For at least a year, my Boss has been wondering what to do with me when my project finishes. Since we're over a year behind schedule, there have been numerous plans made and abandoned. However, the end is in sight (we are deep into commissioning and have officially handed over control of the plant to the owners). His more recent plan was to give me a financial reporting/internal audit role, expanding a reporting role that already exists into something more major. The current incumbent ("M") was a contractor who we'd keep until Christmas.
At the start of September, Boss calls me into a meeting room and says "Be careful what you wish for. M has resigned. Unless we can persuade him to stay a little long, he's leaving on Thursday". [Gulp!] My work on the project hadn't diminished but I could take over the basic weekly and monthly reports and, in the meantime, Boss would shoulder anything major. The budgets for next financial year had already been completed and the next big thing on the horizon wasn't until mid-November when, hopefully, the project would have wound down a bit.
Two weeks go by. I get a handover. Although the reports have to be run on a timetable, they won't severely impact the "day job". M extends his stay to cover for me when I'm in Normandy.
The Tuesday before I go on holiday, I go into the office and get as far as making my first coffee for the day when Boss calls me into another meeting room. "Sorry, but we have to switch to Plan B. "S" has resigned. I need you to take over Buildings Group!". Initially, that meant billing and financial maintenance of two large framework projects; eventually, it'll mean managing three staff and creating a management accounting role to support the operations director. Since S is staff, this time I'd have a month's handover. The original new job would be downgraded and parcelled out, probably to disappear.
I sat there for a minute doing some rapid thinking. If the truth be told, while the other job had a great job title (Finance and Reporting Manager) and would have been a good career move, I'd doubted its longevity. I'd given it a 50:50 chance of being axed in the next round of budget cuts. And I hadn't asked for more money because I knew there wouldn't be any.
"OK, the answer's "yes". Can I have a car allowance, please?"
So now I have two jobs - both of them full time - and 40 official hours a week in which to do them. And part of a third that won't disappear for at least a couple more weeks (or until Boss hires his new hybrid Project Accountant/Reporting Assistant). To say that I'm brain dead by 6pm each night is an understatement. I'm hoping that is just due to the stress of not being in charge of my own time for three weeks, while I was getting my second handover. We shall see.
Learning curves. I have them.
- Pam
Saturday, 16 October 2010
Wednesday, 22 September 2010
Normandy
I have spent much of the last few days close to tears. Nothing bad has happened to me - no family disasters or work related nightmares - and I am not depressed about anything. It's just that we took a long weekend and spent it in Normandy, in the middle of the American section of the D-Day Landings just outside St Mere Eglise. We were only a few miles from Utah Beach.
I suppose it is possible to avoid reminders of D-Day when one goes to Normandy, but we couldn't. St Mere Eglise was probably the first town captured by the Americans after the landings began, when paratroopers were dropped on the village and surrounding countryside. Their casualty rate was about 50%.
One lucky man (it does depend on how you look at it), John Steele, got caught on the church steeple during his landing and had to play dead while watching his unit being shot to pieces in the square below. Steele survived. Today, a permanent reminder hangs from the church tower.
And the museum is dedicated to the 82nd Airborne.
We hadn't planned the trip to be a tour around the memorials but how could we ignore them? The idea was to spend a long weekend staying with a friend in the farmhouse his parents partially own. Thursday morning, we caught the early ferry from Portsmouth to Cherbourg.
The only "site" on my list was Bayeux - I wanted to visit the Tapestry. Apart from that, I planned to sleep, laze around, visit a market or two and possibly cook a meal with the results. Oh, and find a yarn shop (I succeeded and failed at that - the only one I found was closed on Monday afternoon when we visited).
We made it to Bayeux on Friday, saw the Tapestry, and drove to Arromanches afterwards for a picnic lunch. I was sitting on the sea wall, looking out over the remains of the Mulberry Harbour when it hit me that this is where it all happened. Gold Beach. We were at the heart of D-Day and couldn't avoid it. For much of the battle in France, Arromanches was the Allies only real harbour, towed in pieces across the Channel hours after the landings began (40% of the components were lost at sea); its sister harbour at Omaha Beach destroyed by bad weather days after it was built.
(I wish I had DH's camera handy to raid. Among the pictures he took at Arromanches is a plaque commemorating the engineering companies involved in designing/building the harbour. I've worked for two of them. We used a couple more on my Project, including one of the fabrication companies.)
Once I started looking, I couldn't stop. We visited the museum at Arromanche and back in St Mere Eglise. I learned about the markers at the side of the road. There are two types: the D-Day Route markers which are numbered, start in St Mere Eglise and follow the route the troups took to liberate France.
Far sadder are the memorial markers which name a stretch of road after a soldier who died nearby. In some places, so many men died that they're lined up side by side.
I went round the museums with tears in my eyes but didn't truly break down until we went to Utah Beach. The beach was empty and windswept.
Behind the dunes on the left are the remains of a gun emplacement captured from the Germans. These days it is the hub of one of the memorials. Upstairs are flagpoles and monuments. Downstairs, is a corridor leading to a bunker. In the corridor a simple plaque said "in memory of our fallen comrades" and listed the names of the men from the unit who died during its capture. It had been placed there by the survivors; it was personal. That's when I lost it completely. I went outside and sobbed my heart out.
I cried for all the men who died before their time; for their family members whose hearts were broken as a result; and for the men who survived but were injured and had to suffer in agonised silence so as to not give their position away. Such a waste.
I'm crying now, as I type this. I can barely see the screen.
- Pam
I suppose it is possible to avoid reminders of D-Day when one goes to Normandy, but we couldn't. St Mere Eglise was probably the first town captured by the Americans after the landings began, when paratroopers were dropped on the village and surrounding countryside. Their casualty rate was about 50%.
One lucky man (it does depend on how you look at it), John Steele, got caught on the church steeple during his landing and had to play dead while watching his unit being shot to pieces in the square below. Steele survived. Today, a permanent reminder hangs from the church tower.
And the museum is dedicated to the 82nd Airborne.
The only "site" on my list was Bayeux - I wanted to visit the Tapestry. Apart from that, I planned to sleep, laze around, visit a market or two and possibly cook a meal with the results. Oh, and find a yarn shop (I succeeded and failed at that - the only one I found was closed on Monday afternoon when we visited).
