Wednesday, 27 July 2016

Life has been fairly chaotic and hectic in the Mellish household. Last year we did a revamp of our kitchen including knocking down a wall so that the kitchen leads into the dining room. That is something we weren't going to do, but we did!Inline image
This year we decided to embark on a revamp of the bedrooms, we ended up living in the loft bedroom along with 8 clothes rails and numerous boxes with all our clothes in. We had work done to all three bedrooms on the first floor so all the wardrobes had to be emptied. It was a good excuse for a good clear out. That work is done, we now have the decorators in who are finishing off the hall stairs and landings as I type. We had to change decorators mid flow as the one who did the kitchen and the bedrooms could not give us an acceptable date for doing the stairs and landings. This delayed things and the one we have is dearer - but they are doing a much better job. We didn't want cheap we wanted a job that will "see us out" and this one will. So for the past couple of months we have been sharing the house with assorted tradesmen - but the end is in sight!
Last weekend we celebrated our Sapphire Wedding (45 years). The day was last Sunday and we renewed our vows at Mass.
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All the children (and grandchild) were there which made it rather special. After the Mass we went out for a family meal with two very close friends - Veronica who we have known for some 38 years, Julia met her at toddler group when David was two. She was also scout leader and was in charge of the party when they went to Uganda in 1999. Her husband Paddy died a couple of years ago and I conducted his funeral service.  Mike the other friend has been divorced for some 20 or so years. We helped him during and after the process and he has spent many Christmas and Easter holidays with us, so he is considered part of the family. The meal was great, it felt as if we were trying to drink a bottle of wine for each year of marriage - I think we managed 12 or 13 in the end!
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Then it was back to our place for chat and coffee!

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Saturday, 23 July 2016

Wedding Anniversary

Tomorrow, Sunday 24 July we will have been married for 45 years. The family are gathering for the celebration. Lawrie, Emma and Henry have just arrievd. Helena and Sam are en-route. They had some car issues which delayed them setting off. I just hope that they have no further problems or hit too much traffic.

Hot Weather

Trapped in a never ending cycle. It's hot, I have a cold cider and then fall asleep. Lady M wakes me as I am snoring. I am hot so I have another cider and then fall asleep. Lady M wakes me .............!

Wednesday, 1 June 2016

Then and Now

May 2013: Lord Sugar attacks the EU, says Brussels is an obstacle to his companies’ success:

“When I started my business years ago, to take on the first person, the second, the third, was bad enough – but now we have a further obstacle to worry about: the political correctness of things, the claims culture, and the health and safety. It’s no wonder some small businesses say it is too onerous and they won’t hire anyone. I blame the fact that we are part of Europe. I blame the fact that the Government doesn’t have the guts to say to Brussels: I don’t like it, we should start taking control of our own safety and health regulations and our own claims culture. I’ve been told we can’t because we are in Europe. I say, enough is enough! We are Britain; we were once a great industrial nation and now you’ve turned us into a nation of ambulance chasers and moaners and wastrels.”

25 May 2016: Lord Sugar appointed government’s new business tsar.

31 May 2016: Lord Sugar lovebombs the EU, says Brussels is responsible for his companies’ success:

“I’ve been in business for 50 years. I’ve seen some pretty daft ideas in my time. And I’ll tell you one of them: Britain leaving the EU… When we entered the EU, it was a breath of fresh air for me. It opened up a massive market. I was free to sell to and buy from who I wanted and where I wanted. Honestly, that’s how my companies prospered… So, for the sake of Britain, I hope you trust me and my instincts, and, on June 23rd, vote to remain.”

Saturday, 21 May 2016

Brexit and the Cost of Housing

A non-influential think tank (on a good day that is) the Barrington Omniscient Lackadaisical Laboratory Of Claptrap Kick-ass Stuff has reported that leaving the EU will result in an overnight doubling, possible trebling of house prices for existing house owners. Whilst those wishing to purchase houses will have easy access to unlimited funds to purchase said properties thus solving the current housing crisis.
The detailed research (looking through the bottom of empty pint glasses) is not available to mere mortals. This methodology is radically different to that used by the Chancellor Of the Exchequer - he uses bottles of Chablis when doing his sums - but the results are equally valid (note that he is predicting an 18% fall in value when we leave).
Whether we will notice any of this as we are busy fighting World War 3, plagues of frogs and other stuff is anyone's guess. Still as Lord Barrington reportedly said, "Everyone is coming up with stupid predictions and forecasts so I thought that I should join in. My rubbish is as good as the next man's and that includes the current Prime Minister".
Make of it what you will, but remember you read it hear first folks!

Friday, 13 May 2016

RCET - Fifty Year on Reunion

Did you study engineering at Rugby College of Engineering Technology (RCET), which became Lanchester Polytechnic and is now East Coventry University between 1966 -70? We are organising a "Fifty Year On" Reunion. Please contact me if you were there then.

Wednesday, 11 May 2016

Why Play Rugby?

Copied from Rugby Old Bloke's Blog

A Poem for old rugby players………..
When the battle scars have faded
And the truth becomes a lie
And the weekend smell of liniment
Could almost make you cry.

When the last rucks well behind you
And the man that ran now walks
It doesn’t matter who you are
The mirror sometimes talks

Have a good hard look old son!
The melons not that great
The snoz that takes a sharp turn sideways
Used to be dead straight

You’re an advert for arthritis
You’re a thoroughbred gone lame
Then you ask yourself the question
Why the hell you played the game?

Was there logic in the head knocks?
In the corks and in the cuts?
Did common sense get pushed aside?
By manliness and guts?

Do you sometimes sit and wonder
Why your time would often pass
In a tangled mess of bodies
With your head up someone’s……?

With a thumb hooked up your nostril
Scratching gently on your brain
And an overgrown Neanderthal
Rejoicing in your pain!

Mate – you must recall the jersey
That was shredded into rags
Then the soothing sting of Dettol
On a back engraved with tags!

It’s almost worth admitting
Though with some degree of shame
That your wife was right in asking
Why the hell you played the game?

Why you’d always rock home legless
Like a cow on roller skates
After drinking at the clubhouse
With your low down drunken mates

Then you’d wake up – check your wallet
Not a solitary coin
Drink Berocca by the bucket
Throw an ice pack on your groin

Copping Sunday morning sermons
About boozers being losers
While you limped like Quasimodo
With a half a thousand bruises!

Yes – an urge to hug the porcelain
And curse Sambuca’s name
Would always pose the question
Why the hell you played the game!

And yet with every wound re-opened
As you grimly reminisce it
Comes the most compelling feeling yet
God, you bloody miss it!

From the first time that you laced a boot
And tightened every stud
That virus known as rugby
Has been living in your blood

When you dreamt it when you played it
All the rest took second fiddle
Now you’re standing on the sideline
But your hearts still in the middle

And no matter where you travel
You can take it as expected
There will always be a breed of people
Hopelessly infected

If there’s a teammate, then you’ll find him
Like a gravitating force
With a common understanding
And a beer or three, of course

And as you stand there telling lies
Like it was yesterday old friend
You’ll know that if you had the chance
You’d do it all again

You see – that’s the thing with rugby
It will always be the same
And that, I guarantee
Is why the hell you played the game!

It has been credited to Briton Ferry RFC (the rugby one not the Light Brigade, obviously) on the internet but I don’t know if that is true.