Next door…

View out the back window, towards our cottage's roof. A Lenin bust and London bus in foreground.

I think I must have said a couple of times in this blog that our current abode is but a stone’s-throw from our holiday cottage Kadesh. Well, here’s the proof that it is in fact right next door.

The photograph above was taken this evening, as I hung out of the back window that overlooks the garden at Kadesh. The red, tiled roof that you see on the right of the photograph is the roof of our wee cottage next door.

I did take better photographs than this one, but they didn’t show the bust of Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov or a model of a vintage London bus, which I felt added an important socio-historic perspective and sense of scale, in every meaning of the word.

Technically it’s not ‘proof’ is it. It’s still just me telling you that it’s our house.

Jane standing in the garden waving.

Okay, how about this one? It’s of Jane standing in the garden waving to me. Surely that is conclusive proof that she owns that property. You get 10 points if you can find our cat “Spot” in the picture. Jane actually popped next door (before ER started; it’s the last one in the series, seemingly) to find Spot’s brother Smudge, who has taken to spending his days under the house or in the garden next door. He clearly knows that we intend to move back in there after the summer.

In case you were wondering:

  1. I bought the bust of Lenin in a tourist shop just off Red Square in Moscow on a school trip in 1988.
  2. I’m writing this post in Opera 8 for a change.
  3. Spot followed Jane into the garden; I think he was also concerned about his brother’s whereabouts.
  4. I have two small models of London buses. I can’t remember who gave me them, or why. I did consider starting a collection of red London buses but I reckoned how would I know when my collection was complete? So I decided that “two” was a complete collection of red London buses: one old one, and one new one.

Which reminds me of this joke:

An Engineer and Mathematician were both given the task of herding 100 Sheep with the least amount of fence possible.

So the Engineer wrapped the fencing tight around the sheep saying “This Constant Radius Circle is the smallest perimeter for a given area and therefore is the best solution”.

The Mathematition made a much smaller circle (about a yard in diameter), stepped inside and explained “I define myself to be on the outside.”

It’s just a shame that the photograph of Jane herding the two cats out of the garden gate didn’t come out better, otherwise this post would likely have been less random and been titled “Pied Piper of Cellardyke”. You’ll just have to take my word that it was very amusing. And that it really is our garden next door.

Neo-nazi pasta?!

One of the presents that Jane received for her birthday, a week past Thursday, was a fresh pasta maker and accompanying pasta drying rack. Well, as a surprise this morning, while she was still asleep, I assembled the pasta rack …

Pasta rack

… only to discover that it appears to be some kind of neo-nazi pasta drying rack: three concentric swastikas. Actually, that’s unfair as the swastika was originally a peaceful and holy symbol.

The swastika (from Sanskrit स्वस्तिक svastika) is an equilateral cross with its arms bent at right angles in either left-facing (卍) or right-facing (卐) direction. The swastika is a holy symbol in Hinduism, Jainism and Buddhism. In the West, it is most widely known and used as a symbol of Nazism. It is traditionally oriented so that a main line is horizontal, though it is occasionally rotated at forty-five degrees. The Hindu version is often decorated with a dot in each quadrant.
(Source: Wikipedia article about the Swastika)

So, just clarify, in case you were in any doubt whatsoever: Jane is not a nazi*, she just enjoys making fresh pasta. I’m glad we cleared that one up.

(* I’m glad she’s not because, amongst the myriad of other reasons that I should probably also list here, my paternal grandfather was Jewish!)