We made it to Bayeux on Friday, saw the Tapestry, and drove to Arromanches afterwards for a picnic lunch. I was sitting on the sea wall, looking out over the remains of the Mulberry Harbour when it hit me that this is where it all happened. Gold Beach. We were at the heart of D-Day and couldn't avoid it. For much of the battle in France, Arromanches was the Allies only real harbour, towed in pieces across the Channel hours after the landings began (40% of the components were lost at sea); its sister harbour at Omaha Beach destroyed by bad weather days after it was built.
(I wish I had DH's camera handy to raid. Among the pictures he took at Arromanches is a plaque commemorating the engineering companies involved in designing/building the harbour. I've worked for two of them. We used a couple more on my Project, including one of the fabrication companies.)
Once I started looking, I couldn't stop. We visited the museum at Arromanche and back in St Mere Eglise. I learned about the markers at the side of the road. There are two types: the D-Day Route markers which are numbered, start in St Mere Eglise and follow the route the troups took to liberate France.
Far sadder are the memorial markers which name a stretch of road after a soldier who died nearby. In some places, so many men died that they're lined up side by side.
I went round the museums with tears in my eyes but didn't truly break down until we went to Utah Beach. The beach was empty and windswept.
Behind the dunes on the left are the remains of a gun emplacement captured from the Germans. These days it is the hub of one of the memorials. Upstairs are flagpoles and monuments. Downstairs, is a corridor leading to a bunker. In the corridor a simple plaque said "in memory of our fallen comrades" and listed the names of the men from the unit who died during its capture. It had been placed there by the survivors; it was personal. That's when I lost it completely. I went outside and sobbed my heart out.
I cried for all the men who died before their time; for their family members whose hearts were broken as a result; and for the men who survived but were injured and had to suffer in agonised silence so as to not give their position away. Such a waste.
I'm crying now, as I type this. I can barely see the screen.
- Pam
Sunday, 5 September 2010
Sock FO's
I've been promising some of these for months.
DH's Weird Science Socks
These are from Yarn Forward, in a yarn called "Aurora" from Angel Yarns. When I bought it off their website, the yarn shown was in jewel shades; I was disappointed to find it was the above muted/muddy colours, but I left it too long to send it back. Anyway, DH said it would be OK for a pair of socks for him, so I made these. I still have to take a photo of the back pattern, which was not shown in the magazine and was not related to the pattern shown on the front of the legs.
Jacquard self-patterning socks
Yarn: Regia.
Colourway: Jacquard
Needles: 2.5mm DPNs
I enjoyed doing these so much that I promptly knitted a pair of use-em-up socks to finish off the yarn.
Jacquard Use-em-up Socks
They're a little shorter than my usual socks and, unlike other Ues-em-ups don't have the patterned heel - I'd finished the first one and got half way down the second leg when I realised that I didn't have enough patterned yarn do do the heel and the toe so had to rip back the first sock to make a semi matching pair.
I just love the toes.
In the end, I had a metre left of the Regia. The other yarn is Lisa Souza Sock! in Ecru.
Zig-Zag Socks
One pair for Eldest Sis for her birthday, last April:
Yarn: Cherry Tree Hill DK
Colourway: Cabin Fever
Needles: 3.25mm DPNs
Pattern: Zig-Zag Socks by Jocelyn Sertich
And one pair for me.
Yarn: Mirasole Chirapa
Colourway: Spearmint
Here is a close-up of the pattern, which is based on multiples of six stitches and is easy to remember.
As I mentioned in this month's SitRep, my pair knitted up shorter than the pair for my sister. Also, I don't know how her pair are wearing but I've worn mine twice and the soles are felting:
- Pam
DH's Weird Science Socks
Jacquard self-patterning socks
Yarn: Regia.
Colourway: Jacquard
Needles: 2.5mm DPNs
I enjoyed doing these so much that I promptly knitted a pair of use-em-up socks to finish off the yarn.
Jacquard Use-em-up Socks
They're a little shorter than my usual socks and, unlike other Ues-em-ups don't have the patterned heel - I'd finished the first one and got half way down the second leg when I realised that I didn't have enough patterned yarn do do the heel and the toe so had to rip back the first sock to make a semi matching pair.
I just love the toes.
In the end, I had a metre left of the Regia. The other yarn is Lisa Souza Sock! in Ecru.
Zig-Zag Socks
One pair for Eldest Sis for her birthday, last April:
Yarn: Cherry Tree Hill DK
Colourway: Cabin Fever
Needles: 3.25mm DPNs
Pattern: Zig-Zag Socks by Jocelyn Sertich
And one pair for me.
Yarn: Mirasole Chirapa
Colourway: Spearmint
Here is a close-up of the pattern, which is based on multiples of six stitches and is easy to remember.
As I mentioned in this month's SitRep, my pair knitted up shorter than the pair for my sister. Also, I don't know how her pair are wearing but I've worn mine twice and the soles are felting:
- Pam
Sit-Rep 2010 - August
What happened to August??? I'd swear that the last time I turned around it was July. Anyway, here is my Sit-Rep for August:
STASH Maintained cold sheep. Even went into the lion's den today(the yarn department at John Lewis) and avoided buying anything. Do not expect September to be as good - I-Knit London is on at the end of next week and I'm bound to get ambushed. Have finished another skein of the Heathland Hebridean (am now half way up the first sleeve), as well as one and a half skeins of sock yarn (Mirasole's Chirapa in the spearmint colourway) so that's 2.5 skeins for a total of 18 skeins used up.
OVERDRAFT Another £126.12 paid back for a total of £1,096.30 paid back this year. That is far better than I feared it would be - I fell quite heavily off the wagon and didn't track my spending at all in August.
GARDEN Not a lot to report: the butternut pumpkin is taking over the world and has to be discouraged from climbing through the fence into the next door neighbour's back garden; one of the runner bean plants has finally flowered (very pretty flowers) but the others are still just sitting there doing nothing; and some of the onions are probably ready for harvesting. The courgettes died. We've had a few sprouts from one of the sprouting broccoli (the other will sprout in early spring). The tomatoes have run wild and needed staking (some are supported on bricks); there are dozens of green tomatoes appearing but it's been so wet recently that I'm beginning to worry about blight. I've reused one of the potato tyres to grow pak-choi; they're about an inch high at present. There are about a dozen chillies visible now, spread over three plants and, on Tuesday night, we cooked with and ate our very first jalapeno chilli. Yum!
