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Well, I’m sure that others would have carried out much more research than me (us), but arriving in our new home and finding that the T.V. aerial didn’t work came as quite a shock.

There IS an aerial, and an aerial wire, but nothing comes out of it! Bugger!!

So, once we’d begun to come out of our ‘just moved’ stupor we began to think of how we could get a T.V. signal again. We do have (at the time of writing – had!) a Humax machine that allows us to record Freeview so we were able to watch already recorded stuff, whenever we found the time.

So we found an aerial guy in the paper and called him. He came around; he fitted a Manhattan Freesat box and away he went. Well actually, it wasn’t as simple as that. 

I’d asked him to tell me why the aerial lead wouldn’t work and after a few minutes he was able to tell me that we don’t have an aerial. First of all ‘doh!’ I could have looked and seen that, but knowing that our new house had a satellite dish; I’d have thought (very wrongly) that THAT worked as an aerial – it doesn’t. He pointed out that Slaithwaite couldn’t see the Emily Moor transmitter without a 12-15 foot high aerial on the roof (we have no chimney stacks to fasten these to) and that for us to get anything at all it would have to be pointed at the Cop Hill relay, which would give us less stations and ‘some ghosting’. So when he mentioned Freesat – what could I do!

Only when he’d fitted the box (with all the resulting chopping and changing of wires) did he say ‘oh, you have a Humax’ (actually he didn’t even then, only when I asked how we would connect the new Freesat box to the Humax did he say ‘you can’t!‘). It’s not that the Humax was hidden; he’d had to move it to get to the back of the T.V. What he could have said, had he not been keen to just get one of his own units fitted washa – you have a Humax! That won’t work with Freesat, if you want to pause live T.V. and record programmes, you’ll need a new Humax (e.g. Freesat Recorder) – I can get you one of those and have it fitted by the day after tomorrow”.

But he didn’t.

And only belated, extensive research has found the unit we need (should have had if the research had been carried out earlier). And we need it because we’ve become used to recording the programmes we like and watching them when WE want, not when they are broadcast – and pausing them, or live T.V. while we make a cup of tea. Grrr.

Anyone got any advice on new T.V.s?

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Moving house earlier this month was one of the most strenuous, stressful, scary and time consuming things I’ve done in many years. At the same time, it has been an enlightening, liberating, joyful but very tiring experience.Front room

This is not the first time I’ve moved house, not by a long chalk, but it’s the first one since I became a sexagenarian – I was worn out right through the following week and now, two weeks later, one elbow is still giving me trouble. Tschh!

However, all the boxes are now unpacked or in the attic waiting for decisions (do we open them? do we leave them until the next move? – if there is one, or [my preferred option] do we throw them away?).

Sharon has done a magnificent job of turning the house we bought, into a home. It really does feel like we’ve lived here for ages now. I wish I had the patience 🙂

Our new home has a very modern kitchen. It’s all coloured glass, superbly made, considerately designed and yet, utterly impractical. It is lovely, don’t misunderstand me, but it’s not what I – the chef, would have designed. All except for one cupboard is too high for Sharon to easily use and some are too high for me to use regularly. So I assume that the previous occupants used them more for long-term storage than for everyday use. There are voluminous drawers under the work surfaces – they hold cutlery, crockery, ceramic cooking vessels and all of my knives and cooking tools. There’s even one that cuts around the double sink, allowing us to store cleaning products in the narrow channels. But, it seems such a shame to open one of these multi-purpose drawers to simply take out a knife – surely they will wear out/break in time. Who knows!Slawit

Having said all that, the kitchen is our new home’s focal point and I love it. It is huge; it is full width of the house and half its depth. The fitted cooking appliances are either Smeg or Neff, so there’s no lack of quality there. We’re currently researching new appliances to fit in too.

We’ve always had a scarcity of fridge space and I’ve previously used up to three small freezers to accommodate the cooking I do. We want to start again with cold storage, so began by looking at ‘American’ fridge-freezers. But they are not like American fridge-freezers! Certainly not like the ones I’ve seen at Gail’s house(s), all of which have vast spaces that can store all manner of groceries and ‘stuff’. We therefore look like settling on buying one of each – a larder fridge and a compatible (same size, same look) freezer. We’ll see.

