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Replacing the hob

The lack of a fully functioning hob was really beginning to annoy me. I kept going to use my usual ring, and nothing happened! Although I could still cook using the remaining rings, it was clearly far less than ideal so I decided I really needed to do something about it.

This time I decided that I would actually turn up in person at the local electrical appliance store in Ledbury. When I replaced my broken oven, dishwasher and washing machine, I did it all over the phone. The saleswoman at the shop twigged who I was when I gave her my address – realising that she’d spoken to me on the phone several times but hadn’t known what I looked like. She said she thought she had recognised my voice…… I’ve heard that before!

Hob technology has really come on in the last fifteen years or so since we bought the old one. The saleswoman tried to sell me an induction hob, on the grounds that it is very responsive – the closest to gas in that respect. But I’ve no intention of replacing a large number of my pans, so that was a non-starter. The next question was “framed or frameless?” Well, that stumped me – I didn’t know what it meant, and when she explained it to me, I was still none the wiser as to why I should care at all! The next major question was the key one for me: “touch-panel or knobs?”  It turns out that most new designs of electric hob these days have an integrated touch panel for the controls, which looks much neater. But it struck me that it was more to go wrong, and was probably prone to being fiddly – especially if you had wet or greasy hands (which is quite likely when I’m cooking). Plus, I really like being able to crane my neck through the hatch in the dining room, and see at a glance whether a ring has been left on, just by looking at the position of the dials. So I said that I definitely wanted knobs. That really cut the choice down – each manufacturer seems to do only a few models with knobs, whereas there’s much more choice if you want touch-panel controls.

The shop didn’t actually have any knobby electric hobs in stock for me to look at, so I took the prices of three reasonable options and went home to look them up on the internet. So I could have done it all over the phone without physically visiting the shop after all! I phoned them back the next day to place the order and arrange for it to be fitted. One of the advantages of dealing with a local store is that they’ll deliver and fit the new appliance, and take the old one away for disposal, all in the overall price. There was initially a bit of uncertainty as to when the manufacturer would be able to deliver the new hob to the shop – apparently the floods Up North recently have caused some serious disruption and backlogs in the supply chain. However, the chap turned up on time first thing this morning to fit the new hob, which certainly looks very sleek and smart. It seemed to be very easy to install, just slotting straight into the hole left by the old one. The fitter was very pleased about that, hoping that it was a good omen for the rest of his day. He said that he often has to enlarge the hole in the worktop, and that it’s particularly awkward if it’s a swish granite top – he has to call out a colleague with a specialist grinder, and apparently the amount of stone dust produced is unbelievable! But there were no such problems with mine, and he was here and gone in well under an hour.

Now of course I have to start getting used to it, as it’s bound to have a very different response to my previous one.

At the pottery again

I spent Sunday back at Eastnor Pottery getting another fix of throwing. Business really seems to have taken off since the Pottery Throwdown programme, and the studio was full of people having a go at throwing. Three were on day two of a weekend course – they had spent all day Saturday throwing, and were spending Sunday practising turning and decorating their pots. There was also two people who were doing just a one-day throwing course. Fortunately, Jon the Potter now has the support of his ex-apprentice, Ethan, so between them they were able to give everyone plenty of individual tuition, even though the two groups were at quite different stages. 

I just sat in the corner and did some throwing. My mother has commissioned some more jugs – my father likes his food to be quite moist, so she generally makes a sauce to accompany meals. I’ve already made her a selection of smallish jugs, about 5-6cm tall, and she’s asked for a couple the next size up, i.e. 7-8cm tall. The larger capacity will be more practical when she’s got the family visiting. But all my jugs dribble to a greater or lesser extent, as it’s extremely difficult to hand-throw non-drippy spouts. So she’s requested matching saucers to catch any drips.

Sounds simple enough, and I’m perfectly happy throwing a repeatable jug shape. The trouble is getting a pair that more or less match, fit on a matching saucer without wobbling too much, and come out the right size once the clay has shrunk during drying. So to get the two jugs-and-saucers that were requested, I actually threw ten jugs and four saucers! I’ll go back in a month’s time and select the best-matched pair to turn and decorate, and all the others can go back on the reclaim pile, so nothing will be wasted.

Back to reality – and dodgy electrics

The holiday was very enjoyable. However, coming back home meant facing up to some house maintenance issues I’d been putting off. The week before Christmas, the light in the hall failed. I thought at first it was just a blown bulb, so went to replace it. That was in itself quite tricky – the hall ceiling is quite high and even standing on chair I’m not tall enough to reach the bulb. I got out the step-ladder, balanced on it somewhat precariously, changed the bulb and, hey presto, absolutely nothing happened. I went back up the ladder, removed the new bulb, and tried it in my bedside lamp – the bulb worked fine there. So clearly there was something more significant wrong with either the light fitting or the wiring. 

