Thursday, August 7, 2014

cash till lady no.4

Another week of absurdity of grass cutting whilst monitoring a thunderstorm that circulates above. Racing along each strip  which is still saturated from the previous thunderstorm and deluge of rain. Reminders of long ago childhood wet summer holiday trips to North Wales, the weather is a predominant conversation topic with guests at the moment. Inaccurate Internet forecasts are not helping, much better to just look out of the window and hope for the best. 
Our favourite cash till lady at the local supermarket is always a source of entertainment to brighten up any day though. Her dour almost zombie-like face to welcome your arrival at cash till number four. The coop supermarket has this interesting number system on the trolleys where you have to tell the cashier what number your trolley is before any products and food are passed through the scanner. We've never been sure whether trolleys obtain points for this and when it is the end of the week the trolley with the most points has some time off the following week! That might explain why there is such a random selection of numbers on the trolleys of between 1 and 106 and that some trolleys don't come back from their weeks off. Anyway back to the lady on cash till number 4. On our last occasion there we had paid up, had the receipt thrown at us as usual along with change scattered everywhere (never expect change into the palm of your hand even if it is in front of their face, no skin contact please..). We noticed that a bakery product in a green sticker bag (half price tag) had mistakenly (or intentionally) been priced at full value on our receipt. Back into the store and cash till number 4 to get some change back, but what a fuss! She wasn't prepared to offer anything back as I had already had a bite from a half price bakery cake. And it will show up on the cashier's record as a mistake. But her face didn't change, as she pressed some coded buttons on the till. Without uttering a word or apology, outstanding amount of change once again thrown just within our reach, we were cast aside as the next customer's weekly shop began being passed through the scanner once more. Welcome to cash till number 4 lady at Coop.   

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Mouths to feed

Eating a delicious sheep cheese sandwich (thank you Camping Lazy...) and thinking that a blog entry hasn't been written for ages! But with new arrivals coming to stay every week here we are being kept very occupied. 
And that's not just guests. Mici has brought her kindle of kittens (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_collective_nouns_in_English) home from the woodlands under the collective stare of our dogs. For our younger guests at the cottage it is another source of entertainment. 
More hungry mouths to feed (the kittens that is) could have put more of a strain on our shopping bill but we are learning to become more inventive as to what to feed our pets in a cost efficient way. Plus there more scraps from the plates of us humans here, nothing gets wasted we like to think. 
So it's back in the garden this week after a couple of months of neglect in the sleeping vegetable patch. Jungle-height weeds aplenty to be pulled out and left to rot down or burn't in the Autumn. Unfortunately a self-hidden hosepipe got stabbed the other day from a stray swing with the garden fork, extending the list of repair jobs. Another of these is our dripping tap in the kitchen which is getting on my nerves. Like a clock ticking away as the drops fall onto an unwashed plate. But it serves to remind me to stay busy and not to stray into arguments on facebook trivia whilst writing a blog entry!  

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

mixing colours

With manly chainsaws still buzzing in the woodlands I'm left to finish off a dark shade of pink paint in our vintage trailer. The 10 metre stack of wood, which has been outside our gate since last Autumn, is a constant reminder that I still have to fire the Stihl engine to clear ours before the meadow grass completely camouflages it.
But trailer painting is the current occupation, with all shades of the spectrum mixed and constantly debated on what combines with what. And now that we have a near completion on the inside, the time is right to finally display rustic bits and pieces that we have collected and have been gathering dust in our outbuilding since we first moved here. A huge task to pull everything out and everytime we do so it looks like the day when we first arrived here with stuff sprayed out on the grass in front of our gate. 
Rain has now gone away and the sun has risen the summer temperature to what we are used to. Predictably the mower decides to splutter instead of run as soon as the grass feels dry. Fortunately only a spark plug issue again, but they should be lasting longer than this?! A day of cutting awaits before attacking the jungle surrounding half the vegetable garden. Then a long June evening to be spent painting the exterior of the trailer, paint colour still to be confimed!
  

