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All a matter of timing…..

At ten past two on Saturday afternoon, a white-van-load of builders left, leaving behind a beautifully repointed chimney and a rather large invoice. At half past two, the heavens opened – and my porch leaked yet again! Clearly, they haven’t yet managed to fix it, though to be fair it now only appears to leak in a downpour, rather than in any type or amount of rain.

At nine o’clock this morning I was on the phone to the builders saying “About this invoice……..”  I don’t want to be unreasonable, and obviously I’ve no objection to paying for work that has been done satisfactorily. But I am getting very fed up with the fact that I’ve spent a lot of money on the porch, and it’s still not water-tight. I’ve said that I will pay most of Saturday’s invoice, but will withhold a proportion of it until the porch survives a heavy rain shower without forming puddles.

That seems to have concentrated their minds. I came home from work early this afternoon to show two builders exactly where the leak is happening. I don’t want to risk marking my gleaming new paintwork with Post-It notes, as the colour bleeds when it gets wet. So I have instead marked the wet spots on the floor-tiles with sticky orange dots. It looks like the porch floor has a bad attack of measles! They’ve had yet another go at sealing it, and plan to pop back here next time it rains heavily when they’re doing a job in Malvern, in the hope of catching the leak in action.

This saga could run and run!

Back at the pottery

Eastnor Pottery doesn’t generally run throwing workshops for adults over the summer – Jon the potter instead concentrates on children’s workshops and running pottery “experiences” at fairs and festivals etc. The adult workshops which I so enjoy only start up again in the autumn, by which time I’m generally suffering from withdrawal symptoms! In fact, I usually find that the first few pots I throw after an extended break are pretty crap, until I get my eye back in. Today I was back at the pottery for the first time since May, and I was pleased to find that my hands remembered what to do straight away.

In the morning I threw some pots with lids. They’re quite fun to make, but also a challenge, as the two pieces have to fit together snugly. So that involves some pretty accurate throwing, using a pair of callipers and a ruler. My mother has commissioned a single lidded pot from me, but I actually threw five pots and four lids, to maximise the chances of getting a compatible pair. While the clay is still very soft and wet, you can’t put them together to test the fit without distorting them. So although they should fit together ok, I won’t be sure until they are leather-hard and firm enough to handle. I’ll go back next month to turn and decorate the pots, at which point I’ll pick the pair that form the best match, and recycle the seconds.

After lunch I threw some side plates, again as a commission from my mother. It takes a surprising amount of clay to make even a smallish plate, and that in turn means that it takes quite a lot of physical effort to centre the clay. My arms and lower back are aching rather now from the effort, and I’m sure I’ll feel it in my legs tomorrow! I came home mid-afternoon, threw my clay-splattered clothes in the washing-machine, and collapsed on my bed for an hour to recover!

Bang, bang, bang……

……Crash, thud, tinkle. Yes, I’ve got builders in again! Rob is still here painting the porch and the kitchen window. It’s been a slower job than he’d hoped because the weather has been so poor that he hasn’t been able to do as much of the exterior paintwork as he had planned. It’s dry today, so he’s currently painting the porch door. But in addition to him, I’ve also got two builders on the roof repairing and repointing the chimney. And that is noisy! There is a huge amount of banging, thumping and crashing and occasionally they seem to drop something (possibly a loose chunk of old mortar) down the chimney which is quite disconcerting. They say that the chimney is in a pretty poor state of repair – it’s very exposed to the elements up there, the mortar is crumbling, there is a lot of penetrating damp, and some of the bricks are perished. I didn’t realise that bricks could perish, but apparently so. I don’t recall us ever doing anything about the chimney since we moved in, so I suppose it’s only reasonable to expect it to need some attention. I’ll be glad to have it done and watertight before the winter sets in. But I could do without the percussive sound effects – it’s making my head ring!

Leftovers

Christopher and I always had our “best” meal of the week on Saturday night, a tradition we picked up from my family. I remember the excitement when my sister and I were deemed old enough to stay up for Saturday night dinner with our parents, rather than having alphabetti spaghetti on toast in front of The Generation Game and then being sent to bed! Christopher did almost all the cooking in our household, and though he sometimes found making mid-week dinners something of a chore, he used to really enjoy cooking on a Saturday night, and was always keen to try out new recipes and experiment with new techniques.