STASH Maintained cold sheep. Even went into the lion's den today(the yarn department at John Lewis) and avoided buying anything. Do not expect September to be as good - I-Knit London is on at the end of next week and I'm bound to get ambushed. Have finished another skein of the Heathland Hebridean (am now half way up the first sleeve), as well as one and a half skeins of sock yarn (Mirasole's Chirapa in the spearmint colourway) so that's 2.5 skeins for a total of 18 skeins used up.
OVERDRAFT Another £126.12 paid back for a total of £1,096.30 paid back this year. That is far better than I feared it would be - I fell quite heavily off the wagon and didn't track my spending at all in August.
GARDEN Not a lot to report: the butternut pumpkin is taking over the world and has to be discouraged from climbing through the fence into the next door neighbour's back garden; one of the runner bean plants has finally flowered (very pretty flowers) but the others are still just sitting there doing nothing; and some of the onions are probably ready for harvesting. The courgettes died. We've had a few sprouts from one of the sprouting broccoli (the other will sprout in early spring). The tomatoes have run wild and needed staking (some are supported on bricks); there are dozens of green tomatoes appearing but it's been so wet recently that I'm beginning to worry about blight. I've reused one of the potato tyres to grow pak-choi; they're about an inch high at present. There are about a dozen chillies visible now, spread over three plants and, on Tuesday night, we cooked with and ate our very first jalapeno chilli. Yum!
I'm beginning to plan for next year's garden. I want to try over-wintering broad beans, which means planting them out in October. Ditto garlic and shallots. I'd also like to try growing beetroot, having finally overcome a beetroot-canned-in-vinegar-induced aversion to them. Not sure what else to grow.
And finally, we're part way through this year's attempt to make rosehip jelly, having harvested 5kg (11lb) of rosehips from the rose bush in the front garden.
SOCKS Completed another pair of the zig-zag socks, this time for me. The Mirasole yarn didn't knit to the same tension as the pair I made for my sister, which I found out the hard way (I grafted the toe shut on the first one, tried it on and discovered that they were far too short in the foot). Hands up any frequent sock knitter who does a gauge swatch on a pair of socks for themselves. <--stands on toes to look at the back of the room--> No, can't see anyone. <--shakes head--> Since the yarn can pass as DK, this pair were meant to be my catch-up pair, with another pair to follow. However, the subsequent pair were only 40 rows long at month end.
- Pam
Tuesday, 24 August 2010
I am a numpty
I am a numpty - part 1
I'm at Site this week. Yesterday, during my drive up, I reached into my handbag to check my phone and realised, with a cold sick feeling, that I'd left it at home. Stopped at the Services, where I normally text/phone DH to tell him "I'm OK and have got this far"; tore my bag apart. No phone. Dashed to a phone booth to call home: yes, said DH, my phone was were I'd left it, dangling from the bedside table while it was recharging.
Damn. Damn. Damn! I need my phone when I'm travelling: it's my link with home; my alarm clock; and the main way people can contact me.
Solution: stopped at the supermarket and picked up the cheapest pay-as-you-go mobile phone I could find. £19 plus £10 for the top-up. I'd rather not have spent the money but it'll do for the week and will work as a backup phone/guest phone for overseas visitors. And the top up doesn't expire.
I am a numpty - part 2
As you know, I travel to Site a lot, every second week at the moment. That involves hotel bills, meal bills; mileage claims and buying my lunch, etc. I put the vast majority of my spending on a credit card, while I'm here, so that I don't have to fund my expenses (I claim them back from work and pay before the due date). I've been doing this journey at least once a month for the last three years. The Project has about three months left to run.
About two thirds of my regular grocery shopping is at Tesco, together with 99% of the fuel we purchase for the car. Tesco has a "Clubcard" which enables you to collect points that give you vouchers quarterly of £0.01 for every £1 you spend in store. They also have a Clubcard credit card that gives you points on all your spending over £4 plus double points when you shop "in store". I've had a Tesco credit card for over two years. Got it for a 0% balance transfer and never used it since.
It only occurred to me a week ago that maybe, just maybe, I should be using my Tesco credit card during my trips to Site because (well, d'uh!) I could be getting a free penny for every Pound I spend. Mental head slap time. At an average of £500 a trip, that's an free £5 each time I come to Site.
I AM A NUMPTY!!!
- Pam (better late than ever)
I'm at Site this week. Yesterday, during my drive up, I reached into my handbag to check my phone and realised, with a cold sick feeling, that I'd left it at home. Stopped at the Services, where I normally text/phone DH to tell him "I'm OK and have got this far"; tore my bag apart. No phone. Dashed to a phone booth to call home: yes, said DH, my phone was were I'd left it, dangling from the bedside table while it was recharging.
Damn. Damn. Damn! I need my phone when I'm travelling: it's my link with home; my alarm clock; and the main way people can contact me.
Solution: stopped at the supermarket and picked up the cheapest pay-as-you-go mobile phone I could find. £19 plus £10 for the top-up. I'd rather not have spent the money but it'll do for the week and will work as a backup phone/guest phone for overseas visitors. And the top up doesn't expire.
I am a numpty - part 2
As you know, I travel to Site a lot, every second week at the moment. That involves hotel bills, meal bills; mileage claims and buying my lunch, etc. I put the vast majority of my spending on a credit card, while I'm here, so that I don't have to fund my expenses (I claim them back from work and pay before the due date). I've been doing this journey at least once a month for the last three years. The Project has about three months left to run.
About two thirds of my regular grocery shopping is at Tesco, together with 99% of the fuel we purchase for the car. Tesco has a "Clubcard" which enables you to collect points that give you vouchers quarterly of £0.01 for every £1 you spend in store. They also have a Clubcard credit card that gives you points on all your spending over £4 plus double points when you shop "in store". I've had a Tesco credit card for over two years. Got it for a 0% balance transfer and never used it since.
