Heavens Above!

Earlier in the week, a friend posted on WhatsApp that he had just been to the optician, who had advised watching the eclipse 'safely' using a mobile phone. Bob said he'd got a piece of appropriate glass to look through. Steph said Jacob had made a pinhole viewer. Then the BBC, NASA  and the Royal College of Ophthalmologists said it was not a good idea to use phones [could damage both your gadgets and your eyes!] Liz, Jon and girls came over at 6.15. Wednesday

Bob showed Jess all the equipment we had ready
1 piece of welder's glass

3 colanders and pieces of dark card

4 cardboard pinhole viewers

and a camera on a tripod don't touch it!

Bob was hoping to use his kit to take a photograph of the eclipse safely.

I had arranged the chairs facing the workshop. Ro and Jess took to walking backwards in case they inadvertently looked up at the sun! The progress of the eclipse seemed very slow to all the grandchildren in Norfolk and Manchester. 

The pinhole viewers took a bit of maneouvering [but they did work well if you could manage them]

Rosie described 'waxing crescents' and Jess picked up a phrase from her Dad about 'a fingernail of sunlight' 

We did our best to make the experience both educational and fun for the children.

Jacob and George held their colander in front of the garden seating, and got hundreds of mini eclipses. 

Bob managed to get a photograph using his glass and his camera. Then he went off to check on the firepit. 

This week, we have introduced the girls to s'mores. Toasting marshmallows on skewers seemed more interesting than squinting at the skies...

But after they'd all gone, Bob and I went back out into the garden at midnight and watched the Perseids Meteor Shower. It was fabulous...

Rosie actually put down her s'mores for another look at the eclipse "Look, there's the sun!" she shouted

How blessed we are, to be able to watch these wonders of nature together. Psalm 8 [from The Message] says

I look up at your macro-skies, dark and enormous,
    your handmade sky-jewellery,
Moon and stars mounted in their settings.
    Then I look at my micro-self and wonder,
Why do you bother with us?

Not Exactly The Tardis!

A request from Manchester"When we get Norfolk, please can Grandad build us a time machine ?" No challenge is ignored by my Shedman. He worked out a design using the L-shaped box which had contained the new IKEA armchair. Bob explained to me there would be a seat inside, with a control panel and joy stick, plus a curtain to shield the eyes of the passengers whilst in flight. [I found suitable fabric for that] We printed off some stickers to personalize the box. And there would be a selection of items in boxes in the summerhouse - costumes, hats, crowns, wigs, flags, water pistols and bubble swords. 

The time travellers climbed into the machine, and the curtain came down. To give the impression of "Time Travel", a portable speaker played the proper Vworp!Vworp! noises and other ethereal music , whilst the everyone else dressed up in random costumes to represent different times and places. Then the curtain lifted and the traveller met them- friends [with bubble swords] foes [water pistols] or flag wavers [either cheering or demonstrating - who knows?]

Utter madness and mayhem, much fun had by all - Jacob was particularly taken with the red curly wig and the Captain Kirk wig. Jess enjoyed being a Chinese flag waver.  Steph wore capes and hats - I have no idea who I was meant to be. The bubble wands were by far the most successful accessory [£2 each, a bargain] We had a couple of days of riotous fun dressing up, brandishing weapons, and declaiming...

A box of costumes, and a reclaimed cardboard box gave us hours of fun. It was good to watch the boys decorating the box before the others arrived, and amusing to hear them all role playing their characters. And the cousins were so good at taking turns inside the time machine. But that was all over a week ago. The costumes are packed away, the boys are back inn Manchester and the time machine will be going into the recycling bin. If TARDIS means "Time and Relative Dimension in Space" what is ours called? 

How about TIC-TAC ?
"Transportation In Cardboard - Timetravel At Cornerstones"  ?

Another Family Birthday

The other day my phone offered me the chance to look at "Pictures of Liz down the years" This selection represents the last 21 years - from our trip to Budapest in 2005 to new spectacles this spring. 

So grateful for this wonderful daughter - the mother of my grand-daughters, and such a thoughtful, intelligent, caring witty woman. We have had so much fun together recently - both here in Norfolk, and when we were in Manchester last month looking after the boys during the Marathon.

Thank you for all the joy and laughter you bring to our family, have a wonderful birthday, Liz! 

