Today’s guest picture is a recent visitor to my daughter’s garden in London. After considerable research, we haven’t made up our mind what it is. Any guidance would be welcomed.
Blog readers may well be pining for a little sunshine in our life as much as we are, as the present run of dull weather is making for some pretty dull posts. Today was no different, grey and cold.
The morning was at least dry but as I had to go to the Archive Centre after a very early breakfast to await the arrival of a meter reader, I couldn’t make any use of it. I did get a week and a bit of the newspaper into the database while I was waiting but it was a long two and a half hours before he came.
The meter reader saga is a parable of modern life and customer service. The power company which provides our single-roomed premises with a little light and heat, sent us a bill suggesting that we owed them £1000. I rang them and protested mildly that this was a bit much and gave them some meter readings. They agreed that their bill looked excessive and said that they would send me a new bill. They didn’t send me a bill, they sent a meter reader instead.
He was a very nice man and read the meter and came up with pretty well the same figures that I had already given the company. I asked him if he could talk to them about our bill but it turns out that he has been outsourced and doesn’t work for the power company at all. He will send the readings to his head office and they will send them to the power company and they won’t add up once again.
I asked if the company could perhaps send someone to make sense of all this and he told me that they don’t have anyone to send and that if anyone came, it would be him again. There is quite a big dent in the Archive Centre wall now.
By the time that I got home, Mrs Tootlepedal had disappeared to Carlisle to help sort out the music for our Carlisle choir which restarts this Sunday. They are very well organised and we don’t waste any time at practices.
I looked out of the window into the gloom to see if I could see any birds.
There were a few about but several appearances from the sparrow hawk didn’t help, even though it didn’t catch anything (or pose for pictures).
It was a day for catching perching birds looking quizzical.
There was no sign of the famous parcel and a look at the tracking website revealed an entry saying: ‘Exception – check address’. Since they had put it in a van 100 miles away, that seemed like a good plan. It is now back in the depot where it had been before they sent it to the depot from which it wasn’t delivered.
I thought about a walk in the afternoon but it had started raining by this time.
My elder son sent me a message to say that the liquidators of a firm for which he had done quite a lot of work and for which he wasn’t paid had told him that there would be no money for any of the creditors. Since the owner of the firm has a nice place in Spain and is still running two other very visible businesses in the town, this makes one think that the limited company may not be an undiluted good idea.
The last act of the day improved things considerably though, as we went off to the Buccleuch Centre to see another of the ‘live’ shows from a London theatre. This one was ‘The Winter’s Tale’ by that promising young playwright W. Shakespeare starring Kenneth Branagh.
I last saw this about 50 years ago in a production by Frank Dunlop at the Edinburgh Festival in 1966. I enjoyed that performance so much that I was a bit worried about whether I would appreciate another take on the play.
I need not have worried as the play is well able to stand up to a viewing every 50 years or so and we both thoroughly enjoyed the show. It was heart rending though to find that they are so poor in London that they can’t afford proper lighting and the whole thing took place in semi darkness.
It was just about as moody as the Hamlet we saw not long ago and I suppose that the directors feel that we are so lacking in imagination that we might not realise that the play is a tragedy unless they play it in utter gloom.
Still, it brightened up the day a lot.
Flying birds were hard to come by again.