Auntie Dot & Uncle Moss

 

Auntie Dot and Uncle Moss.

Auntie Dot and Uncle Moss met through work. They both worked on the buses. Uncle Moss was a driver and Auntie Dot was a conductress. They had no children. I don't know what the arrangements were ie if Auntie Dot stopped working in order to look after me, or if she had all ready stopped work. But she was there for me whilst mum worked. From the age of 5 I would get up on a morning for breakfast, go to school and after school I would have my tea and then watch television whilst waiting for mum. Mum would collect me and I would spend a few hours with her at our own house, 61 West Street. Around 9pm, Mum would take me back to 57 William Street where I would have a wash or bath and then go to bed. On a weekend Mum collected me on a Friday evening and I spent the entire weekend with her, returning on a Sunday evening ready for school. When mum had holidays I would stay with her. The arrangements stayed like this and we were all happy. here were times when I missed my mum and let it be known, but on the whole everybody had my best interests at heart and we soldiered on.

Family Fortunes

 F is for family Fortunes...Dream On!

Junk mail is a common place in the everyday life in the Nesbitt household. This day was no different.
The letter arrived, addressed to me and I glanced over the contents before tossing it to one side.
Did they think I was stupid?
They were after my money, that wasall!
Well dream on soldier, you’ve picked the wrong one here.
I had visions of people all over the UK getting similar letters.
Watchdog would be featuring it as the latest scam…hey I may even be on TV!
The letter was left on the work surface and I carried on with my morning jobs.
Jon came home at lunch time and as we had a cup of tea I remembered the letter.
I showed it to him and we both laughed.
Sure, somebody was trying to trace a Denise Nesbitt! LOL!
There was a number to call…yes right!
No doubt premium rate…yes yes, heard it all before.
Seemed a normal number,
I called.
Answer machine……
I left a message.
Went to the shops.

On my return Jon said there had been a phone call….could I phone again!

Asked for the name on the bottom of the letter…..

A conversation followed, mentioning certain names, dates and circumstances…..I indeed was the Denise Nesbitt somebody was trying to trace.

There have been only a few moments in my life which has deemed me speechless….but this was certainly one of them.

It would seem the family of my biological male parent were wanting to contact me.

I use the words biological male parent with particular care and deliberation. Notice I do not use the words natural father, because he could never be that! People often use the word “natural” as a compliment, as in being a “natural teacher” or “She’s a natural you know!”


NO, certainly not a natural father, he never knew what it meant as he never owned up to the responsibility, choosing instead a life of drink and violence, having several affairs bringing about his business going bankrupt.

I do remember however his mother, my nana from Hull. I also remember her grand daughter; my cousin I suppose called Pattie.

Silence.

I didn’t know what to say.

Panic!

There was a phone number given to me.
I wrote it down.


Eventually I drummed up the courage to make the phone call.

Pattie’s mum. Brenda.

Apparently nana from Hull had always wanted to know how I was getting on and in deed wanted to get in touch.

Following a re-union on some programme or other she had written a letter to the BBC asking them to find me.
The letter was never delivered as she was involved in a traffic accident on route to the post box.
She died with the letter still on her person.

Her daughter, Pattie’s mother was now finishing the quest her own mother had set out to achieve.

When I spoke she cried.
I have that effect on some people, but I did find myself with a lump in my throat.

All these years, people had been thinking about me.



Then she told me….he was still alive.

Well, they say the good die young and this could not have been so true.
When I think of all the lovely family and friends who we have lost and to think HE was still alive beggars belief.

“Your Dad…”
“No, he’s not my Dad” I spoke quickly, didn’t want to utter the words.

Apparently HE has a photo of me as a young child!
Big Deal eh!

I thought of MY DAD, Jack, who had looked after mum and I, helping mum to build a life following the dreadful divorce and nervous breakdown…….I felt I was betraying him, by having this conversation.
Panic again!

Sensing my rising hysteria Brenda assured me she was doing this for her mum, nana from Hull, HE didn’t feature.
“Let’s keep it that way!” I insisted.

Phew!

She was overjoyed, ecstatic, thrilled and emotional.

I was miffed.
Touched yes, people had been thinking and wondering about me.

