During the Italian holiday Mike had been so aggressive towards Chris that I am surprised that he chose to visit us in Liverpool. He is about to announce a change of career and perhaps me being at university has some bearing on his decision. I can remember little about his visit except for the manure spreading.
Dad couldn’t abide people who weren’t cheerful and found Auntie Sylvia a challenge. Sometimes he got out his bike and said ’I think I’ll pop up to Sylvia’s to cheer her up a bit.’ She once told my mother that she dreaded opening her front door and finding dad there with his cheery smile, she said it filled her with rage. Sometime his first words were,’ Hello Sylvia, I’ve come to cheer you up.’
Dad’s reference to the’ old chap nearby’ refers to one of my allotment neighbours who had cancer. My plot was sandwiched between Tom and Bill’s plots. They were ancient and very competitive. Both gave me advice, always adding that I should ignore Tom/ Bill’s advice as to how to grow the best leeks etc, each claiming that theirs had won first prize at the yearly allotment show.
Well love! It’ll hae ta be a little un this week. Chris’ll be able to tell you all of importance this weekend.
We’ve had a succession of calls since I knocked off at dinnertime. Chris hustled in for a quick lunch and bath . Then Uncle Jim called to see if Chris would like to go to a musical at Hinckley Concordia Theatre next Saturday. Chris coming down looking very spruce and smart for his visit to his sister, almost missed the bus and Uncle Jim had to rush him off in his car to make it. They’ve no sooner gone than in walks Auntie Sylvia with her trials and tribulations though that’s perhaps being unkind.
Well now, we hope you all enjoy a happy get together. No doubt Chris will be keen to cast an expertise eye on your allotment, but after this week’s hard frosts it is questionable if you will be able to make much headway on the by now iron hard ground. I’d just love to pop in and see the plot and the work you’ve put into it. From what you say you must have stuck at it with right good will. That you’ll be rewarded for all your effort there is no doubt and besides this is the added exhilaration which comes from the mind/ body exercise-it’s a grand feeling which stays. And you tell me where can one get better freshness which comes from growing ones own stuff. Wrestling with nature one never ceases to learn and it goes such a long way to relieve the mundane tedium of everyday life too. And all this within the aegis of Liverpool 8-I’d never have believed it possible, with two and a half ton of much thrown in into the bargain. Round here that alone would set us back all of £6 –you should raise some prime products.
Sorry to hear about the old chap nearby. That is indeed a tragic story and bourn very heroically. Anyway, your affinity has brought pleasure to him and that’s what counts. There’s little else to tell really. Its been a reet hard cold week-‘ When Tom bears logs into the hall and Dick the shepherd blows his nail and milk comes frozen from the pail.’ That’s winter 16th Century. So I rose to the occasion and have been busy sawing wood.-brought from work –another perk.. There’s another pile waiting for me tomorrow. And now, there’s Chris. Must be nearing Lime St by now to give you all there is to tell. Hope you have a happy time with your brother-wonder if he’ll pull in a ring on one of the city’s many churches. Love as always and safe –keeping. Dad