It only occurred to me a week ago that maybe, just maybe, I should be using my Tesco credit card during my trips to Site because (well, d'uh!) I could be getting a free penny for every Pound I spend. Mental head slap time. At an average of £500 a trip, that's an free £5 each time I come to Site.
I AM A NUMPTY!!!
- Pam (better late than ever)
Sunday, 15 August 2010
Sit-Rep 2010 - June & July
Apologies for the lateness of this Sit-Rep update. It's not my fault! In the last week of July, DH put a tank of diesel in the Toy for me and I've waited two weeks for him to tell me by how much I needed to reimburse him. (Proof that nagging doesn't work - I must have asked a dozen times.) Anyway, here is my update. My last update is here.
STASH Maintained cold sheep up until the day that I visited KnitNation on 31st July, when the lovely Sarah at Brownberry Yarns sold me 6 beautiful skeins of Artesano Alpaca Aran in a denim blue (photo to follow - I have a KnitNation Report to post). I bought their last six skeins in that colour, right out from under the nose of another knitter. At the time, I wanted 8 skeins because I'm a bit worried about the yardage (6 skeins = only 864 yards/790 metres), so I've ordered 2 more from Brownberry but couldn't get the same dye lot.
In other Stash/Kniting news, I've knitted another skein of Heathland Hebridean into the Brown Cable Cardigan (almost finished the second front). I didn't mention, last time that I started the second skein of the Wagtail Mohair half way up the back of the Mohair cardigan, which is now almost complete - I've got less than half of one front to go, plus the edging. Two skeins of Phildar Shoot went into a 5 Hour Baby Sweater for a colleague, which left me with 3/4 of a skein - that yarn was a charity shop find in 2009. The leftover Cherry Tree Hill yarn from my sister's Zig-Zag socks went into a pair of fingerless mittens using the same zig-zag pattern. And I've finished off another skein of sock yarn. So that's 5.5 skeins for a total of 15.5 skeins. Doesn't seem like a lot, given the amount of knitting involved.
GARDEN Guess what my birthday present from was this year? A terracotta strawberry planter filled with compost and three strawberry plants! The plants are thriving and have given us a handful of strawberries (it is very late in the season). One of them has already put out a runner, so we anchored it in a spare hole in the planter and now I have four plants.
On to the rest of the garden. Didn't get a huge number of broad beans - while I was a dedicated squisher of blackfly, they won several battles. The butternut squash is taking over the world, as are the tomatoes. Most of the onions are doing well and the two broccolis which survived from last year have thrived (they were last year's failure-to-thrives that somehow survived being neglected in pots over the winter). Some of the peppers and chillies are doing well but a couple of the jalapenos are just sitting there 3 inches high and sulking - in their case, I'm wondering if they were getting waterlogged in their grow-bags. The rocket did well, then bolted and now is setting seed. We've harvested two of the three potatoes and they were heavenly.
On the failure side: I planted out some pak-choi and it died in the sun. I doubt the garlic harvest will be that good but at least, now, I know what I've done wrong - garlic needs a freeze early on to prosper. The courgettes failed to thrive, as did the runner beans; the plants didn't die; they just didn't grow any bigger. I think watering may have been an issue, since June and July were both dry months and, although we watered every night, I don't think they got enough. About 3 weeks ago, I invested in a soaker hose, which seems to be helping.
As well as buying and planting out my garlic before Christmas next time, the other thing I need to do is to get some fresh seeds. The broad beans were grown from old seed, which may have been a factor in their not growing many beans.
FITNESS Weight Watchers? What's Weight Watchers? Let's not go there, shall we? I'm still attending Pilates and Yoga classes, but I need to add some aerobic exercise pronto. At least I've located my new running shoes (bought at Christmas).
OVERDRAFT Paid back a combined total of £233.02 for June (£127.76) and July (£105.26) which gives a total pay back of £970.18 for the year. Although I'm glad to see the balance is decreasing, I know is has slowed down a lot. There are two main reasons for the slow down: I've set a couple of new savings goals (next year, I will pay cash for my Chelsea season ticket for the first time ever); and I've increased the amount of money that goes into our joint account, in order to cover more of the shortfall from DH's unemployment. I already know August will be a bad month for paying back the overdraft: KnitNation fell into August's spending (it was after payday) and I've already run through my entire "Money To Live Off" budget. The only hope for August is that I won't spend so much money on diesel for the car*, so the balance of the diesel accrual can be offset against the overrun.
SOCKS As suspected, I didn't knit a complete pair of socks in June; instead, I did the Zig-Zag Fingerless Mittens and about half of one sock. I finished those socks in July - they're my typical Use It Up Socks made from the leftovers of the self-patterning sock yarn and some Lisa Souza Sock! in ecru. Hopefully, I can catch up in August.
- Pam (photos to follow)
* For my trips to Site, I habitually offset one tank of fuel against the money from my mileage claim since I use approximately one tank extra that week. Since I'm going to site more often at the moment, it's possible I won't spend as much of my diesel accrual as I would in a more typical month.
STASH Maintained cold sheep up until the day that I visited KnitNation on 31st July, when the lovely Sarah at Brownberry Yarns sold me 6 beautiful skeins of Artesano Alpaca Aran in a denim blue (photo to follow - I have a KnitNation Report to post). I bought their last six skeins in that colour, right out from under the nose of another knitter. At the time, I wanted 8 skeins because I'm a bit worried about the yardage (6 skeins = only 864 yards/790 metres), so I've ordered 2 more from Brownberry but couldn't get the same dye lot.
In other Stash/Kniting news, I've knitted another skein of Heathland Hebridean into the Brown Cable Cardigan (almost finished the second front). I didn't mention, last time that I started the second skein of the Wagtail Mohair half way up the back of the Mohair cardigan, which is now almost complete - I've got less than half of one front to go, plus the edging. Two skeins of Phildar Shoot went into a 5 Hour Baby Sweater for a colleague, which left me with 3/4 of a skein - that yarn was a charity shop find in 2009. The leftover Cherry Tree Hill yarn from my sister's Zig-Zag socks went into a pair of fingerless mittens using the same zig-zag pattern. And I've finished off another skein of sock yarn. So that's 5.5 skeins for a total of 15.5 skeins. Doesn't seem like a lot, given the amount of knitting involved.
