Bracknell; Richmond; neighbours

Struggled my way to Bracknell last Thursday for Book Group at Sarah’s new house. In fairness, it was only the last bit that was a struggle, as I spent about 10 minutes being fired helplessly around ring roads never seeming to be in the right lane. Made it eventually and admired Sarah’s increased amount of space, though her husband Tim seems to have had a substantial hand in decorating their living room, given the c. 50-inch plasma in pole position in the centre of the wall. I’m reasonably fond of technology, but that sort of thing does turn the entire room into a home cinema. We stocked up on carbs and discussed Douglas Kennedy’s The Pursuit of Happiness, which all of us had enjoyed.

Surprised to note last weekend that Christchurch Meadows had actually flooded and then frozen, something I haven’t seen during the time I’ve lived in Caversham. Some keen type has already put a photo on Flickr. Here's a measly photo of mine too.

Ray and I went up to Richmond for the day on Saturday – we had originally intended to do a six-mile walk along the river to Ham House and Petersham, from one of my London Walks books, but the wet ground deterred us from that idea and instead we had a general wander around the posh suburb and its park, which I’d never been into before. Pictures here. Started with breakfast at the Carluccio’s on Kew Road, then walked down across Richmond Green and down to the (full and fast-flowing) Thames, where we walked along the river frontage for a bit before turning up Richmond Hill where we stopped for a quick gander at the view from the top of Terrace Gardens. Then headed into Richmond Park where we had a pleasant walkabout, though in deference to Ray’s recent knee injury and the danger from slippery ground we left the park at East Sheen Gate and walked back into Richmond via a bit of a snoop at the big houses on Fife Road. Had a lovely lunch at Don Fernandos before heading back to the train.

The only blight on the day was the interminable journey home, allegedly due to emergency engineering works caused by a broken rail at Ashford. Whatever the reason, it entailed us getting off the train at Staines and hanging around on a freezing platform for over an hour, in the company of other increasingly irate people, until a train to Reading finally turned up. I now, most unfairly, never want to visit Staines again.

Our Caversham neighbour Terry has been in an uncharacteristic frenzy of doing work on his house just lately, as he leaves for Australia within the next week to join his Australian wife Louise, who ended up being deported from the UK a year or so ago after living and working here for several years. Seems inexplicable to me, especially given that she was working as a social worker, hardly a career on most people’s wish list, but no doubt there must be specifics that we’re not aware of. On the other side: Nicki shows no signs of returning from South Africa, but we are considering emailing her about the parlous-looking state of her middle chimney stack, as we don’t relish the thought of it falling into our garden. Her current tenants look to be in the process of moving out, so we await to see whether new ones appear. The ideal would be someone who enjoys feeding other people’s pet rabbits and doesn’t own a car.

Surprised to wake on Wednesday morning to snow in MK - either it hadn't been forecast or I hadn't paid attention to the forecast. Not very deep, but still snow. No signs of any more of it at the moment though. Snapped a couple of obligatory photos, including one of this pretty cottage in Simpson, which has adorned itself with tasteful Christmas decs.

Celebrations; snow at last; office socialising

A group of us had a nice dinner at La Tasca last Friday to celebrate Claire’s having achieved a 2:1 in her Open University Psychology degree. Great stuff.

Having escaped the snow so far this year, Reading finally had a few inches of snow on Saturday morning. We took a few obligatory snow pictures, which are probably very similar to last year’s snow pictures. Remembering last year’s lethal pavements, I splashed out on some strap-on spikes, which are certainly handy for walking on packed snow and ice, though a bit noisy on tarmac so found myself taking them off yesterday once I got to an area that had been gritted. Today, ironically, there has been something of a thaw.

Came downstairs on Tuesday evening to find Ruth sitting on the dining-room floor with Lola upside-down between her legs pulling lumps of fur out of her backside, having just braved clipping her claws. All due to fear of being berated by Sandra at Reading Rabbits, where we are taking the rabbits tomorrow for their Christmas break. Lola seemed relatively calm once released and proceeded just to wash herself, but we fear she may be biding her time.

This afternoon was our team's scheduled 'At Home' for some of the other staff in our new building. Slightly muted from our end as in the event neither Fay or Ann, whose idea it had been, were in so Paul, Emma minor and myself were forced to act as hosts, with a certain amount of uncharacteristic disgruntlement from Paul about having been lumbered with the job. Despite that, lots of lovely people from Central Berkshire EBP turned up to make merry with us, so it went off fairly well. Now for Crimbo.

Snow; Poet's Cafe; more snow

Awoke on Friday morning to a veritable blanket of snow. As always, given that snow is unusual in these parts, I snapped a number of photos before work, to preserve the memory. This ivy plant actually looked better with snow on it – I’ve a nasty feeling it might be dead.

Met up with Claire, Helen, Ali and Sarah on Friday evening for Ethiopian food at the Global Café followed by Poet's Cafe at South Street Arts, compered as usual by A F Harrold. The first half was devoted to the open mic slot, where about a dozen punters read their home-grown offerings, including Claire who read out a seasonal haiku she'd dashed off that day in a quiet moment at work. The second half featured performance poet John Hegley as guest poet, who delivered an entertaining set although with rather more audience participation than I go for.

Several of the 'open mic' participants were PC regulars and several appear to have produced mini-books of their work, with dubious justification in some cases. I always do enjoy Martin Haslam's offerings - his poems have a disciplined, spare quality that I like. Some contributors, I have to say particularly women of roughly menopausal age, don't seem to have grasped any sort of 'less is more' principle with poetry - yes, your ex-husband might well have been a complete git but no one else needs to hear three poorly-structured sides of A4 on the topic.

Ray and I had a day out in London on Saturday (pictures here) – started off by stoking up against the freezing weather with a slap-up breakfast at La Taaza on Praed Street (potted review of this café, which I’ve now breakfasted at 4 or 5 times: unsmiling staff; great coffee; very acceptable Breakfast No. 6, though it comes with rather more fried bread than is good for anyone). We had booked on an 11am Architecture Tour of the Barbican Estate, and as we had some time to spare elected to walk from Paddington into the City, which certainly bumped up my exercise quotient for the week. The tour group, probably partly due to the very cold weather and partly to the proximity to Christmas, was small – a quick subjective assessment revealed it to include me and Ray, two gay male couples and an elderly lady. The tour was fantastic and involved a comprehensive (and bracing) hour and a half long walk around the complex. The young tour guide was obviously a Barbican enthusiast and really knew his stuff.

We finished off the day with a quick unplanned detour to visit the appealingly-named church of St James Garlickhythe, before settling in at an en route Slug & Lettuce for a nice bottle of Chilean Merlot and some batter-covered snacks.

Abandoned vehicles in Reading

Last Friday's snowfall turned out to be merely a teaser, as a fairly unprecedented (for these parts) degree of snow fell on Monday afternoon resulting in traffic chaos and abandoned cars everywhere (see pic), and a whole slew of “how long it took me to get home” stories. Not owning a car, I have continued to trudge (wo)manfully into work. Today the roads look clearer, but the pavements are still like sheets of ice – but then no one much cares about pedestrians. AND we have to carry on going to work while car drivers claim time off for bad weather! If I were a bitter sort of person, I’d be seriously aggrieved. As it is, obviously I’m imbued with serenity and Christmas spirit. Much as I enjoy looking at snow, am now hoping for a thaw by tomorrow given need for Christmas travel.