Brenda gave me Pattie’s number.
“She’d love to hear from you Denise.

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!

I called….
Tears again, Denise, it’s you…it’s you!

There followed some moments of recollection, memories remembered and shared.


She asked me if there was anything she could do.

Yes….never ever let HIM know you have spoken to me.

I begged.

This was scary!

She assured me.

“Do you have any photographs?” I asked.

She said she would have a look.

I left her my phone number.

To have all of this unfolding was all too much for me to deal with.

That night I talked extensively with Jon…….
What I intended to do…..was it confrontation? Humiliation? Annihilation?

I needed some time to think.

A couple of weeks later Pattie phoned me.
“Pattie, Pattie who?”
I had completely forgotten.
“Your long lost cousin Pattie!”

Oh yes,it all came flooding back.

I explained how, in my own heart and conscience I could never ever have any contact with “him” How, I had a Dad, a proper Dad my own Dad who I had loved, respected, adored and now sorely missed.
I didn’t want to know of “him” how he was, how he had been, I wasn’t in the least bit moved by the fact he had a photograph of me, it meant nothing.
Keeping a photograph in a pocket does not display any great parental quality, it meant absolutely nothing, I wasn’t touched, moved or even bothered,.





The opportunity to reflect came in the form of our wonderful holiday.
In my mind, in my own little world, as we travelled around on the motorbike I pieced together bits and pieces, trying to comprehend the situation, planning how to deal with it all.

I guess a bit like osmosis the important bits filtered through, the rest has simply washed away.

Nothing has changed.

One thing I did realise was the fact that I am Denise Nesbitt. I have no part of any of His name anymore. As a child I just had the name of a person I never knew, only feared. The name stayed until I was married, when I had a choice, when I embraced the name of Mrs Nesbitt. I remember my class of 7 year olds practising, on the first registration following our wedding they all said together, “Good Morning Mrs. Nesbitt!” It brought a lump in my throat.

There may be the odd phone call from Pattie, but that is it. That’s all there will ever be.

I have got this far with those who are with me and have loved me.
I don’t need anything else.

"May the East fling open your windows,
and fill your rooms with air;
May the South send you strong sunshine,
and give you the strength to dare;
May the West wash rivers into your heart,
and oceans into your soul;
May the North share the secrets and gifts of the earth,
to heal and make you whole."
M. Flanders

Nana

 E is for Elizabeth, Elizabeth Elen to be precise, my nana, or grandma a term many of you will use more frequently. My middle name was after nana and our middle goose, Dolly was named again in memory of this great person.

My mum's mum, (my nana) was a Schumacher.
ie, her maiden name was Schumacher before she married my grandad, a farmer from Thetford in Norfolk, when her name changed to "Self"
Her dad was german and moved to England when the unrest in Germany started.
He was a clockmaker.
He moved his family to York, where he had a clockmaking shop.

When the war started he had his shop windows smashed repeatedly, so he moved his family.

I wonder if I am related to the legend F1 driver?

As I explained , mum secured a job as a secretary at ICI Wilton when I was a child. Whilst she was there she met Jack, a great friend who took a shine to mum and wanted to help her get the house sorted. As electronics was his speciality he helped with the re-wiring and other electrical stuff!

Mum eventually introduced him to her own parents.
My Grandad, a man of few words took him out for a walk!
He wanted to know his intentions as Mum had been through so much.
Jack assured him he had her and mine best interests at heart.
Grandad was re-assured and a great friendship was kindled between them.


My Nana really took a shine to Jack.
He would sit with her and talk about this that and the other.
Nana was ill and as her health deteriorated in 1970 we kew she was gravely ill.
On one of his visits as jack sat with Nana she drew him close and asked him to promise he would look after Madge and Denise....he promised.
On June 17th, 1970, Nana died.

I rember nana quite vividly. The storiesour family recall show a family, who, although surrounded by adversity and limited funds had a rich dialogue of their exploits which remain with me to this day. I guess this is where I get my love of story telling from. Tears would flow down our cheeks as each family member recalled events, which however sad were always laughed through, with great understanding.

I remember nana always in the kitchen cooking, fatty cakes, a very basic scone mixture served with gravy.

I still use her green gravy jug which has been used for the same purpose for 3 generations.

