9 Feb 2025

9.02.2025 Cupboard quest.

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  Sunday 9th 34F/1C [7.30] Overcast. Cloudy, but a mostly dry forecast.

 Up at 6.00 after another quiet night. Only 64F/18C in the room. I'll get around to lighting the stove soon.

 Two flea markets are open this morning. I shall continue my search for a bathroom cabinet. I saw a potentially nice one yesterday at a house clearance sale. With a pretty marble slab top. The pine had been hideously stripped and treated with a greasy looking stain. Not to mention it being too narrow. I left it to sit unloved.

 9.30 Back from a brisk walk to the lanes. A Tesla passed being used for driving instruction. A few gulls went over. Stiff winged, soaring on the northeasterly wind. I was comfortable with a tailwind. Then had to close and zip up my jacket on the return leg. The stove had gone out in my absence. It responded to some kindling in the embers.

 9.50 The flea market will be open when I get there. Shopping on the way home.

 11.50 Returned from a tour of three more flea markets in the Morris. Still nothing remotely suitable. I'll ride into the village after lunch.  

 I visited another three flea markets. Still no cupboards. Though I did see more and more of the vintage display cabinets. More grocery shopping.

 Drove to another village where a local flea market had moved to new premises. Closed at 1pm. Open again on Monday mornings. The car was misbehaving again. Backfiring and running jerkily. It feels as if it could stop completely at any time.

 Dinner was chicken, mushrooms, peas and boiled potatoes.


 

 

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8 Feb 2025

8.02.2025 46 cold kilometers. Brrr!

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  Saturday 8th 32F/0C. Expected to remain at that temperature all day. Cloudy, with wintry showers possible this morning. Drier this afternoon. Breezy from the east and SE. 

8.10 Daylight but overcast. Up at 7am after various false starts. Another quiet night. After three years I seem to have finally adapted to my memories. Even the worst ones. Like hearing the loud crack of the nurses resetting my wife's arm to a more acceptable pose. My wife had curled her left arm tightly up to her neck as rigor set in. I spoke to her about it but she dismissed it.

 All those painful memories, which would once have had a heavy emotional toll. I now find myself more as a calm observer. My deliberate repeating of many of my associations with places we visited together is working. The intention was to overwrite the original memory with a new one. Without the gnawing pain of the absence of my late wife. This did not delete the original memory but helped to dilute the pain of constantly missing her. Instilling a gentler familiarity of place rather than time.   

 Ironically we met a gentleman down on the coast some years ago. He too had lost his wife and was driving to all the places they shared together on holiday. I wish I remembered more of the details but the memories of our meeting are receding. I do remember the place. My wife and I were exploring the lanes leading to the sea just beyond Fåborg. 

 9.30 Back from a 1.24km walk looping round my neighbour's drives. I engaged a phone tracking app to see how far I went and how fast I went at my brisk pace. The wind was bitterly cold. Not helped by my being sheepshorn yesterday. My cap did not cover my bare ears! A fleece tea cosy would have been more sensible.

 There are few charity outlets left for bathroom cabinets. Not within a reasonable riding distance. Given the cold weather and forecast wintry showers. Perhaps the supporting sales department at the brick museum? I donated lots of stuff there when I was clearing the house. I don't remember any bathroom type cabinets from more recent visits but a coat of paint is not impossible. The same village as my physio classes but only open on the wrong days. A lovely rural ride. As long as I dress really warmly. I can ride home to fetch the trailer if need be.

 IKEA has nothing obvious in the size I need. The further I drive from home, the further I have to make four journeys. To return home and then collect the item in my trailer. Taking the trailer with me is a major inconvenience with parking almost everywhere.

 13.00 35F/1.7C. Remaining overcast. Returning from a 46km ride in the bitter cold. Every time I turned into the wind it felt 10x worse. My body and legs were comfortably warm. Thanks to multiple layers and the exercise of pedaling. While my fingers ached constantly in the new "skiing" gloves. 

 My eyes and nose streamed almost continuously. I wear a pair of workshop safety glasses on the bike. To protect my eyes from the cold headwind I generate. Not always with the greatest success. While my £20 equivalent, wraparound sunglasses are no better at fending off the cold wind. Never worn in such cloudy conditions. They are lasting well compared to my usual cheaper, supermarket bought crap. I tried goggles but never got on with them. The headband is an absolute pain with a cycle helmet. I need normal, preferably straight earpieces. To go between the helmet and my ears while wearing hearing aids. How else will I hear the roar and whistle of the wind?

 I wear a set of long, thermal underwear against my skin. Then a racing jersey, rather than a T-shirt. To avoid moisture build-up. Usually a pair of DHB racing short with a foam pad for comfort. Bibs if it is a longer ride. No underpants. They provide some extra comfort to start off but just cause friction over time. I wear various thicknesses of jumpers. Mostly recycled and well past their sell-by date. No doubt two thin jumpers would be warmer.