GARDEN Guess what my birthday present from was this year? A terracotta strawberry planter filled with compost and three strawberry plants! The plants are thriving and have given us a handful of strawberries (it is very late in the season). One of them has already put out a runner, so we anchored it in a spare hole in the planter and now I have four plants.
On to the rest of the garden. Didn't get a huge number of broad beans - while I was a dedicated squisher of blackfly, they won several battles. The butternut squash is taking over the world, as are the tomatoes. Most of the onions are doing well and the two broccolis which survived from last year have thrived (they were last year's failure-to-thrives that somehow survived being neglected in pots over the winter). Some of the peppers and chillies are doing well but a couple of the jalapenos are just sitting there 3 inches high and sulking - in their case, I'm wondering if they were getting waterlogged in their grow-bags. The rocket did well, then bolted and now is setting seed. We've harvested two of the three potatoes and they were heavenly.
On the failure side: I planted out some pak-choi and it died in the sun. I doubt the garlic harvest will be that good but at least, now, I know what I've done wrong - garlic needs a freeze early on to prosper. The courgettes failed to thrive, as did the runner beans; the plants didn't die; they just didn't grow any bigger. I think watering may have been an issue, since June and July were both dry months and, although we watered every night, I don't think they got enough. About 3 weeks ago, I invested in a soaker hose, which seems to be helping.
As well as buying and planting out my garlic before Christmas next time, the other thing I need to do is to get some fresh seeds. The broad beans were grown from old seed, which may have been a factor in their not growing many beans.
FITNESS Weight Watchers? What's Weight Watchers? Let's not go there, shall we? I'm still attending Pilates and Yoga classes, but I need to add some aerobic exercise pronto. At least I've located my new running shoes (bought at Christmas).
OVERDRAFT Paid back a combined total of £233.02 for June (£127.76) and July (£105.26) which gives a total pay back of £970.18 for the year. Although I'm glad to see the balance is decreasing, I know is has slowed down a lot. There are two main reasons for the slow down: I've set a couple of new savings goals (next year, I will pay cash for my Chelsea season ticket for the first time ever); and I've increased the amount of money that goes into our joint account, in order to cover more of the shortfall from DH's unemployment. I already know August will be a bad month for paying back the overdraft: KnitNation fell into August's spending (it was after payday) and I've already run through my entire "Money To Live Off" budget. The only hope for August is that I won't spend so much money on diesel for the car*, so the balance of the diesel accrual can be offset against the overrun.
SOCKS As suspected, I didn't knit a complete pair of socks in June; instead, I did the Zig-Zag Fingerless Mittens and about half of one sock. I finished those socks in July - they're my typical Use It Up Socks made from the leftovers of the self-patterning sock yarn and some Lisa Souza Sock! in ecru. Hopefully, I can catch up in August.
- Pam (photos to follow)
* For my trips to Site, I habitually offset one tank of fuel against the money from my mileage claim since I use approximately one tank extra that week. Since I'm going to site more often at the moment, it's possible I won't spend as much of my diesel accrual as I would in a more typical month.
Friday, 13 August 2010
Thursday, 5 August 2010
Something you don't see every day.
I think they got their fuel prices confused at the Tesco petrol station in Scunthorpe, when I was there last week. Diesel is never cheaper than unleaded petrol.... until now, that is. Me thinks someone at Tesco made a mistake.
That's the 'per litre' price, so the diesel was about £4.40 per US gallon.
I double checked the prices shown on the bowser, before I filled up the Toy. Yes, the diesel was 4p cheaper per litre.
- Pam
That's the 'per litre' price, so the diesel was about £4.40 per US gallon.
I double checked the prices shown on the bowser, before I filled up the Toy. Yes, the diesel was 4p cheaper per litre.
- Pam
Sunday, 25 July 2010
Poppies
One of my favourite sights of the English summer is when the poppies appear in the fields. If you have ever browsed a copy of the Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady or the spin-off craft and knitting books, you will be familiar with Edith Holden's water colours of English poppies.
Although I loved the pictures that appeared in the books, I must have been in England for 12 years before I saw the real thing in the flesh. They only appear in uncultivated fields or in the margins on the side of country roads and, until that summer, I'd pretty much always lived and worked in the city. Then, one June, I spotted something orange at the side of the road and realised it was a poppy!
A month ago, when I was driving home from Site, I was treated to the tripple bill of poppies on the side of the road and wild roses growing through hedges rich in elderflowers. Unfortunately, it was tipping it down with rain and I kept missing the best parking places from which to take photos. Eventually, I gave up.
Two weeks later, I was back at Site and, on the way home, I tried again. It was too late in the season for the roses and the elderflowers, but I managed to find some late poppies.
and
Although I loved the pictures that appeared in the books, I must have been in England for 12 years before I saw the real thing in the flesh. They only appear in uncultivated fields or in the margins on the side of country roads and, until that summer, I'd pretty much always lived and worked in the city. Then, one June, I spotted something orange at the side of the road and realised it was a poppy!
A month ago, when I was driving home from Site, I was treated to the tripple bill of poppies on the side of the road and wild roses growing through hedges rich in elderflowers. Unfortunately, it was tipping it down with rain and I kept missing the best parking places from which to take photos. Eventually, I gave up.
Two weeks later, I was back at Site and, on the way home, I tried again. It was too late in the season for the roses and the elderflowers, but I managed to find some late poppies.
and
Aren't they pretty?
When I sort out our garden for good (as opposed to the annual temporary measures), poppies are one of the plants that are definitely going in.
- Pam
Saturday, 24 July 2010
The Code
There is a code amongst women. I don't know where or when we get inducted, but it seems to pass from one generation to another, almost telepathically. No one talks about it. Not every woman has it. Do men get inducted? I haven't a clue. It is: no idle hands (or "don't just sit there. Do something!"). It's there when I can't sit down until after the dishes are done and lunches prepared for tomorrow. It's there every time I sit watching TV, or travelling on a train/in a car/on a plane. I can see my mother reaching for her crochet, for something to do in those snatched moments of time, and then see myself doing it too.
I keep remembering a woman I encountered on a train once. Christmas 1996, Dumbo and I caught the night train from Sydney to Melbourne. Sitting on the other side of the aisle was the stereotypical Aussie Battler and his wife together with their three children: an 8 year old girl, a 5 year old boy and a toddler. I watched them covertly, facinated. The Aussie Battler* and his wife are mythical country people, fighting against the odds, battling drought and floods to raise their cattle, farm their land and breed their sheep. And here they were in front of me.