I guess I have to keep to some chronological format and write more about my early years.I am going to have to set the scene and this means I have to tackle F for Father.

Uncle Moss

 One of the great events was when Uncle Moss bought a car. An Austin A35.

Uncle Moss's driving had to be experienced to be believed! Being a bus driver he assumed he always had the right of way. He also had the ability to smoke whilst driving, drop his cigarette, set himself on fire, continue driving, somehow have a small fire somewhere about his person and arrive at his destination completely unscathed by the episode. One of the most vivid recollections is of him driving up Saltburn bank. Mum and Auntie Dot were in the rear of the car and I was in the front passenger seat. It was the age of cigarettes and all 3 adults were smoking.
Uncle Moss, as per usual dropped his cigarette into his lap and as the smell of the singing trousers alerted and alarmed the rest of us he started fumbling around to find the burning cigarette. Of course he couldn't see as he was watching the road and burnt his fingers on the lighted cigarette which was in his lap. For a moment he lost his concentration, missed a gear and the car started rolling backwards down Saltburn bank! I was panic stricken, gasping for breath anyway as I battled to get some air in the smoke filled car as it rolled backwards! I could see the sea and had visions of us ending up in it! Fortunately Uncle Moss, still singing away managed to gain control and brought the car to a halt. He found the right gear and we carried on, be it Uncle Moss arriving home with several holes in his trousers and a telling off from Auntie Dot!

Stairs

 D is for....DENISE, Auntie DOT and a near DEATH experience!

I love telling stories. When I am teaching I love to use examples from my own childhood/life to illustrate a point.
I have always wanted to write a book, it would be called “The Amazing Adventures of Flossy Flupipe…why? Read on!
In my work as a teacher I come across many children who are going through a particular bad time at home.
More and more children have to deal with broken relationships and parental problems. I know how they feel!
By the age of 5 my parents were divorced. At an early age I decided to try and make my mum proud of me.....
I didn't always get it right, but I tried. When parents come to me and say their child is being difficult/rude/cheeky/dis-interested because of problems at home it doesn't really wash with me, and the children know this.
They too have the choice to either make their parent(s) proud...or not!
Flossyflupipe was the name my mum called me, and my book is going to be about the early years of my life...............................hence the title!
The amazing adventures of flossy flupipe!
Enjoy!
My mum was the middle child, having two elder sisters and two younger brothers.
Starting with the oldest the running order went like this.... Joan, Doreen (Dot) Marjorie, Robert, (Bob) and Stanley (Stan) My nana was Elizabeth Ellen, my Grandad was Robert Charles.
My grandad originated from Thetford, Norfolk and my nana came from Germany. Her maiden name was Schumacher. Her father had fled Germany when all the troubles of the First World War started. He did not support the Nazi's and wanted to give the family a better start in life. He was a clockmaker and he set up his business in York. Sadly when the war started his shop was targeted by anti-Nazi protestors and the windows were often stoned. Eventually he moved further north.
Nana and Grandad had an ice-cream round which they did from the back of a horse. Eventually grandad worked in the steelworks. He was a passionate gardener and allowed me to grow some flowers. He was the character Mr Green finger in a children's story I wrote called Cedric the Caterpillar. In my story Mr Green finger grew flowers for Mrs Green finger’s windowsill...just as grandad had always done.
My nana was the home maker. Her role was to bring up the children, look after the home and ensure there was always a good meal at the table.
Out of the five children mum was the one who had an aptitude for learning and secured a place at secretarial college.
This was to be her tool of escape in later years.
Education was her passport and it allowed her to make a choice!
I was to use this knowledge myself and pass the secret on to others!

Mum enjoyed her work as a typist and worked in a Solicitor's Office.
Her best friend, Enid and she would always enjoy their times out together.
It was on such an occasion she met Jim, James or whatever!
He was a roofer. Says it all!
Mum was infatuated with him and took him to meet nana and grandad.
They didn't take to him.
As the relationship developed his intentions became apparent.
Nana and grandad did not want mum to marry him.
Mum married him!

Now the interesting fact here is that they were married in September 1955....
9 months later Denise Elizabeth was born!
I often asked mum if she was pregnant when she got married, she always denied it.....but I still wonder.
Mum married him!

