Another Christmas
I'm back again to find that it's almost a year since my last post.
In the circumstances it's amazing that the trend of my pageviews is
inexorably upwards.
Apologies to all my fans for being so remiss. My excuse is that
I've been busy tring to get "Hazel" finished. This
wonderful project is turning into a nightmare as I continue to
struggle with increasingly technical problems ages after the boat
should have been in service. It's a case of so near yet so far away.
Most of it is finished, but those things still to be completed, the
gas system, the battery charging system and the shower are all being
difficult to sort out.
Christmas has given me a couple of days much needed enforced rest.
Last Sunday I went down to Rugby to drop off presents for my brother
and my various nephews, great nephews etc. I hoped to see our
electronics expert in the midlands on the same trip but he proved to
be excessively elusive. I brought the van back on Monday morning,
laden with lots of donations for the shop, and handed it over to Lee
who was doing shop deliveries for the day. Wednesday was Christmas
Eve and it's the tradition that I give our manager the day off and
run the shop. I enjoy this and I was able to take the opportunity,
between customers, to sort out part of our huge book section. The
Wooden Canal Boat Society shop is the biggest secondhand bookshop for
miles around but sorting out the books is not a popular job. We
really need a bookworm volunteer to maintain it. I'd love to do it
but I don't have the time. Bob was a great help, a really good
willing volunteer. We packed up at 2PM as the customers had stopped
coming in, then me and Em went home for tea and present wrapping,
plus doing the rounds of battery changing and boat checking. I don't
want anything sinking over Christmas.
Christmas morning I cooked us a breakfast then we had great fun
unwrapping presents. People have given us some really nice things.
Somehow I've managed to lose one of Emunas gifts! she'll have another
Christmas when I find it.
A big hit with us are the head bands given by one of my nephews.
He's been wearing one permanently for years and Emuna has been trying
to persuade him to remove it because she says it makes him look odd.
He's come up with a brilliant ruse to normalise his appearance, give
them to everyone else so that the wearing of the band becomes normal.
There's two small flaws in this strategy. There's about 70 million
people in Britain and normalisation of headbands requires them to be
supplied to a large proportion then, the other flaw, they have to be
persuaded to wear them. Emuna and I have been showing willing over
Christmas but I doubt if I will keep it up as it doesn't protect me
from sun or rain and it's surprisingly hot, causing my brain to
overheat. Apart from that, I look more like an American soldier in
the Vietnam war than Indiana Jones.
After presents I had to go out and see to the boats again while
Emuna had a rest. With that done I returned and lit the stove ready
for Christmas lunch in the front room. I had a sudden bright idea.
Why not postpone our Christmas meal until teatime and go out on to
the moors as the sun was shining brightly after days of constant
rain. Emuna liked the idea so I closed down the stove and we climbed
aboard the van.
As we headed East into the Pennines the sky darkened ahead of us.
We went via Oldham and eventually stopped beside a small reservoir
high above Diggle. It was now dull and raining intermittently, but,
looking back down the valley we could see Lancashire lit up by bright
sunshine. Emuna was too tired to walk so she sat and enjoyed the view
while I walked in a big circle around the bleak moorlands of sodden
peat and grim stone. By the time I got back it was nearly dark so we
drove home via Delph, Uppermill and Mossley.
I revived the fire and Emuna cooked the dinner. Captain Kit
Crewbucket, who is staying with us as he was poorly and needed
looking after, enjoyed offcuts of chicken. It was a nice quiet
evening sitting reading and occassionally stuffing more wood into the
stove.
Boxing day morning Emuna was slumbering so I went out to check the
boats and plant some trees. Each year I plant a few oak trees to
replace the ones that I've used in boatbuilding. The Ashton Canal is
gradually becoming an oak corridor as I plant up the vacant bits of
waterside land. Back home, Em was still feeling shattered, so we've
spent most of the day in bed reading, watching films and stroking the
cat. It's been a nice rest, though the nagging knowledge that the
boat has to be finished doesn't go away.It's back to work tomorrow. A
couple of days of just me working on the boat so I can get on with my
jobs. It's not very exciting but I've enjoyed this midwinter pause.
PS. The reason for Emuna's constant tiredness is that she has
Chronic Fatigue Syndrome or ME.