Chan Chan

The drive to Quarry Bank Mill was exciting, in the rain, trying to reach that precise temperature in the car where humans aren’t too cold but the windows aren’t fogging up. Holding our collective breath worked for a while but wasn’t sustainable for the whole trip. Because of the precipitation, we walked the quick way down to the restaurant. Jenny, Martha and William joined us for coffee and cake. We were celebrating Liesel’s birthday. Imagine our disappointment when we saw that the choice of cakes was very limited today. Imagine my excitement when the staff brought out a whole, new lemon drizzle cake. Liam was elsewhere, hiking, possibly in the rain, maybe not.

The children always like to have a look in the gift shop and today was no exception. Martha was intrigued by the small weaving loom being demonstrated.

Normally, we’d have a bit of a longer walk around the grounds, but not today.

Another medical procedure for me but you don’t need to know about folks rummaging around in my junkyard. The medics did give me a nice cup of coffee afterwards and as many biscuits as I wanted.

And I visited the dental hygienist where I answered the same old questions with the same old details about my oral hygiene. Later in the day, we drove over to Bruntwood Park, parked up, and walked to the school to pick up the children. Snacks in the playground are no longer acceptable, but we did promise them an ice cream in the park. It was a lovely, sunny day, a bonus after some rubbish weather recently. William and I played hide and seek for a while: I felt bad about not being able to run after him, especially given how much energy he was burning off, fuelled by an ice cream.

Martha’s friend Eliza was in the park too, and they spent a lot of time together, swinging, and sliding and even climbing.

We took the children home a bit earlier than planned after William bashed a tooth in the slide. It was a loose tooth, and he felt that it had been pushed back into its socket. He was alright later after some parental TLC. No meal with the fam tonight, as Liesel and Leslie went off to a WI meeting, leaving me to enjoy a couple of episodes of Doctor Who.

This was the week of the full Harvest Supermoon. The Moon’s closer to the Earth than usual, so it looks bigger. There was also a partial lunar eclipse. Unusually, that night, the sky was clear, so I thought I’d get up in the night and see what all the fuss was about. I was awake at 2am , at which point, the eclipse was just beginning. It would be at its maximum at 3.44am. I’ll be awake again by then, I often am. Nope, not tonight. When I came to, it was after 5 o’clock. I’d missed the whole blimmin’ thing. I enjoyed seeing other people’s photos online, but I would prefer to have witnessed the sight of a rare blood-red half of the Moon myself.

Some really sad news this week. Greens Restaurant in Sale has announced its imminent closure. I’m so glad Helen, Brent and I had lunch there recently, and I feel bad that Liesel and I never quite got round to making a booking.

We had a few uninvited guests this week, all named Boris and all quickly evacuated through the window after posing for a photograph. The first was a small specimen having a kip on my computer keyboard. The others were two of the biggest spiders we’ve ever seen in this flat, or in fact, anywhere I’ve lived.

At least the cranefly was polite enough to stay outside. And I’m so glad I’m no longer a postman, having to walk face first through hundreds of newly constructed webs every morning. Did I ever mention, spiders’ webs taste of metal?

Another day, another walk, this time down by the river where at least a couple of people were messing about in their boats. We haven’t seen the resident heron for a long time, but if he’s disappeared, I’m surprised we haven’t seen a new one. The new sign by the children’s playground is quite intriguing.

I just wonder what prompted this. Who was daft enough to eat the berries, leaves and plants here? Part of me hoped it wasn’t the small children just having a good play, but the boys over there, significantly older than 9, playing football.

Liesel went on a walk with another group while Leslie and I joined the Thrive walk in Wythenshawe. For a while, we thought there’d only be a few of us but suddenly, many more people appeared out of nowhere. The paths in the woods are now, at the end of Summer, quite overgrown, and again, I said to myself, I should carry around some secateurs to cut back the worst of the nettles and brambles.

One busy evening, all three of us attended meetings, but not the same one. Thanks to the rubbish bus service in these parts, I arrived late for the meeting of Wythenshawe Radio volunteers. But I was rewarded afterwards by the sight of a wonderful Wythenshawe sunset, as seen from the bus station. So romantic.

Liesel and her Mom attended the WI Knitting group meeting. I’m not sure how much knitting, nor even crochet, takes place.