Z should be working

 Another dove fell down the chimney this morning.  They're very discreet birds.  A pigeon will crash down noisily and then try to bash its way out, but a gentle dove drops quietly and then just stays and thinks about it.  Unless you hear the flutter of its delicate wings, you don't know.  But it happened about 7 o'clock and I was faffing about on the internet, so I did hear.

The tortoises started moving around when it became mild, earlier this month, so I got them up, bathed them and put them under the lamps.  Of course, the weather turned cold again, so they have just spent most of their days basking.  Fyodor started eating after a couple of days, but Leo just looked unhappy - not ill, so I didn't panic, just worried.  Last week, he graciously accepted some lamb's lettuce and now they're both fine and eating plenty.  I'm supplementing their weed diet with some bought salad, partly because they needed to be tempted but also because the weather has been horrible and foraging is anything but a pleasure.  Now it's milder and there's more in the garden, they're starting to enjoy the good stuff too.  Fyo went for an enthusiastic walk, the whole length of the run and back, which was quite cute.  I liked it when they were called, optimistically, Natasha and Anastasia, but they're certainly boys (it's all about the shape of their tails and it isn't apparent until they're about 5 years old), but it's not as if they know their names and they may end up with different monikers, if I think of something that suits them.  

I badly need to do some overdue paperwork, so obviously I'm blogging instead.  I'm sorry, darlings, talking to you is my displacement activity.  At least I've got as far as the computer, however, so it may be a stepping stone.  What I have done, in the last few minutes, is going on to the tv licence site and told them that no one lives at Pam's house at present.  They've been writing for months and it's started to get quite a bullying tone.  As has the website where you say you don't need it.  Do you ever watch Sky or any of the other streaming services?  Well, if you do, you pay for it, but apparently you need a licence too.  I don't object to paying for a tv licence, even though I rarely watch, but if I only used Netflix etc, I certainly would.  I said the property was empty and they wanted to know when it would be occupied?  I have no idea, it's not been put up for sale yet.  I guessed 1st September, because I couldn't leave it blank.  Pam is feeling very despondent at the prospect of not having a home of her own any more, but she knows it has to be sold.  We've talked through the options - she moves back and employs help, she buys somewhere more manageable, she stays in the home but moves to one of the little bungalows in the grounds, when it's available, or she stays where she is.  She acknowledges that the last is the only realistic one - I'd opt for the bungalow, in her situation, but she doesn't like the thought of sleeping on the ground floor with the open window that she prefers and, having become used to having people around her, she would feel isolated.  I completely sympathise with her situation, I'd be distressed too.  I can only listen and be kind, she's already making the best of things.  I set up a standing order to pay the fees for her on Friday.  £6,800 every four weeks.  She really will have to sell her house.

I'll go and shut the bedroom window, assuming the bird has flown.

Zed's bread

 I finally started to make bread regularly again.  It was the price that did it.  One day I bought a very good sourdough loaf and it cost £4.80 and, next time I needed bread, I went to a good independent bakery in the town and a non-sourdough wholemeal loaf cost £4.00.  It didn't even have seeds in it.  So, much as I like to support small businesses, something in me switched.  Although prices have risen horribly over the past couple of years, the ingredients I used would still cost me well under £1.50 and the Aga is on anyway.  I've made a loaf about once a week ever since.  Having, shamefully, let my sourdough starter during the year after Tim died, I'm just using yeast.  With a mixture of white (the good unbleached stuff from the whole food shop), wholemeal (sometimes one of those fancy ancient grains) and rye flour, plus a range of seeds, it tastes better than anything I buy, even on the occasions when it hasn't risen as much as I'd expected to - and it's never as light and fluffy as bought bread and I wonder why that is?

Actually, neither was Pete's.  In fact, he was the reason I let baking go.  He made bread and some pastries once a week and sold them at the Thursday market for several years.  And his stuff was genuinely homemade.  Fluffy lightness wasn't the point.  Flavour and goodness was.  In fact, I like my bread even more than Pete's.  I bake it and, the next day, slice and freeze most of it and take it out as I need it (no darlings, not as I knead it, it's the dough that you knead, not the bread).

Anyway, once in a while I buy a pizza from a small independent company from either the deli or Jonny's farm shop.  They're two different makes, but both are trustworthy in terms of ingredients.  Yesterday, the pasta dish I made for dinner featured mozzarella, but I only used half of it.  Today, I realised I needed to use the rest because I'm out for dinner tomorrow and I don't want to have to throw away the mozzarella.  I also had some leftover tomato (with onion, garlic and peppers) sauce and some basil.  So I made pizza.  