I didn’t have time to do anything about it before Christmas – I was very busy at work, and anyway wasn’t prepared to spend the money to call out an emergency electrician. But once I got back home after the holiday, I really couldn’t ignore the problem any longer. I really didn’t want to try to fix it myself – I might be an engineer by training, but I have a healthy respect for both ladders and electricity, and in my opinion they don’t mix! So I called my now all-too-regular electrician, stressing that it wasn’t an emergency, but that I needed my hall light back working. He popped round and diagnosed a broken light fitting, which he was able to replace fairly quickly, and only charged me £30 for call-out, parts and labour. That’s not too bad – and at least I now have some reasonable illumination to come home to in these long dark evenings.

The next, and rather more expensive, problem to be fixed is my electric hob. One of the rings stopped working before Christmas, and Sod’s Law, it’s the most useful one. I’m not even sure that it’s possible to replace the element in a halogen hob – it all seems to be embedded into the ceramic stove-top. So that might well mean a whole new hob unit. I’m still too busy at work to be able to put the time aside to get it investigated and fixed/replaced, but it will have to be done sooner or later……

Scattering the Ashes at Salamis

Gymnasium at Salamis

Gymnasium at Salamis

Years ago, when Christopher and I spent Christmas together in North Cyprus, we visited the spectacular Roman site of Salamis on Christmas Day. There is a set of huge Roman baths, still remarkably intact with a hypocaust system, box-flue tiles in the walls, and plunge pools lined with waterproof cement. There is also a rather impressive colonnaded exercise yard adjacent to the bath complex, as you can see in the picture above. There was a cafe/restaurant immediately outside the archaeological site, overlooking both the ruins and the beach, where we ate a rather good fish lunch on Christmas Day. I remember the waiter saying to us “I think this is a special day for you? I think I have to say ‘Merry Christmas’?”.

On this most recent trip, the tour not only went to Salamis (though not actually on Christmas Day) but we had an included group lunch at the same restaurant! So I thought it would be highly appropriate to scatter some of Christopher’s ashes into the sea off the very pleasant beach opposite the restaurant. I made my excuses while the rest of the party was eating their dessert, and nipped down to the beach to do the deed. I feel sure that he would approve.

Scattering the ashes

Scattering the ashes

Bellapais Abbey

There is a very atmospheric ruin of a monastic complex in the village of Bellapais, on the mountainside overlooking Kyrenia. The village itself is rather touristy – it has both the abbey ruin and the erstwhile house of Lawrence Durrell to attract the coach parties. But the abbey itself is worth a visit – there is a largely complete church and refectory, and a rather beautiful set of ruined cloisters.

Bellapais Abbey

Bellapais Abbey cloisters

There is now a restaurant on the site of the abbey kitchens immediately adjacent to the cloisters, where Christopher and I enjoyed a very pleasant dinner when we were there some fifteen years or so ago. So I was really pleased when I realised that the tour included a dinner at that very restaurant. The twelve of us on the trip were collected by minibus and taken up to the Abbey on the Saturday night for a meal of mezes followed by a huge mixed grill. It was very tasty, in fact the best meal of the whole trip. And the floodlit abbey ruins underneath the full moon really added some atmosphere.

Bellapais by night

Bellapais by night

Stray dogs

As with many places in the Mediterranean, there were plenty of stray dogs in North Cyprus. It was interesting to see though, that the ones in Kyrenia at least had been “adopted” by an animal welfare charity – they are tagged, neutered, innoculated, de-wormed, and then released back on to the streets where both the locals and the tourists feed them. Last year, someone had given the dogs cardboard boxes lined with newspaper to sleep in – a slight improvement from the bare pavement. This year, I noted that this had been upgraded to a “dog hotel”.

Dog hotel - also note the legacy British post-box

Dog hotel – also note the legacy British post-box

The dogs seemed very happy – lots of waggy tails, and they didn’t intimidate people or beg from them at all. But they did have a tendency to latch on to a group of tourists, and stick with us throughout a visit. They clearly knew the route as well as our guide did, and would bound ahead, stopping every now and then and looking round as if to say “Keep up, you lot!”.

