2008 and all that...

Already it is February and I haven’t written anything here. I just don’t seem to have the inclination at the moment, and finding the time to sit down and churn something out seems pointless. Life seems to be a series of tasks to get from one to the next and plod along like that. No real excitement and no really interesting things to report.

Maybe I am being too negative. We do nice things. For me, work is a bind, a chore. I don’t like it. I am looking for something else but so far haven’t been successful. A couple of interviews, but nothing more. I need to concentrate my efforts. So the week tends to be a waiting game. Wait until Friday. At 3pm on a Friday I leave work, get the train back to Farnworth, jump in the car and go to Lidl, then Asda, then to Silverwell Lane to pick Agnieszka up from work. Then our weekend begins.

Saturday is a day for jobs. Trips to the tip or to the dreaded B&Q. It is also the day when we go over to my parents’ and dig on the allotment. We don’t spend a lot of time there, mainly because it’s an hour each way, but we do try to get an afternoon’s digging in. Last weekend we planted the onion set and some garlic but ran out of room. Reading up this week I think we planted them too far apart but I’m comforted by the fact that we can plant some carrots in between the rows and make a better use of the space. This will, of course, be commented on by Les, my uncle who has the plot adjoining, and my dad. I long for a plot of my own and was cheered yesterday by news that, after a year of mithering, I have now been added to the waiting list for one in Farnworth. Only another couple of years to wait I expect, before I become a plotholder myself.

So what have we done for the first six weeks of the year? A potted history:

• We celebrated Wigilia on Christmas Eve with barszcz and uchy plus some pierogi that we had in the freezer. On Christmas Day we entertained my parents and had our second dinner, giving them trout, boiled potatoes and veg as a mix of Polish and English dinners. On Boxing Day we went to my brother’s and had a third dinner, but traditionally English.
• A trip to Katowice at the end of January to celebrate Christmas again with Agnieszka’s family. A hectic time, trying to cram in business (trips to the town hall and bank) and pleasure (fizzy wine in a bar in Tychy), while at the same time relaxing. Not all achieved but it was good to get away. Not too cold either, although we did get snow on the Sunday, which was nice.
• We discovered a few new places to walk. A trip up to Sunderland near Morecambe to walk on the shore of Morecambe Bay, marvel at the size of Heysham nu-killer power station and watch black clouds drifting out at sea, spraying rain there rather than on us. Clifton country park, ok for emergencies. Heaton Park, bleak and cold but probably nice in summer with great views over Manchester. Chipping, which will forever be known as the muddy sheep walk.
• I took my beekeepers theory course, which was excellent. As we sat in the bowling hut in Heaton Park on the first morning, by a sign that read ‘no lobing [sic] or alehouse bowling’ and a table full of Nationwide Bowler, the snow streamed past outside turning the greens completely white. Needless to say by dinner time the sun was out and the snow had gone. But it was nice while it lasted. I will have a practical course at the beginning of March and am slowly collecting equipment. I bought a beekeeping suit in Poland for half the price of the cheapest one here, so that was a plus.
  

There are probably other things too, but they are the main ones. I’m going to try and update the blog a little more regularly this year, shorter pieces more often. If I get my act together and take some photos I might even put some on. As they say, watch this space!