Honestly, it was the best pizza I've eaten since the last time I made pizza, several years ago.  I'm an entirely adequate cook, but not the best, by any means.  The fact is, home made is best.  I don't even know why, but it is.  Dammit.  I can't cut corners any more.  I usually leave most of the dough, but this was too good.

I do go out to eat regularly and I usually choose something I'm unlikely to make myself.  I don't suggest I cook better than a professional chef, because I know I absolutely don't, but there's something about mass production.

Anyway, to finish with the food theme, I did call in at the deli today and bought cheese.  They have a cheese of the month and, this time, it was one I didn't know, called Shadow Flower (I think).  I was given a sample and it was fabulous.  I asked about it, it's Bavarian and from the same cheesemaker who makes Alp Flower, which is also delicious, but its rind is covered in a thin layer of crushed mixed peppercorns.  While I was about it, I bought Roquefort, which I adore but don't often buy as I usually opt for local cheeses (or British, anyway) and some local Baron Bigod.  I ate them with homemade bread.  I had great difficulty stopping and had to force myself to put them away.

It's being so cheerful that (slight misquotation, deliberately) keeps Z going

 I wasn't woken by the dove falling down the chimney, but I soon heard it.  I think it's a dove rather than a pigeon as pigeons are big and make a lot of noise as they tumble.  I moved the bedroom furniture the other day, so the bed is now in front of the fireplace (which has a board in front of it).  So I shifted the bed and tilted the board, opened the window - failed to open the window, as all wood has swelled so much in the rain and opened the other window.  

I hope the little bastard has found its way out.  I waggled a stick and banged it, so that the silly bird would be frightened and flutter about and that didn't happen, so I've shut everything up again.  The room is very cold.  I switched on the electric blanket early this evening.  

Nothing feels great at present.  I'm not good at talking about ongoing problems, so I'll fill you in when I feel able to.  At home, everything is fine.  And fundamentally, things are positive, which I know because I go to bed and don't sincerely wish I won't wake up, which used to be the case for long enough for it to seem normal.

Wink meets friends in London a few times a year to go to the theatre.  Next time, it'll be at the Barbican,  They said they liked the last hotel she booked, could she do it again?  She replied that Waterloo is too far for her, so she'll meet them at the theatre.  So then they said, could she find a suitable hotel near the Barbican?  She's a bit miffed.  Why don't they do it?  I held her hand and said that I so sympathise.  I know exactly what it's like.

I just received a reply to my stroppy email of Thursday.  It started with an apology for not answering earlier, which I saw in the headline.  I am not going to read it until tomorrow afternoon.  I have a firm weekend rule, so a 7.30pm Saturday email is only okay if it's from a friend.  I also think that an employee is a fool if he is still working at that time, unless it's clearly part of his working hours.  

I'm really not quite myself at present, you know.  But there are snowdrops and birdsong and the first daffodils are coming out along the drive.  Z focuses on the positive.

Z plans to redecorate

 I went to a very good lecture about the history of wallpaper, yesterday.  When I was choosing a wallpaper for my bathroom, I found two I liked - the safe, pretty option (honeysuckle) and a Chinese scene that I really liked better.  But I finally went for the honeysuckle, because there wasn't enough wall to display the scene as it should be.  I still miss the toile de jouy that used to be there, I really loved that.  Anyway, Jo the lecturer inspired me to remember the Chinese wallpaper.  And I'm going to have it in my bedroom.  This will mean taking some furniture out of the room and moving my bed to the wall opposite where it is now.  I've done this before and used to do it regularly, I like moving furniture around.  I'm not sure where I'll put the chests of drawers that I don't really want in the room but, apart from the bed itself, I don't want overly bedroom furniture in there.  

My sister likes one of the wallpapers that Jo showed us, which was originally designed in the 1927 and is available now.  I asked Jo about it (she has it in her own house) and have sent Wink the details.

So here they are.  Mine and Wink's.  I love hers too and if she decides against it, I might steal it.  I'll check out the other papers on that site anyway.  I know that wallpaper isn't much used nowadays, but I've always liked it, particularly in less used rooms.

Things are pottering along here.  I am usually too tired to write, or do anything else, in the evening.  I have a finite amount of energy for the day and, when it's used, I go to bed.  That means I'm often awake half the night, of course, but at least I'll be able to lie and enjoy the opposite wall, once I get my act together and sort the room out.  That might take a while, to be fair.

