November is looking more promising...

 My darling friend Lynn's birthday is a fortnight after mine, so today is the midway spot between the two of us.  I have not yet bought her a present, nor thanked her for mine.  There was an exhibition of spinning and weaving in Yagnub the week before last and I'd hoped I might find her something there - sadly, I didn't make it there until the last day and everything that I thought would have really suited her was already sold.  I suspect I know what I'll send, but it's perishable, so I hope her beloved hasn't whisked her away on holiday.  I must deal with it soon, anyway.

Absolute chaos still at the Zedery.  I'm mightily pissed off with the kitchen fitter, who has been an arse.  Quite simply, because he hasn't kept anyone informed, so the kitchen units turned up the morning after the old kitchen had been stripped and he hadn't told Magnet - who had employed him on my behalf - that he had no intention of coming that morning.  He has been awkward and obstructive and he has one more chance, next week.  And I can't really talk about it because it takes a lot to make me angry and he has and I don't need to fan the flames.  I'd rather calm myself down.

My friends Pam and Peter have moved into a very luxurious nursing home in the town a few miles away.  I went to visit them the other day - I felt very bad, that I hadn't been before, but they're too stressed to want unannounced visitors and they haven't been answering their phone.  Anyway, they have a very nice room, but it absolutely won't do in the long term.  Poor Pam has a bed tucked in a corner, because Peter needs so much care that his has to take centre position, with room for a hoist and a wheelchair too.  I've talked to their daughter about the situation - Pam is woken every night when they come to look after Peter.  She's seriously thinking of going back to their house for a couple of nights, just to get some sleep.  For what they're paying, they should have a bedroom and a sitting room, at the least.  

In the midst of all, I'm working on the auction catalogue.  I've never been so behind, but I'll have to try very hard to spot all mistakes before the catalogue itself is formatted, so that it'll just be tweaking at that stage.  I'm running out of time, however.  I need the first draft ready by Saturday night, but I'm out most of tomorrow, on Friday morning and on Saturday; then I'm going away from Sunday morning to Thursday evening.  I used to be able to do paperwork in the evenings after everyday work all day, but I simply can't now.  Our old friend Dave East kindly came over to help with the photography yesterday, as I'd sounded so distressed on Facebook.  I don't usually show it when I'm that agitated any more, but I'm glad I did, because I appreciated his help and friendship and enjoyed his company.  And today, I didn't cancel my visit to Norwich - which I would have done, back in the day, when I put work first - but then stayed on for lunch (I've learned to like going into a nice restaurant and asking for a table for one) and then bought clothes - nothing interesting, just jeans and sensible shoes for my trip away next week, which will involve a lot of walking.  

I also dealt with some bank admin.  I now need to write a covering letter and post stuff off.  I've also got to book Tim's car's MOT and, before that, get a chip in the windscreen repaired.

In short, I'm coping, but there's a lot to do.  

Z will be back

 Thank you, I'm sorry I've worried you lovely friends.  I'm fine, I'm quite harassed and I'm also very busy.  At one time, I'd still have blogged, even if it had been from my phone at 11.55 pm and I'd been nearly asleep.  It's not a bad thing that I've moved on from that.  

In short, I don't have a kitchen yet, I do have a bathroom and a cloakroom floor, I'm okay, my family is okay, I'll blog as soon as the catalogue for the next auction is under control.  

Z's Scottish holiday 4 I think. Returning home

Honestly, everything was wonderful.  Apart from the minor detail of my phone wanting me to walk in rough grass next to a very busy dual carriageway, which was more than redeemed by a lovely woman turning her car round on a side road, to come and check where I wanted to go and put me right, everything was perfect.  Except leaving my bag in the taxi, having to run - and retrieving it, woo hoo - which gave me two migraines; but that was completely my fault, so doesn't count - it was fabulous.  When I'm not so busy, I might upload some photos, but they'll just be random snapshots, so you won't miss anything if I don't get round to it.

I'm so far behind the daily blogging that I might have to do a précis.  Now it's Tuesday 2nd September and it's Dilly's birthday.  I sent her a card, but that's all, apart from an affectionate message.  I've asked what she would like and she's told me, which is alarmingly practical, but I'm completely out of imagination,  Son in law Phil's birthday on the 5th and at least I've posted the card today...