On the last day of the trip, I noticed one of the strays strutting around Kyrenia, looking very dapper in a purple jumper that someone must have given him. He did look very pleased with himself, with his sleeves rolled up so his paws were sticking out, and the buttons done up around his neck!

Purple jumper

Purple jumper

Down the staircase

As I had stayed in the same hotel last year, I thought I knew what to expect. It’s a 2* establishment, so has fairly basic facilities, in a converted Ottoman mansion two minutes from the harbour. There are just nine rooms, one on the ground floor, and the other eight around the courtyard, accessed off a covered corridor up two external flights of stairs. I’d had a nose in the rooms adjacent to mine last year, and they were all much of a muchness – a decent sized but sparsely furnished room with either twin beds or a small double. So I got a huge surprise when I opened the door to Room 107 to see this:

Room 107

Once you got down the spiral staircase, the room below was about twice the size of all the others, with big windows on three sides and a large balcony. It was clearly the best room in the hotel – if you could overlook the downright dangerous entrance.  I certainly couldn’t manage to get my suitcase down those stairs – I had to ask one of the waiters to carry it down. Looking at the rest of the party, I’m pretty sure that I was given that particular room as I was the youngest by some way, and could therefore be reasonably expected to manage it. I didn’t actually fall down it, but then I made sure I had no more than one glass of wine of an evening! Some of the older and more heavy-drinking guests would have been in danger of tripping and doing themselves a nasty mischief!

Christmas in North Cyprus

Last year, I spent Christmas in North Cyprus, doing very much the B list sites. I enjoyed the holiday, especially the hotel which was ideally situated just minutes from the little harbour in Kyrenia. But I didn’t want to repeat the same itinerary, which really did concentrate on some very minor sites indeed. So way back in the dark and gloomy depths of February, I booked myself on the same company’s Christmas tour of the major sites in North Cyprus, staying at the same hotel. 

On the way out, the flight was mid- morning from Heathrow. It would have been a bit stressful travelling down to the airport on the day – you would have to get up so early to be sure to have enough time in hand to deal with delays. So I booked a room for the night before at the Thistle Hotel near terminal 5, and made my way there in a leisurely fashion the day before. It turned out to be a good choice of hotel – not for the hotel food or facilities, which were pretty much what one would expect. However, the transfer to Terminal 5 was unexpectedly interesting. Rather than going on a hotel hopper shuttle bus, for an extra 50p per person you can use the “Pod”. This is a driverless electric car that goes from the long term car park out the back of the Thistle hotel directly to T5 in just 5 minutes. Each “pod” is big enough for four passengers and their luggage, and there is usually one waiting at the car park. You get in, press the “start” button, and get whisked away to the terminal building along a dedicated elevated trackway. It was surprisingly fun, and made for a really good start to the holiday. 

I’m back home now, in the middle of doing the first of many loads of laundry ( the downside of going away……). More description of the trip and photos will follow when I’ve unpacked my camera.

Fuschia in December

It’s the week before Christmas and still extremely mild. I’m still using my summer-weight duvet, when normally by this time of the year I’m snuggling with a full 13-tog winter-weight quilt plus a blanket on top. My garden clearly has no idea of the seasons. I’m not entirely sure I can spell “fuschia”, but I’ve got four of them still flowering happily underneath my apple trees, in a sheltered south-facing spot. I’ve also got snowdrops coming through – they’re not in flower yet, but the shoots are coming through strongly. Even the grass is still growing, and could really do with being mown again.

I do hope that this continues and that we have a mild winter. I so hate having to dig myself out of foot-deep snow! But the signs are looking good so far…..

End-of-term-itis

I really don’t like this time of year. It’s not just the short days, dark evenings and persistent fog. Or even the rampant consumerism and tacky decorations wherever you look. It’s more that it reminds me forcibly of when Christopher got diagnosed, out of the blue, in the week before Christmas. It doesn’t help that work is particularly manic at the moment – I’m trying to get a fairly major bid out the door before everyone closes down for the holidays, so that adds levels of stress that I could really do without. 

All together, I’m in a real “bah-humbug” sort of mood at the moment. I’ve refused point-blank to attend the enforced-jollification that is the departmental Christmas Lunch. It’s held at the local Weatherspoon pub, chosen solely for its reasonably priced beer, with no reference whatsoever to the quality of the food.  Last time I forced myself to go, the sprouts were like bullets, the roast potatoes came from a packet, as did the gravy, I was allergic to the turkey and I ended up with a blinding migraine. I am not prepared to put myself through that again. So I shall stay behind in the office and work on my bid – and probably get a huge amount done as there will be no interuptions!