Z is wakeful

 I went to Reading for Carolyn's wake and, beforehand, had lunch with Clare, Tim's neighbour.  She's lovely, a retired music teacher (in a school, not private lessons) who has many interests and is a great person to chat to.  Driving down, I felt anxious, which I had plenty of time to think about.  I was sad about Carolyn, wanted to see Clare and was curious to see what J and S have done with Tim's house, but also emotional about that.  I'm still a mess, really, but I mostly hide it well, both from myself and everyone else.  The truth is that I'm still full of grief and I can't see how I'll ever not be.  But there's no point in dwelling on it.  

The house looks really good.  Clare says they've done a lot inside - it was already great, but nothing much had been changed since Tim and Viv's renovations.  They've taken down the wall between the kitchen and scullery area - it worked well as it was, but I can quite see that it would be equally good to have a single big room.  They've added an en suite to the main bedroom - again, sensible.  Tim always said that a buyer would either split that big bedroom into two or else add a bathroom (the main spare room has its own en suite and there's also a huge bathroom).  Outside, they've put in new windows.  I knew it would happen, though I loved the original 1920s windows, but the window frames needed some attention and, with the old ones in place, only secondary double glazing was possible (and necessary, Tim and Viv very soon discovered).  The scaffolding that is up at present is for the solar panels, a lot of them.  Clare also says what lovely, friendly neighbours they are.  So the house is in very good hands, I'm very glad.

Today, I took Wink to the station, as she's having a couple of days in London.  This evening, I picked up friend Daphne and we went to the local theatre for a live-streaming of La Traviata, which was stupendous.  One can take the singing and staging for granted, but Violetta's acting was out of this world.  It's now 11.15 and I'm in bed, but I can't see myself able to sleep for a while.

Bitter chill it was

 It thawed enough and didn't freeze again, which made all the difference.  I was able to get the car out onto the road.  Wink and Pam didn't come, which I'm glad about, it could have really been a disaster for their health.  I was so cold that I didn't really defrost until I spent half an hour in a very hot bath that evening.

Today, I took eCat for her annual vaccination and checkup, which went well.  She's lost an appreciable amount of weight, to my surprise - I do weigh her food so that Wink and I don't just give her everything she wants.  Then Wink had a dentist appointment in Norwich and I had a contact lens check - luckily, the times gelled.  

I'm most grateful for my eyesight. I always recognise that it could all go awry, but it hasn't yet.  My eyes are still fine - more than fine, for my age.  Last year, I had to have new glasses because the sight in my left eye has improved.  This year, a new contact lens prescription because my right eye is better.  From -2 to -1.75 in each case, so not much and it's just tweaking.  I'm incredibly grateful, though. 

I let eCat out 15 minutes ago, because she asked - obviously, she has a perfectly good cat flap - and it was just starting to drizzle.  I just went to call her in and there's no sign of her, so I suspect she's either whinged at Wink's back door or else used the aforementioned cat flap.  The forecast isn't good, she's not outside in this wind and rain.

And she's just come to say hello, sensible girl.

It really hasn't snowed all that much...yet

 I'm supposed to pick up our lecturer tomorrow morning, but the weather forecast isn't great (this is British understatement) and I'm not confident that I'll be able to get my car onto the road.  Luckily, someone has offered to go to the railway station in my place, so now we hope that there's not enough snow to block the road or the railway tracks.  

Wink was able to get a doctor's appointment this morning - the car got stuck on its way up the slight slope at the end of the drive, I had to reverse and have another go - and she has been referred for diagnostic tests, which is very helpful.  I'm so glad to have a family member who listens to advice, which is more than Russell or Tim ever did.  

Since we were out already, we went to the local supermarket and I stocked up, mostly on vegetables - I will go to the greengrocer next time, I feel quite guilty that they didn't get my custom today.  I also bought a gammon joint and cooked it for lunch today, inviting Wink too.  I usually eat my main meal in the evening, but felt we needed a good meal and the opportunity to relax afterwards.  I scuttled round fetching coal and logs, feeding animals and sorting things out and, once we'd had lunch, had nothing to do but feed the outside cats again, which happened early.  I've upped their rations - I give them a decent helping of GoCat and, usually, 2-3 pouches of cat food in the morning, 3 in the afternoon (for breakfast, they also finish any E-Cat leftovers from the day before).  But now, they're having 4-5 in the morning and 5 in the afternoon and they are glad of it.  They can live on that, if they have to and hunting brings a bonus.  I doubt there's much to find and I'm sorry for the field mice anyway.  No rabbits, the foxes have killed them all.  

I must write to Susie to tell her that, if I can't get my car down the road, I won't be able to get to her dad's funeral.  I will do my best, however, of course.