Not The Best Shopping Trip!
I tried to do a bit of personal shopping today. I need a couple of pairs of decent cord trousers and I want to get one of thse new-fangled tablet computers to see if I can blog on the move.
The only pair of trousers I tried on, were a pair in Armani with a button fly. And I hate button flies!
I’m also still no nearer to finding a tablet computer for my requirements.
In the end, I gave up and had a coffee and a snack in Carluccio’s before buying my supper in Marks and Spencer and coming home.
Charming Deliveries And Servicemen To Arrive!
I was expecting my new bath to arrive this lunchtime, so I decided to have my lunch early so I wouldn’t be busy when they came. They arrived early just as I was finishing my food and drinking my coffee.
It never fails, when you are expecting a delivery or a serviceman. Putting the kettle on always brings about the arrival. Perhaps they have an extremely good sense of smell and could retrain some as sniffer people for drugs or bombs.
A Dead Coffee Table
This table looked all sad and forlorn on its back in the City.
A Dead Coffee Table
Hopefully, it’s been disposed of humanely.
Coffee And Pretzels At Clapham Junction
Not for me the pretzels, but the coffee was good in my pit-stop at Knot Pretzels at Clapham Junction station.
I do love their innovative use of an old trunk for the sugar and stirrers.
Odd Links In My Family Tree
With all the fuss about gay marriage, it is worth noting who you could marry was different in the past.
One of my ancestors in about 1850 was the progeny of one pair of marriages, where two brothers married two sisters. I’m not sure who, but one of the brothers and one of the sisters, who weren’t married to each other, died, leaving the two surviving parents with several children. They obviously lived together, as the union produced some more brothers and sisters.
But the law at the time, said that marriage was not allowed.
Today, in this rare situation, there would be no problem if the two parents wanted to marry, as the law has changed.
I think that the current position is sensible, but I doubt there have been many cases, where someone has married their sibling’s widow.
Leviticus incidentally has a view.
If a man takes his brother’s wife, it is impurity. He has uncovered his brother’s nakedness; they shall be childless.
That certainly didn’t occur in my ancestor’s case, as there were at least two more children. Genetically, of course, they shared a lot of genes, but they would have been no more inbred than the original children.
There is also the case of two of my mother’s brothers, who married first cousins.
Now that still happens! Although for genetic reasons, I don’t think it is a good idea. It would also be impossible for me, as I have no female first cousins and only ever had one. There is a good discussion on Wikipedia.
Last night, there was a very heated debate on gay marriage on BBC Radio 5. So for those who say it is against the Bible, I say that for reasons of common human decency, the law can and should be changed, just as it was to help those like my Victorian ancestors.
I’m very much with David Cameron’s view, that everybody has the right to a long, happy and fulfilling marriage. I certainly enjoyed my marriage for nearly forty years until my wife died.
Widowhood is not the best of circumstances.
I Want Another Of These!
This is my most commonly used kitchen implement.
It’s probably a war-time tablespoon, but it’s just the right size and balance for every job.
Another would be lovely, but I wouldn’t mind more!
How To Rip Off Amazon?
With all the fuss about the tax Amazon doesn’t pay I like this advert.
How To Rip Off Amazon?
It’s boldly displayed in Angel station.
Rekindle is defined in a dictionary as to arouse or cause to be aroused again.
Rehearsals At Queens Road Peckham
I took these pictures as a London Overground train did a touch-and-go at Queens Road Peckham station.
On Sunday, they’ll be doing it for real!
But what a lovely day despite it being so cold!
Checking For German Bombs
The web site called Bomb Sight has just been launched.
Now you can check where German bombs landed near you in the Blitz.
I often wondered if my house sat on a bomb site, but I checked the physical form of the atlas a few weeks ago in the excellent Hackney Records Office. It wasn’t a bomb. If you’re anywhere near the CLR James Library by Dalston Junction station, it’s much quicker to look at the book, rather than try to find the area on the website.
The Anonymous Widower 