The kitchen is no longer there, it's a bare room with an Aga.  So this should also be a kitchen post.  I trust I'll do better tomorrow.  I have got some extras done today, including the first steps to retrieving my other blog.  From now on, all posts will be put on both.  I'll talk to Ronan about the possibility of filling in the gaps here, too.  Belt and braces is the least of it, at the Zedery

Z's Scottish holiday - 3 (having written 2 but not described it as such)

 I hadn't realised quite how huge Loch Lomond was, nor any of the lochs.  Scotland is bigger than it looks on the maps.  The drive to Fort William was uneventful and I received a warm welcome from my very dear friends.  The next day, J was working - though past retirement age, he still works as a doctor at the local hospital, with one day a fortnight dedicated to his really vital research.  C and I drove up towards the port that led to the Isles.  

That would have been uneventful, if an idiot hadn't completely misjudged a series of bends and driven towards us, on our side of the road.  It was sheer luck that he managed to control his car at the last and - C having braked sharply - avoided us.  The roads are well signed to slow down, the moron had no excuse.  A lot of people drive badly and that's that.  Your bad luck if they kill you, but we were lucky that day.

Truly, the time I spent with J,C and their son Ca were wonderful.  I loved everything.  The drive and walk to the waterfall, their delicious food and the visit to Mallaig, with the excellent lunch that C would not let me pay for.  The next morning, I drove back to Glasgow, stopping at the Hill House, designed by Rennie Mackintosh, on the way.  The sadness that he died quite young of cancer, not having any idea how much he would be admired in the future.

I got back to the hotel and had a nap before dinner.  How pleasant it is, to have an afternoon nap - I so rarely do that.  The nice young waiter greeted me and remembered my preferred drink.  After a peculiar pizza a couple of nights earlier (I don't say it wasn't acceptable, but gherkins on a pizza are weird), I decided to have a burger, which was one of the best - I'm no expert and rarely eat it, but that didn't preclude its quality - I've ever eaten.

Today, I drove back to the BWs in Northumberland and arrived quite a lot earlier than I'd thought I would - which was just as well, because rain was forecast and they wanted to take me to their favourite National Trust property; Wallington, about half an hour from their house.  And now it's 9.30 and I'm tired, so more another day.  Tomorrow, I drive home again.

Z takes the high road

 It's been too busy to keep up but, tonight, I've had dinner and it's not yet 9 o'clock, so here we are.

The car has been fine.  I still have no idea what the problem was - on Thursday, I'd driven for 45 minutes before stopping briefly twice, so the battery should have had plenty of charge.  I'm still quite anxious every time I start it, but we're back to the normal vroom, so it seems to have sorted out its problem.

On Friday, I walked to the Kelvingrove, where I was meeting Fiona once she'd finished with her appointments.  My satnav had a slight, bemusing glitch, when it wanted me to walk alongside a freeway, which was clearly not designed for pedestrians.  As I hesitated, a woman did a turn in a side road to come and ask if I needed help.  So kind!  But every Scot I've met has been friendly and kind.  She soon put me right, there was a back road - and the next time, this was what the satnav advised.  Lack of concentration on the part of inanimate objects,  it seems.

The Burrell is fabulous, as ever.  I think there are more pieces on display - although, the last time I was there, I had limited time and there was plenty, on this visit.  I took slight issue with some of the labels - I think that they should give information rather than opinions and, in at least one case, the opinion was factually incorrect.  They also fudged, in a few cases - not that they should have said anything in those instances, but it was hypocritical not to.  But that's nothing to do with the exhibits or the layout, both of which were wonderful.

The next day was Saturday and I took the train to Edinburgh.  With incredible stupidity, I managed to leave a bag in the taxi and, realising immediately,  I started to chase the taxi down the road, waving at it.  Luckily, it was held up by a traffic light, 500 metres down the road.  Z does not run at full pelt for 500m.  But I had to.  I just arrived as the lights changed and was able to stop the driver, fall into the cab and pick up my bag.  I staggered back to the station and leant on a wall for several minutes, panting.  I hope never to run that far or fast again.  It's bad for me.  Later, I developed a migraine, which I walked off for an hour or two, but it came back - I found a Boots and bought some pills, which worked.  

I went to the Scottish National Gallery and the museum, then walked until I found myself halfway down Princes Street.  Up or down?  I had a feeling that down would take me to the port of Leith.  Devoted as I am to the wonderful McLevy stories (on the radio, but David Ashton has also written books), I thought that walking down hill had the inevitable consequence of having to walk up again - I've since been told there's a tram - so I went up, towards the castle.  But once I got there, the migraine started again and I eventually headed back to the station.  I was feeling that I'd seen enough galleries for the day, anyway.