 The GripGrab 'Aviator' scull cap wasn't warm enough at times. Not helped by the ridiculously short haircut. I could have taken my dayglo helmet cover but didn't know I needed it. The ABUS helmet has a flap with a pull out rain hat. Completely unusable, because a tiny plastic button, to accept an elastic tensioner, had sheared off early in ownership of this very costly helmet. It is recommended and approved for "Speed" e-bikes.

 The Karrimor fleece, polo "sleeve" was useful in protecting my neck. Only a single layer of cloth but in practice it collapses into multiple folds. Making it the equivalent of several layers thick. Well worth having in cold weather and surprisingly warm by stopping draughts getting inside the jacket neck.

 My ID Tech "Game" jacket is slightly strange but excellent in cold weather. Thicker than a rain jacket, and stiffer but still lightweight. The collar zips right up under my chin. Another find in a charity shop. It exactly matches the colour of my ABUS helmet. My first choice whenever I feel the need for high visibility or in cold weather. The chest phone pockets are foolishly small. Stuffing the front pockets best avoided. It's for walking. Not a proper cycling jacket. Which should only have rear pockets.

 My Endura rain, cycle jackets don't have remotely the same warmth. They tend to press onto my upper arms and chest. Causing a distinct chill after riding for a while in wintry temperatures. Even when wearing a jumper underneath. I bought a blue one and a dayglo yellow one on an end of run discount. The nearest cycle chain has since changed to another name for their clothing.

  Altogether I visited five charity shops or flea markets. Nothing useful turned up though. There is a flea market in a barn not far away but only open on Sundays. I'll try there tomorrow.

13.30 Lunch over. 60F/15C in the room. I have just lit the stove and put my down sweater and fleece cap on. Until I and the room, warm up again. 

 Practicing laundry in the new washing machine again. Cotton, 40C &1200. I still haven't a clue how much soap to add. It just says not to overdose. As if I would. 😇

 Dinner was cheese on toast with cherry tomatoes. I used loads of [self] grated, Extra-mature, Cheddar cheese. It collapses under the grill to make the toast look undernourished. I managed not to burn it by watching it via the awful internal light in the oven. The one which is very bright and points forward. Straight into the user's eyes! 

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7 Feb 2025

7.02.2025 Give us a twirl?

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  Friday 7th 33F/0.6C [7.20] A grey overcast marks a run of colder, wintry weather beginning today. Possibly wintry showers from later this afternoon and overnight. With increased easterly winds. It will probably never get above 2C/35F for a week. We may not see the sun for a week either. So no added greenhouse warmth.

  7.30 Up at 6.15 after another quiet night. 62F/16.7C in the room. I had better light the stove. I need some groceries and I had better stock up on more sacks of kindling. The latter means I'll have to take the trailer out again. To the next shopping village to the north. Ironically I was there yesterday but on the e-bike. 

 9.00 Returning from a brisk walk down to the village and back. I hardly noticed the cold except when the breeze was blowing. Or a lorry passed at speed. The ground was no longer frozen. So I could not escape from the roads. 

 9.40. Morning coffee over. Getting ready to go shopping with the trailer. 

 11.20 Overcast, light drizzle and brief flashes of sunshine.  Our hero returns with three sacks of kindling and assorted groceries. Half the main road was cordoned off and traffic light controlled. Guess what? A moron in a large excavator decided to throw his weight around. Simply because he could. 

 He drove out of a side turning without a care in the world. Nor paying any attention to the lights having just changed. He did a few twirls, but absolutely no work and then returned to the side road. By which time both traffic queues had advanced to his position. As the lights had changed for both directions. Forcing a bus and a chap towing a large excavator to take to the soft grass verge. To pass the opposing queue.   

 14.00 Going for a ride into the village. To buy the stuff I didn't see in the other village.

 15.30 Returning from the village. While I was there I inquired of the hairdressers if I needed to book an appointment. Yes at the first but no at the second. Provided I came back in half an hour. The result was interesting. To say the least. 

 He asked if I wanted it short. No, I said. Whereupon he razored me within a millimeter of my scalp. I am used to being clipped with scissors. He did use scissors but only to a very limited degree towards the end. I left looking like a US Marine had just had a punishment trim. More shadow than real hair. It was one of those rare moments. When I was grateful that I was not returning to my late wife's inspection. 

 The last time my hair was this short was probably 35 years ago. I was going to collect my wife from Bangor station in N.Wales but had time to kill. So I asked in a local hairdresser if they could fit me in. The apprentice was duly roped in to carry out the task. She too left me searching for stubble in the mirror. My wife was absolutely furious! She was used to and preferred me hairy.   

 Dinner was a shrimp pasty, peas and chips. I used the oven fan mode.


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