Mama's Little Baby...

 ...loves short'nin', short'nin' 

I have been doing much shortening and altering this week - some for myself, some for my neighbours

• 2 pairs of trousers
• 2 zip replacements
• 2 dresses, sleeve adjustments

It is lovely to sit in the sun and handstitch garments.

We were also sitting outside on Tuesday to eat our lunch. My neighbour called over the fence "Can I give you those trousers now, Angela?" I took them from her. Then a few minutes later she called back "Do you two want some cake with your lunch?"

She passed me a plate with two huge slices of freshly baked Victoria Sponge. 
Bob says he greatly approves of this arrangement where I do the shortening and he gets to eat cake!

I have completely missed out on The Wiggles but this video was more fun than the original Andrews Sisters clip. 

On the subject of children's TV, what's the story in Balamory? My grandson is incredibly excited, as his classmate's Dad works at CBeebies, in MediaCity, Salford. This chap came in to school and now George tells us he knows all the secrets behind the production!

I'm On the Train!

I had carefully planned some activities for the 9 hours I was expecting to spend on trains over the weekend. "The best laid plans of mice, men [and enthusiastic grandmas] gang aft agley" said that Scottish guy [almost] Bob bought me a newspaper at the station, while I got a croissant  - I'd got a flask of coffee in my bag.

 When I boarded the train, well before 8am on Saturday, I was thrilled to find a table seat. I folded the paper back to the crossword. I was joined by a very chatty woman going to Leicester to watch her son play rugby. She was accompanied by the son's girlfriend and his shorts, which he'd forgotten to pack when he left earlier in the week! 
She chatted all the way to where they changed trains. The girl dozed [or pretended to!] I now know all about burial customs in the French Cameroons [where she regularly visits her late mother] and grape-growing in Norfolk. They got off, I began my crossword. Filled in two clues. Then the next person came and sat opposite me. She also started up a conversation, I put down my pen. 

A delightful woman, a charity worker, en route to a surprise birthday party. "Do you mind if I put my make up on? I didn't have time before I left?" She managed to do amazing things with brushes and palettes whilst conversing about anything and everything. I learned, among other things, that the phrase in use when I retired from teaching "high functioning autistic" should now be replaced with "twice blessed" [Duly noted] She de-trained just before Sheffield.

My final travel companion was off for a girls' weekend with old friends from Uni. Her two children were the same age as George and Jacob, but she was confident their Dad would cope. She had been a teacher, but after the children arrived had moved to a part-time admin job, which was less stressful - and finished at 'hometime' - not evening marking and prep work! She got off and I had half an hour to myself. I finished my lukewarm coffee and my crossword.  Steph and Liz met me at Manchester Piccadilly. Liz had brought a book with her to lend to Steph, and I speed-read it over the weekend. 

I may review this later! The journey back was good. I boarded the train with a couple of similar age who were going right through to Norwich, and on to Yarmouth for the racing. We chatted for a bit as we settled in, then he did a huge crossword, she put in her earbuds, and I sorted out my cross stitch. Having established which colours I needed beforehand, I made three strips of card, drew the little symbols and numbers and cut and threaded lengths of yarn.

I was pleased to have my threads ready for beginning the project. Then I read my book right through!
I can't review it yet, Bob wants to read it first! Yes I know "Murder under the Mistletoe" is somewhat unseasonal.

It was a birthday gift from my old schoolfriend. She is still  in hospital, and unable to shop. So is wisely regifting her Xmas presents, and felt a book by a Rev was one she could happily pass on to me.

I did pack a second book, but I suspect I have left that in Manchester...

How do you pass the time on long train journeys?

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Siblings On A Sunny Sunday

First thing, Steph and Gaz went off to the Starting point, and met up with their good friend Rob. They started off running together

Meanwhile, Liz and I took the boys to the park, then walked along the footpath back to the house. Why was one street sign in Welsh?

Things were going quite well, until Steph and Rob noticed their trio was now a duet. Actually, Gaz was behind them...
Steph was running faster than Rob, so he urged her to go on ahead, which she did...

