Tuesday, May 27, 2014

From your own correspondent


Image courtesy of the fascinating British Postal Museum and Archive blog

Thursday, May 15, 2014

In case you start to wonder…

…where I’ve got to this time, life has caught up with me again and the next couple of weeks are going to be very busy. The very small campervan is undergoing restorative surgery as I type, so it will be the very small car that takes us across the Pennines to Yorkshire tomorrow.

DD and her two sons are all enthusiastic members of their music centre swing band  and on Saturday evening the band will be staging a fund-raising concert in aid of her local church. Obviously DH and I will be there and I've been roped in to help with refreshments afterwards. In between rehearsals and concert we’ll be catching up with all their doings and probably marvelling yet again at the grandsons’ rate of growth. I’m starting to feel remarkably small whenever I see them.

After this family weekend it will be our turn to have a visitor. My dear mother-in-law is coming to stay for a few days and by the time we've taken her home again it will be the week after next and almost June. In between I have a meeting to host at home and two church services to prepare for and take, so it’s all go in the Transit household. Having finally caught up with all your blogs I’m about to get hopelessly behind again, so I’d better ask your forgiveness in advance.

Now I’m off to pack and put myself in the mood for Saturday’s concert. See you soon...

Saturday, May 10, 2014

A cautionary tale

Once upon a time there was a very small campervan. It was neat and white and new and very, very shiny. All its beautiful fittings and furnishings were spotlessly clean and tidy and its owners were very proud and very careful to keep it looking pristine.

However, as the years passed and the miles and trips started to add up, the very small campervan began to look rather less shiny and new, and, I regret to say, the once-proud owners became a little less careful. Indeed they began to take the very small campervan for granted and to rely on it carrying them and their belongings uncomplainingly up and down the country and even across to the continent without them having to worry about anything.

Alas, this happy state of affairs was not destined to last. One terrible day the very small campervan went for its yearly health-check and instead of being told to go away and come back next year, the somewhat neglectful owners were given some very bad news. Thanks to a series of hard winters and the over-lavish spreading of road-salt, the very small campervan’s underneath was in a dreadful way and it would no longer be allowed to drive anywhere until a great deal of extremely expensive mending had been done.

Now the once-proud owners bitterly regretted that they had taken their faithful small campervan for granted and had omitted to pamper its underneath enough with lots of soothing grease and oil. All they could do was to find a very kind and skilled mechanic who told them reassuringly that all was not lost and that he could and would restore the very small campervan to full and legal health in time for them to set off for their summer journey to France.

The moral of this tale is that if you want your very small campervan to go on carrying you everywhere your fancy takes you, out of sight must never mean out of mind. 

Saturday, May 03, 2014


After such a hectic week my mental processes are taking time to catch up and words are proving elusive.  Instead, here is music for a spring Saturday on an instrument I love more every time I pick it up and try to play. Ragtime always makes me think of my father, who introduced me to it when I was very young, and the fact that this is played by an amateur ensemble gives me hope that one day, if I go on practising hard enough, I too may be able to play like this…