By Sunday, I'd bounced back and walked back to the Kelvingrove.  I'd spent a short time in there on Friday, but saw it all on Sunday morning, spending most time with the Scottish Colourists and the Glasgow Boys.  The Dali picture of Christ on the cross is, as I remembered, a remarkable painting.  To think there was controversy at the time it was bought.  Art students thought the money should have been given to - er - art students.  It cost £8,200 (or was it £8,400?) which was an absolute steal, even then.  I hope the ignorant students have learnt something over the decades.

In the afternoon, I drove up to Fort William.  How ignorant I am.  I knew that Loch Lomond was long compared to its width, but I had no idea of its actual size.  It's huge.  24 miles by 5 miles - it doesn't look so big on the map, but there are fewer roads in Scotland and I guess maps aren't given on the same scale as more populated area.  You drive right alongside it.  Driving up to the Highlands is wonderful - all the lochs and mountains are breathtaking.  One has to focus more on the winding roads, however.

I had a wonderful time with my friends and that needs another post.  Possibly tomorrow, but it's not very likely as I'm leaving after breakfast, to return to the BWs, where I'll stay for a final night of my fabulous holiday.  

Z's Scottish holiday - on my way via the North East

 I'm having a wonderful time, though there was a glitch on my way up on Wednesday.  

A few weeks ago, the battery on the BMW was flat, but we restarted it with the portable battery pack and I left the engine running for long enough to build up charge.  Then on Tuesday, I drove over to the tile place in that car, to make sure it would start okay the next day.  I was slightly concerned.  The car usually starts with a vroom and it was rather more politely muted than that.  But it did start and seemed all right.  I meant to fill up with petrol on the way home, but the Co op has had problems with its supply, usually of diesel but this time with high octane petrol.  But the tank was three quarters full, so no problem.  I went to the farm to stock up on Fen Farm presents for my friends and, the next day - amazingly - left home at exactly the time I'd hoped to.  But the car was still more polite than enthusiastic and, although I'd meant to call in at the deli, I decided not to stop and restart the car so soon.  I called in at the big Tesco near Bury instead.  Then I went to its petrol station to fill up.  And it wouldn't start again.  And they wouldn't let me use the battery restarter in case there was a spark by the petrol pump and I had to call out the breakdown people (my insurance covers that).  The nice man turned up within half an hour and promptly started the car and then checked everything and couldn't find a problem.  He suggested that maybe the battery, which was only replaced last year, wasn't holding a charge and that I might need a new one.

When I reached my Wednesday destination - and it was so good to see Blue Witch and her Mr again - I told my tale and Mr BW kindly checked the battery, which was fine.  Next morning it was still fine and the car started with a vroom.  In the meantime, I'd seen round their lovely new home and eaten and drunk a great deal.  And then I drove off and reached Glasgow without incident, having stopped on the way for fuel.  I've no idea what's amiss with the car, but hope it won't happen again.

Fiona and family asked me round for the evening - they live in a beautiful and enormous Edwardian house, which they're still getting to grips with.  It looks wonderful now, but they have more plans.  Again, lots of delicious food and I hope I'll fit in some of my clothes before I return home.

The hotel is comfortable and well equipped, albeit with the heaviest bedroom door I've encountered.  I know they're fire doors, but it helps if you can open them without leaning hard.  

Hotels always have really comfortable beds nowadays, don't they?

Z's kitchen countdown - 10 - done, if not dusted and Zoë is going on holiday

 This morning I went over to talk to Mark, the pottery painter, about what I wanted.  I'd written it all down and printed out photos and he has my phone number if there's anything he wants to discuss.  I explained that I over-explain because, in my experience, not mentioning something makes it the one thing that isn't clear.  I've realised, however, that in asking for a cat, I didn't specify that I like the cat on his tiles.  But whatever he does will be fine.

I'm all ready to leave tomorrow, except for packing and doing a few final jobs here.  When I get back, I have two days to clear the kitchen cupboards.  This is a bigger job than it sounds.  All the same, it's quite doable - or I'd have already done it.  The kitchen units will be delivered on Thursday next week, the day I'm coming home, but Wink is on the case.  There is a whole room clear and ready to receive them.

I also had a phone call from the flooring shop in Yagnub and have a date for the kitchen and cloakroom floors.  

I'm taking work with me, that I didn't have time for, but I've arranged delivery for some of the final pieces for the auction.  I'll try to remember to count how many lots there will be, tomorrow, before I leave.  

Blue Witch and Mr Blue Witch have kindly invited me to stay with them tomorrow night, which I'm looking forward to, very much.  I haven't seen them for six years, since they moved northwards.  Next day, off I go to Glasgow.  I finally booked a hotel yesterday evening, having left it rather late and there wasn't a huge amount of choice, particularly of places with parking in the city centre.  But the hotel looks good.  

I expect I'll blog while I'm away.