I’ve tried my best to keep the Saturday night dinner tradition going, as I feel I would really be letting the side down if I reverted to microwave ready meals or takeaways. Plus  my appetite has particularly capricious for the past few months (I stop eating when I’m stressed – not a sustainable position!) so I’ve needed to make a major effort to cook something tasty that I’ll eat more than two mouthfuls of.  I was always impressed when Christopher was able to rustle up a roast dinner, even when he was feeling terrible, and didn’t really believe him when he said it wasn’t that difficult. But now I cook a roast dinner at least twice a month, and feel confident about everything except the gravy, which is still somewhat hit-and-miss, and usually needs sieving.

The only trouble is that there is a minimum size joint/bird that is worth roasting. The smallest chicken in Waitrose claims to serve two to three people, but actually does me for at least five meals, plus I usually make a stock from the carcass that will form the basis for another three. The butcher in town is happy to cut me a small portion off a leg of lamb and bone it for me, but there is no point in roasting something the size of a dog biscuit, so again I end up with enough meat to last me at least five meals.  And I get bored if I have the same meal twice in a row, and simply stop eating, so that needs to be avoided. That means that I’m always looking for more ways to use up leftovers.

Yesterday afternoon I was feeling pretty low after the “wobble” earlier in the week, so I spent the whole afternoon cooking my favourite dishes for dinner. Slow roast lamb with garlic and rosemary, potato and fennel gratin, and braised red cabbage with apple, all followed by pears poached in white wine and vanilla. It was delicious, though I say so myself, and I had thirds, which was a real result given how little I’ve been eating recently. I then spent most of the night awake with indigestion, but that’s another matter!

I now have a bowl of left-over roast lamb in the fridge which I shall be looking for ever-more inventive ways to eat for the first half of the week. I hate wasting food, but it’s a real effort to keep coming up with different ways to use up the leftovers!   So if anyone has any interesting ideas for using up cold roast meats, please do let me know. Already I’ve had a lamb / tomato / feta / spinach toastie for lunch today, and pancakes stuffed with lamb / leek / tomato / spinach and left-over gravy for dinner. Tomorrow night I think it will be a layer bake of potatoes, lamb, fennel, onions and dried apricots all cooked in stock, and I suspect there will be enough left over for a lamb risotto later in the week, and maybe even enough to garnish a pizza when I need a very quick dinner after a day spent mid-week at our Hampshire HQ.

A wobble

I’ve been getting a series of emails from Christopher over the past week, which has rather shaken me. Ok, they’re clearly not actually from him, but rather from a Google Calendar that he set up when he was first made redundant three years ago. “Empty septic tank”, “Sort out car insurance”, “Get boiler and central heating serviced”.

I’m doing my best to keep on top of his instructions from Beyond The Grave – the septic tank was emptied today, the boiler is scheduled to be serviced tomorrow, and I’ve sorted out the car insurance. But it’s a real double-edged sword. On the one hand, it’s helpful to have reminders of things that absolutely need to be done. But on the other hand, it’s really been upsetting me to get these reminders from and of him. And I don’t know the password of the Google Calendar he set up, so I don’t know how to go in and modify or stop them.

So if anyone bumps into me in town/at work and I look as white as a sheet, no I haven’t just seen a ghost. I’ve received an email from one!

Not the only dodgy roof in town

Yesterday afternoon, after work, I met up with a friend and ex-colleague for coffee, a cake, and a good gossip at the Waitrose cafe. I got there a bit early, so did some shopping in town first, and got caught in an absolute downpour. I got soaked! But when I then went into Waitrose to do a quick shop before meeting up with my friend, I found that they had been very badly hit by the downpour. There was water absolutely pouring in through the ceiling in places – and I’m not exaggerating, it looked as though the ceiling panels were going to collapse! Several tills were completely out of action, with tarpaulins hastily thrown over them to protect them from the worst of the water. Some of the shop staff were up ladders trying to remove the worst-affected ceiling tiles, whilst a small army of staff was mopping up the sodden floor.

It turns out that some vandals had nicked the lead off the roof, probably towards the end of last week, leaving it substantially less than water-tight. And the sudden downpour did the rest. I find it incredible that louts are able to get away with such blatant theft right in the middle of town. The shop staff coped with it all very well, and kept the shop open and functioning while they dealt with it and made it safe, but the manager’s face looked like absolute thunder. And hardly surprising!