By now, we were back home, Liz put together a picnic lunch and I encouraged the boys to use the loo. We walked a few yards round the corner and sat down on the pavement to eat our lunch and wait for our runners to come past

There was an online system for tracking, but neither Liz nor I could get it to work on our phones. But Christine [Rob's wife] who was near the finish line, and Bob [In Norfolk] kept us supplied with the necessary information. 

Eventually all three ran past - my first picture of Rob was spoiled by a very large man running in front - but here is the rear view of our friend going by.
Steph and Gaz both diverted and gave the boys quick hugs.

Once we had done waving., Liz and I took the boys home [Can I watch some TV now, please? asked George] 

Christine actually managed a video of Steph 200m from the finish line...

Steph's time was 4.09.11, knocking nearly 40 mins off her previous Personal Best. Liz went for her train, and I fed the boys, bathed them and got them in pjs. We watched more SpongeBobSquarePants. I do declare that programme is drawn by drug crazed insomniacs. I cannot make head nor tail of it! [my family will insist on calling it AngBobSquarePants] 

Christine met the three at the finish line, with fresh clothing, and they all had a brief celebration. [How does Steph look so bright, and nothing like someone who has spent 4 hours running?]

Mum and Dad finally got home around 6.30. The boys were overjoyed and larked around wearing the medals...

2015, 20224 and now 2026. Steph says that she does not plan to run any more marathons [that orange vest is at least 11 years old now] But I am one very proud Mum this week. 

Not just proud of Steph - but of sister Liz giving up her weekend to come and help with the boys. And two little brothers who were very supportive. And these two cool dudes in London, who stayed at home with Dad. [And well done Rob and Gaz for running, and thanks to Christine and Jon also in their supporting roles] 

The boys were so good

Life Is Not A Sprint...

 ...it is a marathon

Thinking especially of Steph and Gaz as they run the Manchester Marathon today. 

I Have Seen The Golden Sunshine

🌞Wednesday dawned bright and sunny. It was a rare Wednesday-Without-Shed day, and Bob was eager to get out and enjoy the weather🌞 I'd had a bad night, and woken with a headache. After he'd brought me breakfast in bed, it seemed churlish to say "I need to stay home and do housework"

🌞We got in the car and drove up to Deepdale Market on the coast. We stopped briefly en route to investigate a sign saying "Bric-A-Brac - Everything £1" I bought a sign which amused me, and Bob bought a filthy pair of pincers. We drove on to Burnham Deepdale, the sky was so blue, and the countryside so green...

I do love the mural in the alley way to the pop up craft shops. Not much of interest, but two lovely ladies were selling handmade jewellery and knitted accessories in aid of Duchenne UK. They were sisters, and one was the gran of a boy who has DMD. I treated myself to a kilt pin brooch for £5 - decorated with sewing notions and a Manchester bee. 

After a jacket potato lunch we drove home stopping in Fakenham, for milk in Lidl and a mooch round the Sue Ryder shop. I found a book

A simple cover, with fantastic contents. Years ago I got this from the library and knitted Steph the fingerless gloves for her birthday, then made half a dozen pairs as Christmas gifts. The book is divided into four sections with seasonal items to knit, sow, bake,craft and grow... 

Here is a photo of Steph's gloves from 2009

I shall enjoy reading this book again, and maybe I'll have time to do more of the projects. Some are pictured below. The illustrations are clear, with good templates and photos. Worth £2 I think. Altogether I spent £8, plus my spud. A good day out. I'm deciding where to put my sign, Bob polished up his vintage pincers the moment we got home. They look splendid. 

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I am not sure why we should" beware children playing". I think "be aware of children playing" probably would sound a little kinder. But the sign made me smile, and I love that children come and play in my garden.

This week's sunshine has been lovely. I hope the weather is kind where you are.

Touching Base

I made some pizza dough in my breadmaker [never done that before] and then I copied Sue in Suffolk's idea, and divided it into 6 rectangular pizza bases. These shapes store so efficiently in the freezer!
I put toppings on the remaining two, we ate them with salad. Mine had cottage cheese, Bob's had cheddar. I used some leftover roasted vegetables, a chopped up cooked sausage, and a generous dollop of Keswick Ketchup. It was simple, but tasty.

I got this in Booth's at Christmas. It was so nice I bought another bottle when I was in Manchester last month!