They looked to be old parents, probably in their 50's, their faces weathered by the sun. In their dress, it could have been the 1950's: he wore proper trousers and an open-necked short sleeved shirt (I'm sure there was a tie tucked away somewhere); she wore a floral shirt-waister. From snatches of their conversation, I worked out that they were farmers who'd been to Sydney for the day - they'd visited the bank and a medical specialist. Why? I didn't hear. They were making a long round trip to/from Dubbo, so the visits must have been important. (Dubbo has a big hospital and plenty of banks) Whatever had happened in Sydney, they were worried and relieved to be heading home. It hadn't been the best of days. Through much of that long evening, until 2.30am when they left the train, she knitted away her worries. She said as much, once, to her husband when he asked her why she didn't have a nap.
To that Aussie Battler's Wife, from one member of the Code to another, I salute you.
- Pam
*If you ever get the chance, read Henry Lawson's "Joe Wilson's Mates". Joe is the embodiment of the Aussie Battler.
I keep remembering a woman I encountered on a train once. Christmas 1996, Dumbo and I caught the night train from Sydney to Melbourne. Sitting on the other side of the aisle was the stereotypical Aussie Battler and his wife together with their three children: an 8 year old girl, a 5 year old boy and a toddler. I watched them covertly, facinated. The Aussie Battler* and his wife are mythical country people, fighting against the odds, battling drought and floods to raise their cattle, farm their land and breed their sheep. And here they were in front of me.
They looked to be old parents, probably in their 50's, their faces weathered by the sun. In their dress, it could have been the 1950's: he wore proper trousers and an open-necked short sleeved shirt (I'm sure there was a tie tucked away somewhere); she wore a floral shirt-waister. From snatches of their conversation, I worked out that they were farmers who'd been to Sydney for the day - they'd visited the bank and a medical specialist. Why? I didn't hear. They were making a long round trip to/from Dubbo, so the visits must have been important. (Dubbo has a big hospital and plenty of banks) Whatever had happened in Sydney, they were worried and relieved to be heading home. It hadn't been the best of days. Through much of that long evening, until 2.30am when they left the train, she knitted away her worries. She said as much, once, to her husband when he asked her why she didn't have a nap.
To that Aussie Battler's Wife, from one member of the Code to another, I salute you.
- Pam
*If you ever get the chance, read Henry Lawson's "Joe Wilson's Mates". Joe is the embodiment of the Aussie Battler.
Friday, 23 July 2010
Frugal Friday - to save or not to save, that is the question
As I struggled out of the office today (lugging my laptop, my handbag, an envelope full of invoices and a lidded plastic bucket that had just been emptied of the last of the office's dishwasher tablets), I started thinking about CrazyAuntPurl's recent post about clutter and obsessively collecting stuff for the sake of having stuff.
(First though, a diversion: why the plastic bucket? To make a nettle "stew" to feed my tomatoes next year. Stuff the bucket with young nettles, chop them if you want. Cover with water and a lid and allow to rot down for at least a month. Use as a liquid feed, pouring undiluted around the tomatoes. You can dump the residual gunk around them too - apparently, they love it (it's rich in nitrogen). It stinks, hence the lid. You can do the same thing to comfrey to make a more nutritious "tea", but I don't have that growing whereas nettles are free and not hard to find. I just stalked a suitable bucket and purloined it when it was almost empty.)
CrazyAuntPurl talks occasionally about how too much stuff becomes oppressive and that you end up feeling like the stuff owns you, instead of the other way around. It takes over your home, preventing you from relaxing because a) you have to clean it all, and b) you can't readily find whatever-it-is you were looking for because there is too much stuff in the way so you end up buying a new one. And, eventually, you end up living like a bag lady in your own home because there is so much junk hoarded there that it takes over.
As I struggled with the door to the office car park, I looked at the bucket in my hand and I wondered if that is the slippery slope I'm heading down. I don't need it "right now" - I won't be able to make nettle stew until next spring - so will have to store it. Will it turn into just another thing to find a home for/get in the way/forget about?
I don't think of myself as a big collector of things. When we put the house back together, I won't need a wall of display cases to show off my collections. I don't collect Royal Doulton figurines or stamps. Nor do I clutter up the spare bed with stuffed toys*. But I do collect books. And knitting magazines. And yarn. And embroidery stuff...
...And bread bags. And the tubs from Innocent Veg Pots. And small plastic containers. And soup containers. And Douwe Egbert jars. And Yeo Valley yoghurt pots.....
Hmm.... Maybe I could have a problem? My kitchen has the potential to be a hoarder's paradise. At least one of the letters published in the Tightwad Gazette laments: I've saved bread ties and egg cartons and orange juice lids, etc, but what do I do with all this stuff? Amy's response boils down to "only collect what you need. If it doesn't have a use, don't collect it".
It's a balancing act. One of the hard parts of frugally acquiring things that are useful is that they don't usually appear just when you need them. I've learned to snap up free/cheap items with potential because they won't be there when I go back looking of them. (I'm still lamenting not buying that double-boiler from the charity shop when candle making was only a vague idea in the back of my mind. I had to buy the more expensive microwave wax and sacrifice a glass jug because it's safer than heating wax directly on the stove top.)
I've only collect the bread bags, etc, because I have a use for them. I use the bread bags instead of freezer bags, particularly for meat and fish. I give the Veg Pot tubs away filled with coconut rough. The soup containers fit the freezer door's shelves so I freeze them full of stock, and smalz, and leftover stew. I store my spices in the Douwe Egbert jars. I use the yoghurt pots as starter pots when gardening. And they can also be used as plastic glasses for parties (we found this one out by accident when hosting a BBQ. People helped themselves to the tower of clear plastic "pint glasses" in the kitchen).
However, I don't need 100 yoghurt pots. And I recognise that there is a point where you have to call "stop" and just bin the excess however useful they may be in the future (for instance: I store the bread bags in an old tissue box; when it's full, I bin any excess). Hopefully there won't be an episode of Life Laundry for me.
