀

Dovefromabove · September 2020

@Obelixx ... our lot are the Worshipful Company of Feltmakers ... in the days when I kept sheep a certificate might’ve been useful ... however something for cousin to hang on his wall to make him feel even more important than he already does is of very little interest here.

I know the history of my family ... gt grandfather was Mayor of Luton six times and pal of the then PoW and was about to be knighted when he died. He built fresh water wells for various villages in Scotland and was responsible for the railway going to Luton rather than another nearby town .... loads and loads of other stuff. I know it all ... why I should want a certificate on my wall I just don’t know. I’m far more interested in the doings and well-being of my descendants ... just don’t get why cousin feels it contributes to his status in society 🙄

WonkyWomble · September 2020

Morning all.
Dove, I only have cats and hedgehogs but I can drive them through London if you like?

Fairy.... don't like Adam? Monty is great but I have to say I'm enjoying Adams presenting and garden more this year. With Monty it just feels like repeats of previous years.

Obelixx, I hope Possum begins to feel more settled at home with you. Sounds like a dramatic hair cut she had! Very kind of her to donate her locks to wig making charity.
The chucks sound adorable, I'd love to have some!

Pdoc, it's hibernation weather here too! I don't mind though, love the sound of the wind

Pat E · September 2020

Hi everyone. Flopping at the moment. Will catch up later.

Busy-Lizzie · September 2020

There is an old barn at my son's new house. He is planning to smarten it up and use it for family gatherings. A house like that would have cost a lot more in England, but this is rural France - which also means the house is more rustic than a house in England! Great views, but Dordogne is known for great views.

I like Adam, but his strange way of talking is starting to grate a bit.

2 ancestors on on my Mother's father's side, a great grandfather (2 or 3 greats) and his son were Mayors of Norwich. I was never interested when I was young but I'm more interested now. However, the most interesting is the progress of my grandchildren!

Dovefromabove · September 2020

@punkdoc when you were on your Scottish trip I waxed lyrical over Simon Armitage’s new book ‘Sandettie Light Vessel Automatic’ ... treat yourself ... I did and I’m so glad. 😊

punkdoc · September 2020

Thanks @Dovefromabove.
This has been one of my favourites for a long time.

To His Lost Lover

Now they are no longer
any trouble to each other

he can turn things over, get down to that list
of things that never happened, all of the lost

unfinishable business.
For instance… for instance,

how he never clipped and kept her hair, or drew a hairbrush
through that style of hers, and never knew how not to blush

at the fall of her name in close company.
How they never slept like buried cutlery –

two spoons or forks cupped perfectly together,
or made the most of some heavy weather –

walked out into hard rain under sheet lightning,
or did the gears while the other was driving.

How he never raised his fingertips
to stop the segments of her lips

from breaking the news,
or tasted the fruit

or picked for himself the pear of her heart,
or lifted her hand to where his own heart

was a small, dark, terrified bird
in her grip. Where it hurt.

Or said the right thing,
or put it in writing.

And never fled the black mile back to his house
before midnight, or coaxed another button of her blouse,

then another,
or knew her

favourite colour,
her taste, her flavour,

and never ran a bath or held a towel for her,
or soft-soaped her, or whipped her hair

into an ice-cream cornet or a beehive
of lather, or acted out of turn, or misbehaved

when he might have, or worked a comb
where no comb had been, or walked back home

through a black mile hugging a punctured heart,
where it hurt, where it hurt, or helped her hand

to his butterfly heart
in its two blue halves.

And never almost cried,
and never once described

an attack of the heart,
or under a silk shirt

nursed in his hand her breast,
her left, like a tear of flesh

wept by the heart,
where it hurts,

or brushed with his thumb the nut of her nipple,
or drank intoxicating liquors from her navel.

Or christened the Pole Star in her name,
or shielded the mask of her face like a flame,

a pilot light,
or stayed the night,

or steered her back to that house of his,
or said “Don’t ask me how it is

I like you.
I just might do.”

How he never figured out a fireproof plan,
or unravelled her hand, as if her hand

were a solid ball
of silver foil

and discovered a lifeline hiding inside it,
and measured the trace of his own alongside it.

But said some things and never meant them –
sweet nothings anybody could have mentioned.

And left unsaid some things he should have spoken,
about the heart, where it hurt exactly, and how often.

Dovefromabove · September 2020

Update re my prescription ... I phoned Boots at 10am and the pharmacist apologised fulsomely ... last week was the busiest they’d ever had and they were working their way through the alphabet ... my surname begins with a W. 😂. I said I understood ... Pa said when he was in the RAF he was always at the end of the queue for jabs ... remember when they used the same needle for everyone? 😱

Anyway ... she had my meds and by 10:30 OH had picked them up for me. 👍

Lizzie27 · September 2020

That's beautiful @Punkdoc - thanks for sharing.

I think we've got the same problem here Dove, must nudge the pharmacy tomorrow for OH's meds, our surname also begins with a W!

The chickens sound great fun @Obelixx, as well as the luxury of fresh eggs. I'm sorry to hear that Possum had a wobbly yesterday and hope she feels better soon. My daughter seems to have stabilised somewhat as far as I can tell and she's off the meds. We had a lovely few days together earlier this month.

Just seen the weekend's photos of the queues at the top of Snowdon, am glad we didn't attempt it now.

Just talked to eldest brother who was coming to stay next weekend and then attend a family gathering for my late aunt's interment of ashes. Unfortunately his part of Manchester has now been locked down so he can't come which is a shame - haven't seen him since last November. Younger brother and his wife are both too poorly to attend as well so it will only be me and my sister.

Golly, 6 acres sound a lot @Busy-Lizzie but what fun for the grandchildren.

Dovefromabove · September 2020

It is very beautiful @punkdoc ... one of my favourites too 😍

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