It wasn't long into the marriage that things started going wrong.

He was a heavy drinker and a womaniser.
He was also violent.

I do have a fear of stairs even to this day.
This is because he pushed me down the stairs, be it accidentally when I was 2 or 3.
Even if it was as a result of him being drunk and careless, at that age it was quite frightening for me.

He had his own business and the money management was not helped by his bouts of drinking....so he went bankrupt!
Mum was home alone one day when there was a visit from some not so nice people....the
Bailiffs.
They stripped the home leaving only a bed and a chair. They even took my toy pushchair which nana and grandad had bought me a few days earlier.

Mum had spoken to Grandad about the home situation, but his words had been...
"We told you he was no good...you've made your bed now lie in it!"

The stress of everything was telling on mum.
As the home situation was not good to bring up a baby, moi, I was moved to live with Auntie Dot & Uncle Moss. They lived in a terraced house in Eston.
I remember going for a walk with Auntie Dot and she pointed to a window in the town's hospital. My mum was waving.
Unbeknown to me she had suffered a nervous breakdown.
It was through mental and physical exhaustion.
She was living still in Stockton, travelling extensive distances on the bus each day to work, and then calling to see me every night.
Shortly after mum bought a house in the next street. She had borrowed the deposit from her 2 brothers, Uncle Bob and Uncle Stan. She left my natural father and divorce proceedings were started..
Auntie Dot and Uncle Moss met through work. They both worked on the buses. Uncle Moss was a driver and Auntie Dot was a conductress. They had no children. I don't know what the arrangements were i.e. if Auntie Dot stopped working in order to look after me, or if she had all ready stopped work. But she was there for me whilst mum worked. From the age of 5 I would get up on a morning for breakfast, go to school and after school I would have my tea and then watch television whilst waiting for mum. Mum would collect me and I would spend a few hours with her at our own house, 61 West Street. Around 9pm, Mum would take me back to 57 William Street where I would have a wash or bath and then go to bed. On a weekend Mum collected me on a Friday evening and I spent the entire weekend with her, returning on a Sunday evening ready for school. When mum had holidays I would stay with her. The arrangements stayed like this and we were all happy. here were times when I missed my mum and let it be known, but on the whole everybody had my best interests at heart and we soldiered on.

Dad

 John Henry Davison came into my life when I was 7.

Mum had just got a new job at the prestigious ICI, Wilton Training Centre.
One of the Training officers was John Davison, or Jack as he was known.
Mum was one of the secretaries.
This was her first job following the harrowing divorce she had gone through,
a visit from the bailiffs to strip the house we lived in,
seizing goods to cover my biological father's bankrupted business debts,
a nervous breakdown.

Mum borrowed the deposit for a small terraced house from her 2 brothers,
Uncle Bob and Uncle Stan.
It needed lots doing to it, including total rewiring.

We all know how single women are targeted by unscrupulous workmen,
and back in the 1960's things were no different,
so Jack helped Mum by making sure she was not taken for a ride.
He also helped where he could, as electrics were his "thing!"

The very first time he came to our house I was introduced to "Uncle Jack!"
Years later I learned he had been more nervous than me!
I was playing with my doll's house.
He spent time talking to me and I liked him.
He re-wired my doll's house, I had the best there was!
Independent switches in each of the rooms, as a real house would.

Over the years a friendship developed and he would visit us every Saturday.
It was quite a treck for him as he did not drive and travelled from just outside Guisborough.

Mum eventually introduced him to her own parents.
My Grandad, a man of few words took him out for a walk!
He wanted to know his intentions as Mum had been through so much.
Jack assured him he had her and mine best interests at heart.
Grandad was re-assured and a great friendship was kindled between them.
Jack liked a flutter on the horses.
He and his brother Frank would visit the races and shadow the big horse trainers.
He noticed they seldom backed their own horses.
Jack and Frank would bet the same horses, and win!
Our family always had a flutter on the Grand National.
In 1967 we all picked our choices.
The family studied the form, I at 11 looked at the numbers.
I figured 100 to 1 sounded good!
Everybody laughed, but I went ahead.
Jack took everybody's money and the bets were placed.
Foinavon, my choice won!
£50 was a lot of money then! LOL!