- Pam
* I think I still own four soft toys: two rabbits made by my mother, a tiny teddy bear acquired from somewhere and Bearjing, a 12-inch white teddy bear that I picked up in Beijing in 1986.
(First though, a diversion: why the plastic bucket? To make a nettle "stew" to feed my tomatoes next year. Stuff the bucket with young nettles, chop them if you want. Cover with water and a lid and allow to rot down for at least a month. Use as a liquid feed, pouring undiluted around the tomatoes. You can dump the residual gunk around them too - apparently, they love it (it's rich in nitrogen). It stinks, hence the lid. You can do the same thing to comfrey to make a more nutritious "tea", but I don't have that growing whereas nettles are free and not hard to find. I just stalked a suitable bucket and purloined it when it was almost empty.)
CrazyAuntPurl talks occasionally about how too much stuff becomes oppressive and that you end up feeling like the stuff owns you, instead of the other way around. It takes over your home, preventing you from relaxing because a) you have to clean it all, and b) you can't readily find whatever-it-is you were looking for because there is too much stuff in the way so you end up buying a new one. And, eventually, you end up living like a bag lady in your own home because there is so much junk hoarded there that it takes over.
As I struggled with the door to the office car park, I looked at the bucket in my hand and I wondered if that is the slippery slope I'm heading down. I don't need it "right now" - I won't be able to make nettle stew until next spring - so will have to store it. Will it turn into just another thing to find a home for/get in the way/forget about?
I don't think of myself as a big collector of things. When we put the house back together, I won't need a wall of display cases to show off my collections. I don't collect Royal Doulton figurines or stamps. Nor do I clutter up the spare bed with stuffed toys*. But I do collect books. And knitting magazines. And yarn. And embroidery stuff...
...And bread bags. And the tubs from Innocent Veg Pots. And small plastic containers. And soup containers. And Douwe Egbert jars. And Yeo Valley yoghurt pots.....
Hmm.... Maybe I could have a problem? My kitchen has the potential to be a hoarder's paradise. At least one of the letters published in the Tightwad Gazette laments: I've saved bread ties and egg cartons and orange juice lids, etc, but what do I do with all this stuff? Amy's response boils down to "only collect what you need. If it doesn't have a use, don't collect it".
It's a balancing act. One of the hard parts of frugally acquiring things that are useful is that they don't usually appear just when you need them. I've learned to snap up free/cheap items with potential because they won't be there when I go back looking of them. (I'm still lamenting not buying that double-boiler from the charity shop when candle making was only a vague idea in the back of my mind. I had to buy the more expensive microwave wax and sacrifice a glass jug because it's safer than heating wax directly on the stove top.)
I've only collect the bread bags, etc, because I have a use for them. I use the bread bags instead of freezer bags, particularly for meat and fish. I give the Veg Pot tubs away filled with coconut rough. The soup containers fit the freezer door's shelves so I freeze them full of stock, and smalz, and leftover stew. I store my spices in the Douwe Egbert jars. I use the yoghurt pots as starter pots when gardening. And they can also be used as plastic glasses for parties (we found this one out by accident when hosting a BBQ. People helped themselves to the tower of clear plastic "pint glasses" in the kitchen).
However, I don't need 100 yoghurt pots. And I recognise that there is a point where you have to call "stop" and just bin the excess however useful they may be in the future (for instance: I store the bread bags in an old tissue box; when it's full, I bin any excess). Hopefully there won't be an episode of Life Laundry for me.
- Pam
* I think I still own four soft toys: two rabbits made by my mother, a tiny teddy bear acquired from somewhere and Bearjing, a 12-inch white teddy bear that I picked up in Beijing in 1986.
Tuesday, 20 July 2010
accidental hiatus
It seems as if everyone is taking a bit of a hiatus in the blogosphere. Me included. I don't know if it's the lazy, hazy days of summer or the pressure of work. In my case, it's a combination of everything and sheer exhaustion. The bite on my ankle turned nasty, which probably hasn't helped. I'm on my second course of antibiotics for it. Cellulitis - I haven't seen it for 20+ years, but boy is it recognisable.
I have a week's leave booked for the first week of August and I'm really looking forward to it. We aren't going anywhere; it's just a chance to rest and recuperate.
In the meantime, I'm running on coffee.
- Pam
Thursday, 1 July 2010
Why do insects keep taking chunks out of me?
I am getting seriously pissed off at whatever it is that keeps biting me. Why am I such a bug magnet? I know that if there is a mosquito anywhere within two miles, it'll find me, but these are something else. What is making me so tasty? Whatever it is, I need to work it out soon, before I start looking like I've got chicken pox. (No, I don't have chicken pox for a third time. I have clear memories of last time and these bites aren't it.)
And I don't even think it is all the same type of bug. This is my arm, a week after I noticed the first bite appeared:
It wasn't itchy. Then something else munched me around the elbow, and boy did THAT itch. Then, on Tuesday evening as I parked up at my hotel, something took a bite out of my ankle. Again, I didn't feel the bite. I caught my ankle with my suitcase as I unloaded it and suddenly it was massively itchy and swollen. Yesterday evening, it had a deep red ring around a white spot. Today, not so much.
(Also, why is it when you wait for better light to take a photo bite marks go down? It was furiously angry 8 hours ago.)
I haven't got a clue what bugs are doing the biting - I've reached the point of longing for the days when the enemy was just honest to goodness mosquitoes.
- Pam
And I don't even think it is all the same type of bug. This is my arm, a week after I noticed the first bite appeared:
It wasn't itchy. Then something else munched me around the elbow, and boy did THAT itch. Then, on Tuesday evening as I parked up at my hotel, something took a bite out of my ankle. Again, I didn't feel the bite. I caught my ankle with my suitcase as I unloaded it and suddenly it was massively itchy and swollen. Yesterday evening, it had a deep red ring around a white spot. Today, not so much.
(Also, why is it when you wait for better light to take a photo bite marks go down? It was furiously angry 8 hours ago.)
I haven't got a clue what bugs are doing the biting - I've reached the point of longing for the days when the enemy was just honest to goodness mosquitoes.
- Pam
Wednesday, 30 June 2010
The best birthday present ever?
