I am still without a car, since last Thursday. Thankfully Tam and J took me grocery shopping in Llandod yesterday, so I am all stocked up again with perishable things. (Plenty of tins in and stuff in freezer). I phoned the garage again this morning and the part STILL hasn't been delivered. The Courier has really let them down, and they are apparently waiting for spares for other cars they have down there. Let's hope that they've given the Couriers hell and I will soon be mobile again. I need to go to Brecon soonest to sort out a bank card, amongst other things.
Tam brought me a goodly bag of crab apples yesterday, so I have been scrubbing them clean and cutting out any bad bits, and now my kitchen is smelling wonderful as I've been stewing them up for jelly, with whole cloves and cinnamon sticks in.
There are curtains up at the half landing window to deal with any draughts, as Tam couldn't get the traditional sash catch in brass that I wanted (will go to Hay for that). I was pleased to find the exact home for the lovely Dunelm curtains I had hanging in my office at Ynyswen. As they had cost £70 or so I didn't really want to charity shop them or have the bother of trying to sell them on Ebay.
The light fitting over the door has a problem (loose connection Keith reckons) so changing the bulb didn't help, but we do have a new functioning pull cord bathroom light. The old one was Bakelite and ancient and J said that the ends of the wiring were too short and had just been haphazardly jammed into the fittings and the whole thing was hanging in there by the skin of its teefs as the ancient plaster beneath it was breaking up. The joys of old houses.
I've just been watching an Escape to the Country from 2014, set in Shropshire, where a lady of mature years from Woking wanted to move and have her own concert hall and room for her grand piano. The 3rd property they looked at was one we knew. It was next door to Bryn-y-Cagley Hall, which we wanted to buy SO MUCH a few years ago. (The vendors of Bryn-y-Cagley had done this barn up to live in, as it was all on one level). Of course, we couldn't sell, and still couldn't sell when it came back on the market again a couple of years back. With the benefit of hindsight, it was probably for the best as it did have a very large garden, with over 70 David Austin roses, a very productive mixed orchard, masses of soft fruit bushes etc. It was also a long way away from our offspring, so perhaps we were meant to be here.
I have also found out today why Ghengis has been going out in the yard, and then lurking behind the Wheely Bin until I go and open the door, when he trots safely across. There is another young black and white tom about the place - Alfie has had a couple of set-to's with him this morning. He's well fed, so I think comes from the farm up the hill where they feed their cats but sadly don't appear to neuter the boys. Sigh. I have chased him off but he's been seen several times through the French windows.
Right, I had better go and put the crab apples in the jelly bag overnight. I may use the pulp again to cook up with blackberries and sloes to make Hedgepick Jelly too. Watch this space.