Spinning, Strimming, Trimming

Tuesday was a pleasant day and for the first time this year, the whirligig dryer went up in the back garden. Always a cheerful sign, spring is on the way. And later Bob strimmed the edges of the lawn, and mowed the grass. The grass was just a bit loo long. I'd better get a move on with my 2026 garden notes.

My hair was also a bit long, so I drove into Norwich and went to Supercuts. Shelley cut quite a lot off, but I am pleased with the shorter cut. I can show off my dangly earrings! I think my last cut was in September, but Steph trimmed my fringe in the Christmas holidays.  A one length bob needs minimal maintenance, but once it gets a bit too long and the weather warms up, I like to go shorter again.

I am still unpacking bits and pieces from the Manchester trip. I thought I had left Bob's slippers behind. I hadn't - but I had failed to pack my little red Icelandic beauties!

Today should be a lot of fun, I am meeting up with my old friend Elisabeth in Newmarket - we have been friends for 44 years. We are going to the racecourse together- but for a Quilting Show, not to bet on the horses! There will be a full report later...

Burgers, Milkshakes, And Buddy Holly

Thank you for all yesterday's kind birthday wishes for Rosie 

When Bob arrived in Manchester last Friday afternoon, he said he had stopped for lunch at an American Dinner, and had really enjoyed his meal* So on our way home on Monday, he suggested that the pair of us stop for an evening meal at the OK Diner, on the A17, near Newark.

It was dark when we arrived, but the neon lights shone bright. We parked and went inside.
It was just like the diners I have seen on TV - red and blue banquette seating, decor included vintage CocoCola bottles, pictures of Marilyn Monroe, Uncle Sam in his top hat, and the star spangled banners everywhere. The waitstaff were a cheery bunch in their red tee shirts. And the jukebox was playing relentlessly cheerful 1950s hits the entire time we were there. 
We both had Top Dollar Malted Chocolate Milk Shakes, made in huge aluminium cups in the machine, then decanted into tall glasses. We were give the glasses, and the cups, so we could top up and have a second glass. I drank part of mine before my meal arrived [chicken burger] and some with the meal - then had a paper cup to take the rest with me. Bob enjoyed his shake along with his chicken platter. The food was lovely and hot. Staff could not have been more helpful, chatty and pleasant. 

In case you are wondering, this is what the place looks like in daylight. It was great fun - I suggested that if we made another Manchester trip early in the morning, we could have breakfast there. I'll have the short pancake stack with maple syrup and bacon, please. 

*The Cona coffee was in a glass jug, keeping hot, so rather stewed - but then that is the authentic way of serving coffee in diners, so we cannot complain, as I told Bob.
I kept thinking of all those films and TV shows I have watched where they eat in a diner, and felt I would not have been surprised if Meg Ryan, Al Pacino or Guy Fieri had been sitting at the next booth!

Half Term, Half And Half

 Half the holiday in Norfolk with the girls

Then half in Manchester with the boys

Highlights

Monday's Beaver Trail at Bkickling Hall, followed by lunch at The Whistles top café at Aylsham Station. Yes that Aylsham - now much more famous than it was a week ago. Also teaching Rosie how to embroider. Board games, and pancake party. 

Word games, and Mousetrap, stories with Grandad.[when he wasn't fixing things and doing odd jobs] And some of us shared a nasty cold. 

So lovely to spend so much time with our two daughters and their families.

Cornerstones is going to feel very quiet this week. 

Mancunian Monday

We had a really smooth journey on Sunday - although it got quite foggy at the end. Gaz and Steph's new home is lovely. Having a bedroom with ensuite feels like staying in a hotel! The boys were as enthusiastic and affectionate as ever. Jacob came in to see us first thing, and enjoyed storyline with Big Grandad Bob. 

After breakfast, Steph took me to Booth's in Knutsford. I can see why Sue and others in the North West like this supermarket chain! Not as cheap as Aldi/Lidl, but way more atmosphere.

 The displays were lovely, staff helpful and friendly - my only reservation the sinister Santa dummy in the Coffee Shop.what a dreadful beard! The top Julian gave me matches my jacket beautifully. 

Then home again, to find Bob had been busy with odd jobs [always lots to fix when you move house] I finished decorating the Christmas Cake with the boys. George tells me it's only 3 sleeps till The Day!

How is your week going?