We planned that Liz and I would drive to Jenny’s and we would all (Albert too) have tea and warmed home-made mince pies, socially distanced on Jenny’s driveway. It didn’t matter if we had to socially distance at 20 metres, I wanted to deliver as many presents as possible. Last year, I parcelled up her Christmas present this year I decided I would hand-deliver it, whatever the state of COVID was.
#Tema towel tv#
Updates on the state of each of our gardens, births, marriages and deaths, books read, binge-watched TV and a bit more gossip. Those regular Zoom meetings have been a life-saver, somewhere to discuss BJ’s handling of anything and everything, which involves a lot of swearing, and what has happened to the Labour Party. We could have done that since March!!!!!!!!!! Great idea” And so we started, once a fortnight for about 90 minutes, until the need to go to the toilet got the better of us and overrode the desire for a chat. “Do you want to meet on Zoom? We could talk properly” During Lockdown Number 1, we exchanged texts, just to check on how we both were, talking about the possibility of meeting up but really knowing that wasn’t going to be possible.Ģ5 September 2020 was the Big Day when Jenny sent me a WhatAapp message: Better by February 2020, that was her late birthday present and our last lunch together. At the end of 2019, Jenny got shingles which meant we missed a ‘meet-up’ and a time for me to give her a birthday present. But we did share interests in political matters, home-made jam, holidays, Aberdeen and loose leaf tea, sprinkled with gossip. No, that’s not true, Jenny wasn’t a fan of tea towels but I could forgive that. There wasn’t anything off the agenda for discussion. Prior to COVID, we used to meet up for lunch once a month one month in Oakham, one month in Leicester. Long history, working with disabled people, service deliverer and now we were both retired. She managed a similar organisation to mine. Jenny had been a friend of mine for many years, through work. “Shame to go to all this trouble and then have to ask to use the toilet”, mumbling as I loaded the car with bags of presents. “I’d already thought of that” Liz replied “Better go to the toilet before we leave” I said So, thank you, Aunt Catherine, for a great set of tea towels. They are the sort of tea towels that make me want to wipe up, and remember the stories attached to them. These are a really ‘fun’ pair of tea towels, joyful and Christmassy, with some great sketches of dogs with antlers, with decorations, on sleds and playing with friends. While the red one is the same size, the vibrant colour takes away from its size and shape. They may be a John lewis ‘special’ but they are an unusual shape, slightly wider than most of my others, giving it an almost square look. Nice bit of information for Aunt Catherine. My friend Beth in California says they like tea towels with just a pattern at the bottom so they can hang them over the handle on the cooker-door and be able to see the whole pattern. “You said you were disappointed because there was too much white. On behalf of Isabella, I thought I ought to address Catherine’s comments on the white tea towel.
I’m privileged that Catherine has taken up this new ‘hobby’, being drawn to the Cookery Departments, because she has no intrinsic interest in tea towels, therefore I’m often the recipient of her ‘finds’. And I don’t care what the cat thinks, I really like them. So stuff the cat, these tea towels are going into my Collection. Why is she writing to the cat? Why does she think the cat does the wiping up? AND why does she think the tea towels belong to the cat? Now it’s me that’s bonkers, finding myself writing a Blog about all this! This, however, was not a Christmas present because it was not wrapped in Christmas paper, and both Isabella and I already have a present under the tree from Aunt Catherine. Well I couldn’t walk past, could I? So Wendy and I chose these two. I was in John Lewis Cookery Department and I was drawn to the tea towel and apron stand. I was a bit disappointed, one has too much white in it but I really liked the red one. An unexpected Jiffy bag, with accompanying letter, arrived a few days ago, from my Aunt Catherine:
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