Since leaving Linthwaite in 1996, I’ve not lived in a house where I’ve had to climb a full set of stairs. I have lived in bungalows, ground floor flats or more recently a split level house where no more than six or seven steps were needed to be climbed at a time, to any floor – so now that we have a wide Victorian style staircase to climb every time we go to bed (or the loo) – we can relish the thought of maintaining our fitness. As long as our knees hold out. 🙂

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Finally, we have signed to sell our house. [see] We move out next week.

After four years of trying, we are finally able to look forward to moving house.

Home for 11 years

Selling wasn’t an easy decision; we love where we live and have been here for almost eleven years, but as I get closer to retirement age, we simply cannot afford to stay. We are leaving our large and increasingly unmanageable garden at its very best: the rhododendrons are in full pink and lilac bloom, both laburnums are dripping shiny bright yellow flowers and the flouncy, crimson peonys are about to bloom; now just a couple of days away from opening. It all looks gorgeous.

Yet the house we have found to move to has no garden.

Who knew what compromises we would make when the time came? We each had a mental list of what we could and couldn’t do without as we moved down the housing ladder, but ‘no garden’ wasn’t on either list. Yet, on the plus side of the move is the fact that our new home will be right in the centre of Slaithwaite, our local village and with that location comes easy shopping, easy transport and easy walking/cycling.

Golcar church

Where we live now, there are no roadside footpaths and each of the bigger villages is one and half miles away. Buses come (on average) every 90 minutes (one per hour during the day but not 8.30am or 3.30pm – every two hours after 6.00pm and every two hours on a Sunday): so having trains and buses close by should improve our mobility.

Our new (to us) house has three good-sized bedrooms, two of which have stripped-back-to-brick chimney breasts, there’s a WC with bath and separate shower and a fair sized attic storage area. The living room also has a stripped-back feature chimney breast, into which we hope to fit a multi-fuel stove. The south-facing kitchen is huge; full width of the house. It is fitted with colourful Ikea (we think) units and has French Windows opening onto a Juliet Balcony, which overlooks the village itself, and the slightly more distant hills.

The house is one of three (six really) formed from what was once a British Legion club. Each of the main three houses has a separately owned one-bedroom under-dwelling, utilising what would once have been the cellar area.

So there we are – moving house. Scary but exciting times.

 

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I am a beer drinker.

That doesn’t mean that I drink a lot of beer, but I do like the odd glass.

I prefer beer to wine, Champagne, Cava, spirits and pop (soda). I don’t mind any of those drinks, I don’t mind them at all – but I generally prefer to drink beer.

I like draught beer.

I don’t dislike the beer that comes in tins or bottles (although, they are a story to themselves), I simply prefer beer on tap; the draught beer that can only be purchased in pubs. I like the texture of draught beer and these days, the variety of tastes and colours with which it now presents itself.

I don’t visit pubs all that often; sometimes just once a week, sometimes more, sometimes less. Unless I’m walking I rarely have more than a pint and on the odd occasion I have more than that, Sharon will drive. I don’t go for company at the pub, I go for the beer – and to relax away from home for an hour with Sharon, as we both (often) work from home. It’s a break.

Locally, I am blessed with a variety of pubs that serve an ever changing variety of beers on tap. My preference is The Commercial in Slaithwaite. http://www.commercial-slaithwaite.co.uk/. If we go out during the week, it used to be there that we went – pretty exclusively. But not so much now.

Why?

Because, at the time we go (early evening, before dinner) you cannot get to the bar for all of the lazy, ignorant tossers leaning on it! I could understand if the place was heaving, but at that time it’s just pleasantly busy with lots of room around the place – we never fail to get one of the comfy settees they have. Neither would I mind if those folks moved back from the bar just while I looked at what was on offer this week (sometimes, just tonight) and gave my order, but more often than not an “excuse me please” just gets a grunt and once I even got a “can’t you read the fucking blackboard?” (ignoring the fact that the blackboard can’t serve me) – but he was pissed and reprimanded by one of the other regulars.

What is it about leaning on a bar that makes people forget that others need to get by?

All I want to do is walk to the bar, choose a drink, pay for it and then walk away, sit down and drink it. What’s hard about that? What makes people so ignorant that I want to change my watering hole?

Rant over.

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