Yesterday afternoon I went to see friend M, who lives in the village. We have been friends for many years and enjoy one another's company.
My mode of transport was 'different' to say the least, but beggars can't be choosers - I hitched a ride on the farmer's tractor as he pulled the slurry tanker between the slurry tank and the fields. Climbing down the steps of the tractor was a bit hairy - three metal steps and then a big gap to the ground, but I managed it. It wasn't a smooth ride; although the tractor has a passenger seat the journey was somewhat rocky.
As always, we covered a wide range of topics during the afternoon - we never run out of things to chat about. But we did have a laugh (well you would either laugh or cry wouldn't you) about how, as we get older we often have to search the filing cabinet which is our brain for a name from the past.
Later, talking about the death of Clarissa Dickson Wright and about other television cooks, we tried to think of the cook who used to be the Head Chef at our local Swinton Hall hotel, and who also took part in a programme (the name of which we couldn't remember!!)
to try and educate a dozen or so girls in their teens into becoming 'ladies'. I think the prize for the one who finally won, was a sports car or some such luxury. To no avail, we could neither of us remember.
During the evening I suddenly thought of the dilemma and called across to the farmer, to ask him. I got half way through the first sentence and the name popped into my head - Rosemary Shrager.
Now what makes that happen? What triggers the brain to suddenly and unexpectedly throw up the word or name you have been searching for for hours? Is it something that only happens as one gets older - or does it happen at any age? Answers on a postcard please (preferably one of those old, rude ones which you can't seem to get any more)
Changing the subject - today is Budget Day - why do they persist in having such a day? I think it is a sop to try and kid the public that they are getting something special. Surely all these changes could just as easily be made in the day-to-day running of the country. Is there really any need for everyone to feel they have something to celebrate if there is 1p off income tax or some other such 'sop'. I often wonder if that red box which the Chancellor holds on the doorstep of Number 11 really just carries his sandwiches (probably made of caviar and pate de foie gras)
Can anyone give me a rational argument as to why Budget Day is important?
Howling gale here today so no muck spreading - we want it on the fields, not on the hedge, the wall, the lane and (worst of all) the farm house windows! Instead it is back to fencing which the farmer is doing to keep the bl**dy sheep in, to use his expression. He is not a lover of sheep, especially as they are getting itchy feet to get back up on to the tops.