If you had a sporting fantasy, what would it be? For many of my friends, it'd be to score the winning goal for England in the final of the World Cup. For a few others, it'd be to score a century in an Ashes test match and then take five wickets. For me, it'd be horse related: riding at Hickstead or show jumping at the Horse of the Year Show or doing a National Velvet and riding the winner of the Grand National.
When I was trying to figure out what to buy DH for his 40th birthday last year, I wondered what his would be and whether I could give him a gift that would fulfil it. I don't know what his was, but I can make a good guess what it is now.
On Sunday, DH "spent" his 40th Birthday Present: a Formula Silverstone single-seater "driving experience": 20 minutes driving a racing car around one of the circuits at Silverstone, the home of the British Grand Prix. He had a ball! I lost count of the number of laps he did, but he loved every minute of it. You can't see the smile on his face in the photo above, but I assure you it was there.
There were 18 drivers in DH's group. His session started with a short (20 minute) briefing about how to drive the track: when to brake, when to change gear, what is the best line to take through the bends. That was followed by a short "how to operate the car" briefing session in the pit lanes and then he was helped into his vehicle by a member of staff, who also went over the vehicle's controls. The cars were led out in groups of 6; each group had its own safety car. The safety car led them round the track at ever increasing speeds, before setting them free to race each other around the track for 10 minutes.
I'm really glad he loved it. I chose it for two reasons: it had the longest driving time of all the Red Letter Day driving experiences on offer, and it's something that appeals to me, which I thought would appeal to him too. Score 2:0 to me.
- Pam
When I was trying to figure out what to buy DH for his 40th birthday last year, I wondered what his would be and whether I could give him a gift that would fulfil it. I don't know what his was, but I can make a good guess what it is now.
On Sunday, DH "spent" his 40th Birthday Present: a Formula Silverstone single-seater "driving experience": 20 minutes driving a racing car around one of the circuits at Silverstone, the home of the British Grand Prix. He had a ball! I lost count of the number of laps he did, but he loved every minute of it. You can't see the smile on his face in the photo above, but I assure you it was there.
There were 18 drivers in DH's group. His session started with a short (20 minute) briefing about how to drive the track: when to brake, when to change gear, what is the best line to take through the bends. That was followed by a short "how to operate the car" briefing session in the pit lanes and then he was helped into his vehicle by a member of staff, who also went over the vehicle's controls. The cars were led out in groups of 6; each group had its own safety car. The safety car led them round the track at ever increasing speeds, before setting them free to race each other around the track for 10 minutes.
I'm really glad he loved it. I chose it for two reasons: it had the longest driving time of all the Red Letter Day driving experiences on offer, and it's something that appeals to me, which I thought would appeal to him too. Score 2:0 to me.
- Pam
Thursday, 24 June 2010
Random. Just Random.
In the things I wish I could remember department:
I wish I could remember how to reset the clock on the stove. (Or, alternatively, what we did with the manual.) I'm sure I used to know but it isn't intuitive and it's been 7 years since there was power to the clock and ovens. (We used the gas hob.) The electrician has wired it up temporarily for us and I've used both ovens, but I'd really, really like to set the clock to the correct time. I've emailed the manufacturer - fingers crossed they can help me.
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Football
Have you been watching the World Cup? Yesterday was a rather nail-biting day for me. I'm cursed with having two national teams to follow: Australia and England. England needed to win to progress to the knock-out stages. If Australia were to progress, they needed both a big win (with a goal difference of 3 or more) AND either Germany or Ghana to win the other match in their group.
The canteen at work has been showing all the daytime matches on their big TV. The England match was at 3pm so a group of us went down to watch. (By the end of the match, there was 200 people in there.) It was nerve-wracking! I think I swore more in those 90+ minutes than I have ever sworn in the office. Fortunately, England played like a team, defended well and won by a goal to nil. It was the best they've played in this competition - their match against the USA was OK but they looked nervous, while their game against Nigeria was dire.
Australia's game was at 7.30pm and not broadcast on terrestrial TV, so I watched the German game. It was so frustrating! I have only managed to watch one out of the three Australian matches and I was hoping to watch this one. No dice. We won, with two good goals, but it wasn't enough to go through.
Congratulations to the American team for getting through to the last 16.
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In Other News...
Can't remember if I've told you but DH is working a temporary job and has been since the second week of May. It's for a contractor for London Transport, which means that every day is in a different location. It's shift work. The hours are awful. And he has to get there by public transport so an 8 hour shift is really a minimum of an 11 hour day. It's not in his field. But any job is better than no job and he's happy to be earning some money.
- Pam
I wish I could remember how to reset the clock on the stove. (Or, alternatively, what we did with the manual.) I'm sure I used to know but it isn't intuitive and it's been 7 years since there was power to the clock and ovens. (We used the gas hob.) The electrician has wired it up temporarily for us and I've used both ovens, but I'd really, really like to set the clock to the correct time. I've emailed the manufacturer - fingers crossed they can help me.
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Football
Have you been watching the World Cup? Yesterday was a rather nail-biting day for me. I'm cursed with having two national teams to follow: Australia and England. England needed to win to progress to the knock-out stages. If Australia were to progress, they needed both a big win (with a goal difference of 3 or more) AND either Germany or Ghana to win the other match in their group.
The canteen at work has been showing all the daytime matches on their big TV. The England match was at 3pm so a group of us went down to watch. (By the end of the match, there was 200 people in there.) It was nerve-wracking! I think I swore more in those 90+ minutes than I have ever sworn in the office. Fortunately, England played like a team, defended well and won by a goal to nil. It was the best they've played in this competition - their match against the USA was OK but they looked nervous, while their game against Nigeria was dire.
Australia's game was at 7.30pm and not broadcast on terrestrial TV, so I watched the German game. It was so frustrating! I have only managed to watch one out of the three Australian matches and I was hoping to watch this one. No dice. We won, with two good goals, but it wasn't enough to go through.
Congratulations to the American team for getting through to the last 16.
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In Other News...
Can't remember if I've told you but DH is working a temporary job and has been since the second week of May. It's for a contractor for London Transport, which means that every day is in a different location. It's shift work. The hours are awful. And he has to get there by public transport so an 8 hour shift is really a minimum of an 11 hour day. It's not in his field. But any job is better than no job and he's happy to be earning some money.
- Pam
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