Not totally convinced…..

Well, the porch is definitely better than it was, but I’m not totally convinced it’s fixed. There was a definite dubious damp patch on Friday morning after the overnight rain. Trouble is, I’ve not actually been around to catch it dripping, so it’s hard to be positive about where the leak is occurring. I think it’s probably mild enough that I can leave it until next week, when the builders are due back (yet again!), this time to repoint the chimney. I’m getting fed up with this!

In the meantime, my usual decorator Rob will spend this week painting the porch woodwork and kitchen window, and covering up the damp patch on my kitchen ceiling. He’s brought the work forward (it was meant to be next month which would have least spread the cost out a bit) because the job he was meant to do this week has been postponed due to illness, and he wants to get the outside jobs done as soon as possible before winter sets in. I hope the weather holds for him, but the forecast isn’t looking too good!

Communicating with Post-It Notes

I know it’s a bit precious of me to be complaining about a leaking porch roof when there are people elsewhere in the country being flooded out of their homes by the first major storm of this autumn. But on the other hand I did try to pre-empt the issue by paying rather a lot of money to get the porch fixed over the summer, so I was not best pleased to find it looking like a paddling pool yesterday morning.

I was straight on the phone to the builders about getting it fixed, and they agreed to come out today to have another go at sealing the glass roof against the lead work. I left a row of Post-It Notes stuck to the woodwork saying “It’s leaking from here”, “And here”, “And here”. I got home from work this afternoon to find the Post-Its removed and the porch stinking of sealant, so they’ve clearly been and done something. Whether it’s actually fixed the problem or not, I won’t find out until the next downpour……..

It’s pouring with rain….

…..and my porch roof is still leaking. I’m going to have to phone the builders tomorrow morning and get them to have yet another go at fixing it. Not happy……..

Hidden Londinium

The bid has now been submitted to the customer, and I’ve had a badly-needed breathing space before we get on contract and the fun and games really start. So I took advantage of the lull in activity to visit my parents for a long weekend. On Monday my father and I spent a day on a guided walk around the remains of Roman London. That may not be everybody’s idea of some father-daughter quality time, but we both enjoyed ourselves.

The walk was organised by my favourite holiday company, Andante Travels. They run very good holidays with a strong archaeological  theme, led by practising archaeologists, and Christopher and I really used to enjoy them. Andante have been unable to run much of their traditional programme of archaeological trips to North Africa / Middle East for the past two years, because of the Arab Spring / unrest in Tunisia / Morocco / Algeria / Libya / Egypt / Syria / etc. So they needed to find something else to keep both the holiday-makers and their small army of academic experts engaged until it’s viable to return to some currently dodgy parts of the world. They hit on “Study Days”, one day in-depth introductions to specific topics, based all over the UK, using leading experts to explain topics to small groups of non-expert but interested guests. And they have the significant advantages that, being only a single day in duration, they’re easier to fit into a busy diary than a full week’s holiday, and they’re dramatically cheaper.

My father and I went on the Study Day on Roman London, co-hosted by the former curator (and indeed original creator) of the Roman gallery at the Museum of London, and a now-retired academic who started out as the research assistant to the Prof who originally excavated much of what has been found of Roman city of Londinium. So between them they knew a huge amount about the subject and indeed had participated in most of the significant recent archaeological “rescue digs” which happen each time part of the City of London is redeveloped.

We met our guide lecturers at 10am just outside the Museum of London in the Barbican, and spent the rest of the morning being taken around the Roman gallery, and having all the main exhibits explained to us, with interesting details about how they were found and what the significance was. The lecturers were both at pains to point out that they were retired now, and most definitely not responsible for the current state of the the gallery. What they were both so animated about was the museum’s contribution to the 2012 Cultural Olympiad, whereby school children had been invited to “interpret” the Roman displays by adding modern objects to the historical items in the display case. So a display about Roman legionaries was augmented by a policeman’s helmet; a fascinating recreation of a Roman kitchen had a microwave oven in the corner; and a mock-up of a Roman living room included not only a historically-accurate wooden table and oil-lamp, but also a table and electric lamp that looked suspiciously like they came from Ikea! The ex-curator almost had an out-of-body experience when she saw that – the unspoken term “over my dead body” was hovering clearly in the air! The eight of us on the Study Day were all well able to excise such supernumerary additions from our interpretations of the exhibits, but I did wonder what the gaggle of 20+ six-year olds who were there on a school trip at the same time as us made of it all. I suspect that there are some very confused school children convinced that the Romans used microwaves to heat up convenience food!  One of the displays I found interesting was of some very well preserved leather women’s underpants, which looked very like today’s bikini bottoms. One of them was pierced with lots of little holes, and would originally have been lined with a contrasting coloured fabric. I was just pleased that nobody had added a pair of M&S frilly knickers to the display case!

