Not Much Happens

 

Hello everyone. This evening, I am approximately 86% ready-meal, having consumed a yellow stickered M&S lasagne and a lemon drizzle and custard. Normally, these are things that we would make from scratch (well, HOH makes the lasagne from scratch, but I taught him all he knows), but as we have a rubbish oven and no baking trays/cooking implements, we are up to our eyeballs in UPFs. And quite delicious it is too. 

In this week's episode of "Danger UXB" (Plymouth Edition), we found ourselves once again at the mercy of Hitler's Little Helpers as someone digging up a car park found a WW2 250kg bomb. For once, it was nowhere near us, although, to be fair, we were ready to evacuate if we had to, as all our clothes were already in suitcases and we were ready to go if they said so. However, as soon as the bomb was discovered, the army went home and had a rest and then came back the next day and blew it up. Apparently, there was a lot of sand in the air, but no other damage was done. Unfortunately, people in Plymouth are all becoming a bit blasé about the odd bomb here and there, and quite a few refused to move out, leading to an army-type person (who seemed to be quite enjoying his time in the spotlight) having to be quite firm with everyone. 

It has been a quietish week with very little to report on the housing front. There are a few meetings next week where we expect to find out a few things about a possible return to our home. So, if you are desperately casting around for something to put in your prayer diary on Wednesday night (after all, it's not as if there is much else going on in the world), we would both be very grateful.

Is anyone else watching the David Attenborough tribute this week? I am always thrilled at how devastatingly handsome he was when he was young. It's a bit surprising that his brother ended up being the film matinee idol. We saw him once, coming out of the National Gallery; he looked older and frailer than he does on the telly. Mind you, he must have been in his nineties when we saw him. 

We also got to the pictures this week to see a film called "Rebuilding". You may have to chase it down if you want to see it because it isn't on in many places. If you do get the chance, I do recommend it. It's a small tale about a cowboy who loses his ranch in a huge fire but reconnects with his daughter and his family as he starts again. I suppose it sounds a bit clichéd to talk about the way someone who has lost everything finds out what is truly important, but it is so well done that you don't mind. And, as my old mother used to say, sometimes something becomes a cliché because it is true. (She never said that, but I expect she would have if she had thought about it). I think our current family circumstances also impacted how much we loved the film. Perhaps when so many things are going wrong, as they are at the moment, the spiritual side of me is looking to find rhyme or reason for it all. Nobody has actually shouted, "All things work together for good" at me yet (Good luck with that, chum), but I think that even unconsciously, I am wondering if there is something to be learned from this or that maybe something positive to be had. 

Anyway, I'm certainly getting more reading done. This week's books - photographed on the suitcase of doom are John and Paul, which is about the relationship between the top Beatles and how that played out in their songs. HOH really enjoyed it because there is a lot of drilling down into the songs and talking about bridges between verses and opening stanzas, which he is very keen on. Me - not so much. There's a bit of gossip which I am very much there for, but it does wang on a bit. The Summer Book is a slim volume about a grandmother and her grandchild and the summers they spent on a tiny island. It's funny and sweet and quite bolshy sometimes. Nothing much happens, which is a bit of a theme this week, but it is beautifully written with a wistful air to it. Excellent.

Have a good week.