Month: May 2020

Getting back to normal

Or for whatever counts as normal, round here.

This morning, me and seven others, jumped onto our motorcycles and took a very enjoyable ride out through Hitchin, Letchworth and Baldock, and then cross-country through Buntingford and then a blast up the A10 to Royston, where we stopped at our regular biker’s café for a slap-up cooked breakfast.

Of course, the café was closed, so we had to settle for whatever we had taken with us – in my case, a bottle of water and a bar of peanut brittle. Not as good as two sausages, egg, beans, mushroom and toast all washed down with two cups of splosh, but it had to do.

We all sat at different benches outside the café and shouted to each other, which felt rather stupid.

But the actual ride was brilliant fun, and it felt great to get back on two wheels.

And on Friday night, we had our first McDonalds for two months. The kids were ecstatic!  As I tucked into my Big Mac, I realised it was something I hadn’t missed at all.

So, a couple of small steps back toward normality.

But it does annoy me, that the government have said we can now meet one person outside of our family… but they haven’t yet told us who it is.

Flying like an eagle… Eddie the eagle

With all this Stay At Home malarky going on, the gardens at Masher Towers are looking splendiferous, for a change. The current Mrs Masher and I are not ones for gardening, but hey, what else are you gonna do? To be fair, it’s Mrs M who has done most of it; I’ve just got involved out of a sense of guilt.

Our garden waste bin is full-to-bursting and weighs a ton (maybe). That’s not helped by the council stopping the garden waste  collections during this time of the plague. And the glass bottle crate is also full-to-bursting, for the same reason.  The two things that many people can legitimately do during lockdown – gardening and drinking – and the council won’t take it away! Oh well.

It’s not just the garden that looks the best it has in twenty years, but the garage has also been tidied, to the point where I can now walk from one end to the other, without tripping on something.  And, during that big tidy up, I found our old Nintendo Wii Fit.  Mrs M told me to throw it out, years ago, as it wasn’t being used anymore. But, you know me: I don’t throw anything away if it’s not broken.

As such, there has been a resurgence of running,  stretching, balancing and ski-jumping in the Masher household.

Add that to the World Swingball & Badminton Championships that are happening in the garden this weekend, and it’s looking to be a great Summer of Sport!

I was especially pleased to see that the Ski Jump record of 398 meters, that I set in 2016, has been retained in the Wii memory. It still stands, even now, despite many valient attempts by the rest of the family, to oust me from the top spot.

Of course, being as modest as I am, I hardly ever mention it to them.

Buzby Nostalgia

Yesterday – May the wunth – was my birthday.

As is usual on my birthday, I bought myself a little present.

That’s it there in the photo on the left.

Ain’t it luverly?

That, my friends,  is an early 1960’s GPO Type 706, as you well know. Beautifully refurbished and fully working. Oh, you should hear her ring – proper bells!

I’d actually wanted a Type 746; y’know, the one with the improved regulator circuit. But I couldn’t find one in red. And I really wanted red.

I actually bought it for a little project I am working on, but I am just so enamoured with it, that I might just leaved it plugged in and sitting on the coffee table in the lounge.

If nothing else, it’s a conversation piece.

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