Friday, May 16, 2014

Grass, rain, sun, grass, rain, sun...

Market time once again. Despite hands in pockets, trade is brisk with farming animals up for grabs from the boots of cars. Bewildered rabbits, sheep, chickens, ducklings, pigs and goats are on display for the innocent onlooker to be persuaded by what they see in their eyes, "take me".
But once again, like last year, we are not yet swayed to purchase any to increase the Havran Cottage animal community. 
At least not until next year, particularly now that we have a grandmother cat and two new kittens and mother residing in the old hen house. Where would the chickens go?
After the rain and sun the grass grows rapidly once again but as the mower bruises through each blade more popping and heavy heaving engine noise can be heard until it wants to and finally give up. Having no engineering or repair skills this is a worry. Petrol and oil tanks have some left in, no problem there. Then I remember about the spark plug on the front, maybe that's it. I need to take it out to be able to go to a shop in the town to purchase a new one. New problem, no spanner to fit to take it out with. Our neighbour should have one, he has every tool, nevermind that they are all from a different generation ago. Unfortunately when he sees my mower he is very disappointed. Disappointed at me that is, for he knows how to look after his machinery. Because when a light stops working on his kettle he knows how to make it light up again. 
I am in envy but slightly embarrassed at my lack of knowledge. He cleans out two years of gunk in the air filter and sandpapers the spark plug after instantly having the right size spanner head to release it. I am hoping he won't turn the mower over to see how blunt the blades are. Too late, he knows I would not have sharpened them. More ammunition for him to growl and raise the blood vessels on his face. 
I was actually right about the spark plug, that was the issue with it not working. But I do know a little more about looking after a lawn mower now and should be able to cut effortlessly next week when all the good weather finally arrives. Or maybe we should have bought some sheep at the market instead.

Saturday, May 3, 2014

Bedroom blues

As an old school style photographer I never really learn't photoshop. Nor was I ever an artist in the painting sense. But even any miserable attempt was needed to provide an impression of how the interior of the trailer bedroom was going to look. Lurid colours spilled out onto the computer screen, maybe we should keep to a safe magnolia colour! Fortunately Jana has a better eye for detail and could see the potential beyond my child's artwork and rest assured I felt better. In fact I am quite excited to get painting again on it, not least because we have to get it finished before the summer rolls in with more hosting of guests. At the moment the desired paint pots are on a waiting list in the local paint and perfume drug store (a really traditional shop for all the family!). Brushstroke splashes have been put on hold until next week's shop delivery. But the promise of warm weather to come which will only aide the paints drying time, the sketchy coloured impression we currently have will hopefully become a reality, but a more subtle reality!

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

weekling

A week can last a long time, in Havran I swear it lasts longer. 
Sleepily I write amongst the overnight herd at Stansted Airport awaiting FR2314's early morning departure back to my other civilisation. Switching languages in my head (hahaha, not as if my Slovak ear is anywhere near proficient and my learning worded textbooks remained closed once again on a journey; I need kicking!), preparing my return. Bag packed with another back-dated country living magazine to provide some fantasy for the cottage and another retro board game, not that we get bored. 
Can't wait to be back, back into the escapism with no frills. The dogs get confused the first few days when I am away, the cats less so. But me more so as I recognise less and less from the country I used to live in. That's not necessarily a negative thing, just it reflects on how long a week can last.    

Friday, April 11, 2014

Rocking

The full blooming trees spookily glisten under the moonlit cool and clear night sky. Over on the hillside above Havran Cottage a wheelbarrow squeaks along the bumpy surface with a bucket full of mid-size stones which will eventually complete a drainage path surface. It may look like further criminal damage to our local landscape but clearing the rocks from the surrounding fields can only help the farmer when he comes to cut the meadow grass in the summer. And all the secrecy with our night fall trips? Neighbours like to gossip and gossip they would do if they see us searching for stones. "Mad englishman, surely he could buy a load".
But our criminal adventure must continue. The price of stone is high and our area is awash with them. We must continue with our quiet evening trips.