I was dragged out today to Huddersfield (according to the boss, the only town with a HMV shop) for a CD. A CD of the soundtrack from Labyrinth the film. I often catch myself thinking that if I didn’t have K living with me, my life would be so much calmer and quieter. I wouldn’t be traipsing out on these quests for this and that. I would be a lady of leisure, pleasing myself whether I stayed put or not. But……..would I keep as healthy? Or get as much exercise? ‘Children help to keep you young.’ is a very old saying and its true. Okay, K is no longer a child but she does keep you on your toes (literally!) in much the same way.
I have resisted blogging this week because I didn’t feel that any noteworthy incidents occurred. So here is a recap of this week and anything I didn’t bother blogging about.
I didn’t bother blogging about K gingerly setting off to Day Care, clinging on for dear life to her support worker as she ventured down the path. We had experienced a hard frost during the night, and when its frosty she has one philosophy only and its this. ‘If I go down, you go down with me.’ This rule applies to anyone who has the misfortune to be accompanying her at the time.
To continue this tale and be fair to Grand Central, part of the ensuing farce was brought about by the way that King’s Cross station is organised. ( or should I say disorganised?) On all of our railway stations ((up North) you are allowed to wait for your train on the platform that your particular train has been allocated. Not so at King’s Cross, arguably one of the busiest railway stations in London. Now I can’t comment on any of the other London stations and whether or not they are exactly the same, but at King’s Cross you are not allowed to go on any of the platforms until boarding time. You are stopped from doing so by closed gates manned by staff. Instead all passengers are expected to all congregate in front of the huge departure board in the lobby.
As most of my readers correctly guessed, yesterday we set off for a day trip to London via the Grand Central train that uses our little station as one of its pick up points. Breakfast packed for the journey, we caught a taxi down to the station in plenty of time for the train due at 06.46 am. J was with us again for this jaunt and as is his wont, as soon as the announcer stated that ‘The train approaching platform 1 is the Grand Central Express to London King’s Cross’, he disappeared for a smoke.
We are off on one of our jaunts tomorrow. (Or adventures if you use your imagination more vigorously.) As I have done in the past, I will try and include some clues as to our destination, but I am going to have to be really careful and vague with this one or it will be far too easy for my readers to guess. We had planned to do this one quite a while back but circumstances and our short break away postponed things until now. As is often the case, never to miss out on one of our jaunts, we will as usual be accompanied by J, hopefully this time not spending the entire day texting his beloved (which nearly drove me insane last time if you remember.) So here goes with the clues.
Recycling and all that.
Yes, I know! I’ve touched on this subject before but following on from Monday’s recycling collection (or lack of it as it turns out) I am going to have another rant. Please don’t get me wrong dear readers, I am all for recycling to cut down on waste, but…….. most of the items that I end up sorting into my various receptacles are either not produced by myself nor requested either, and most are unnecessary waste produced by others. And I could argue that years ago, the majority of it wouldn’t be refuse needing to be sorted because it would have been disposed of on the open fires we all used to have. Remember?
I made one of my infrequent visits to my Messenger Social feeds yesterday during a break in reading blogs and posting my own. I spotted this entry by one of my Windows Live friends who obviously hasn’t made the leap over here yet. I was quick to give him an answer to his question, and afterwards I ended up laughing about it all day. Here it is.
When I got up this morning, I should have been busy tidying up the flat and doing some ironing. I say should have because the moment I looked out of the window at the glorious October blue sky, and urged on by one of my blogging friends I threw caution to the winds, thought ‘Dang it!’ (or words to that effect) and armed with my trusty camera, set off on a lone adventure to who knows where. I had no idea where I would end up, I did have some letters to post so that quest would have to feature in which direction I took, but as for the rest I would let fate decide where I eventually was to land up by catching the train. So whichever train arrived first, I would venture there. This glorious October weather was far too good to waste!
Following on from my previous post of a tour around our town, my walk around the town ended up at the back of our soon to be opened Swimming Pool and Fitness Centre. Any of my long term readers (if any are still around that is) will recall my previous tales of our swimming pool, the history of our wait for a new one and how K and I were keeping tabs on the progress (or lack of it) of the new build. It has been completed on time, the hard hats have departed, the bright yellow fence complete with peep holes for nosy residents ( ) has long since been demolished, and it is due to open on the Monday the 25th October.
I had to go down to town this morning, so I thought that I would take you all on a tour around our little town. It only has two shopping streets and these are mostly filled with charity shops and strangely enough, travel agents. We do have a Boots, a Wilkinson’s, a Sainsbury’s and of course our monstrosity of a Tesco’s. (Which by the way most of us didn’t want built.) We have a river running through the town at the southern end, and also a canal which in Victorian times would have been the main thoroughfare for goods arriving to the factories, and one of the old factories that stood right at the side of the canal to enable goods to be easily loaded from the narrowboats has since been converted into luxury flats.
Now of course, the canal is used mainly for those who prefer to live in a narrowboat and also for canal cruises and pleasure rides. We do have a boat builders yard though that builds new narrowboats, and at great danger of someone suddenly coming out of the builders and confronting me about why I was loitering on their premises armed with a camera, I managed to sneak a shot of their latest creation.
We also have our own park, one of the nicest I think, in Calderdale. Not too big, not too small, it has a lovely play area divided sensibly into three, a toddlers area, an older children’s play area and a Skateboard and Bike area for the teens. At the frontage, we have a lovely flower bed area where folks can go and sit down (weather permitting of course) and while away the time whilst they admire the handiwork of the councils gardeners.
Across the bridge is an open field area that is used every year for our annual Gala. It’s also used by the numerous football teams as well. It is fringed by the wooded bank rising up steeply at one side, and the beck meandering through the park at the other. At the opposite end of the park to the Play areas, is the Bowling Greens for the older residents, a Crazy Golf for families to enjoy, two tennis courts and the resident wood carved figure. ( I can’t state a name for him as I am not sure he has one.)
Last time I took a shot of him, he looked very sorry for himself, as he had been left on his side laying prostrate on the floor. (must have fallen over, or been pushed.) However, I was delighted to see that someone has taken pity on him and he is now upright, albeit propped firmly vertical by surrounding stones. He is also now facing the new swimming baths, whereas originally he faced the other direction. Perhaps someone feels that he should be party to all the fun and games that no doubt will be ensuing there soon.
I shall have other photos to add later, as it was drizzling with rain and so I missed taking any shots of the river and also our lovely train station, nor have I included any photos of the streets in town either. Enjoy my slideshow and I’ll be back soon.