After a group lunch in a restaurant adjacent to the museum, we spent the afternoon walking across the City of London, looking at the physical in-situ remains of Roman Londinium. There are a surprising number of them, though they are mostly hidden away, poorly advertised, or not generally open to the public. It’s not like Rome, where the Colosseum still stands to nearly its full height, and there are temples standing all over the historic centre. But if you know where to look, and have a guide with a key to some normally-locked doors, there are some really interesting gems. My father took some pictures of them. He’s given me permission to use them, subject to the caveat that they’re only snaps, and the lighting was too poor to get really sharp photos of the ruins in the various basements, but they give a good impression of what we saw.

The Roman fort underneath a multi-storey car-park

Behind a locked door in the basement underneath a multi-storey car-park near the Barbican, was part of the original Roman military fort of Londinium. The West Gate of the fort was clearly visible, next to what looked like a child’s paddling pool to catch the drips from the leak in the ceiling!  You can see from the snap how dingy the room is. Someone has made a bit of an effort to put an explanation panel up, but it can’t get very many visitors as it is only open to the public for a  few days per year (unless you happen to negotiate special access, as Andante did)

The amphitheatre underneath the Guildhall

Another view of the amphitheatre in the basement of the Guildhall art gallery

Next we went to the Guildhall, the “power centre” of the City of London Corporation. There is a modern Art Gallery attached to the Guildhall, and in the basement of the gallery are the remains of the Roman amphitheatre. Admittedly, it’s nowhere near as impressive as the Colosseum in Rome, but the City of London Corporation has made a good effort to display it effectively so that you can get an impression of what it would once have looked like. The glass panels in the floor cover the original wooden drains from the 2nd century AD, which have been beautifully preserved in the boggy London subsoil.  One of our tour leaders had been involved in the dig, and it was explained that all of the archaeologists had been very confused when they found what was clearly a curving wall. It was our lecturer who originally had the idea that it could be the long-lost amphitheatre. I think the City of London Corporation must have given a big sigh when it was confirmed that was indeed what it was, as it meant that it had to be preserved and displayed in situ. They had wanted to use the basement area for some much-need storage. So what they ended up doing was underpinning the Roman remains on a raft of concrete, then digging below them for another two storeys to provide themselves with two floors-worth of basement space. It cost them another £1M on top of the original budget for the art gallery.

A Roman town-house and bath-suite underneath an office block

Then we walked further through the City of London to a totally anonymous and rather ugly office block in Billingsgate. We were let in through a locked door and descended down to the basement, which was very rough and ready, with breize-blocks, bare brick-work and concrete columns. Some very dodgy-looking scaffolding stretched out to provide a viewing platform over one wing of a Roman town-house, with underfloor hypocaust heating (foreground), towards a small private bath-suite, with an unheated cold room (background left, made of bricks with a big diagonal crack running through it), and a heated hot room and warm room (background right, the furnace for the hot room is just to the left of the big concrete pillar which is holding up the office block). The house was originally on the river-front (though it is now several streets back from the current position of the Thames) and may have been a guest house or inn with private baths for people arriving in Londinium by boat. This site is only open to the public for a very few days each year, and really is in a pretty poor state – the basement smells damp, even I had to mind my head as the beams were so low (and I’m pretty short), and the scaffolding really does few favours to the archaeology. But it was a really lovely bath-house, and it’s such a shame that it’s not more accessible.

Who would have thought that there were such treasures hidden under the city of London?! I thought I knew a lot about Roman Britain, but it was all new to me, and it was an absolutely fascinating day to learn about it from two real experts.