My Nana really took a shine to Jack.
He would sit with her and talk about this that and the other.
Nana was ill and as her health deteriorated in 1970 we kew she was gravely ill.
On one of his visits as jack sat with Nana she drew him close and asked him to promise he would look after Madge and Denise....he promised.
On June 17th, 1970, Nana died.

On November 1st Uncle Jack and mum were married, the day before mum's birthday.

We moved to a bungalow and after a couple of years we all moved to Guisborough, Dad's home.
Mum and I loved this change although by this time I was at University.

Mum and Dad were both still working at ICI.

Dad had a very stressful job and in 1983 he suffered a massive heart attack.
It resulted in him having to stop work.
In those days ICI was one of the best emloyers, with very good benefits.
Both Dad and Mum left with "Golden Handshakes".
Mum decided to leave in order to ensure Dad had the rest he was to need.

Dad was a country boy by heart, a "woolly back" as referred to here.
He loved the Moors and the country life.
As a child he would often bring home rabbits and pheasants he had caught with his catapult.
Happy with their bungalow in Guisborough, they bought a static caravan at Rosedale Abbey.
They loved to visit and stay whenever they had the time.
Infact, the photograph above was indeed taken in the caravan, by mum.

On the morning of August 13th 1986, whilst staying at the caravan,
Dad told mum he would prefer go home.
He wasn't feeling very well.
They had planned on going to Egton Country Show, one of their all time favourites.

They packed up and set off for home.
It would have been a very busy day on the roads.
Holiday traffic. The Whitby to Guisborough Road in particular!

As the car passed Gisborough Hall, Dad brought the car to a stop and slumped forward.

He had died.

I was teaching in Nottingham at the time.

I received the news later that afternoon and returned home the following day.

 Auntie Dot and Uncle Moss were the first people I knew who travelled abroad for a holiday. It was the 1960's and a local coach company began tours to Ostend, Netherlands. It became an annual event and I would look forward to the presents Auntie dot would pack in her suitcase.

On one such occasion she brought me a Traditional Dutched Doll. Along with lots of my friends we started collecting these dolls. My dutch doll really inspired me as the tiny cloggs were genuine wooden ones and I loved the detail of the costume.

I think it must have been 1965 when mum and I went on our very first excursion with the bus company, again to Ostende. The shops wre fascinating and amongst the glamour of the traditional souvineers I came across a toy section. A tiny doll, no bigger than my hand caught my eye. It was simple and inexpensive. I bought it, naming it Ginette. On my return home I would play for hours with my new doll, nobody else had one. I made furniture out of boxes and clothes out of scrap material. At this age I really enjoyed making my own creations, inspired by Blue Peter. Anything I made was for Ginette. I was a very content child, enjoying playing at home always creating, something which never went away.

In 1964 I remember getting my first Sindy Doll. It was Christmas and mum took me to see Father Christmas in the prestigious Binns Store in Middlesbrough. Mum bought me my Sindy Doll, and when I opened the box the smell of the new plastic really had an impression. To this day I can still picture Sindy when I come across the smell of new plastic dolls.

 I have been involved with a sketchbook challenge - I have loaded up some of my contributions. I am using the label feature to catalogue my ramblings.

Colourful

Day 4 Sketchbook Challenge Prompt "Petal"

Petal Watercolour/permanent ink

Today I have used 2 pages (A4 landscape) in my sketchbook because I wanted to give the impression of a wallpaper. In 1970 after a partcularly rough few years mum and my fortunes were going to change when mum remarried. We were going to have security and more important a safe home. We were to move into a bungalow and I was allowed to chose the wallpaper for my bedroom. At the time Vymura was the "in thing" and the designs were almost psycadelic and vibrant. I chose purple and pink as my colour scheme. I had a lovely long pile purple carpet, pink curtains and the wallpaper to die for. All was well for a year or so when I decided to re-arrange my bedroom (as you do) and the Elton John poster had to be moved. It was difficult to get the poster off the wall - Vymura was vinyl based and it was difficult to stick anything on the wall. These were the days before blu-tack so I used bostick! Eventually the poster came off the wall - together with a couple of rolls of wallpaper! I wasn't popular I can tell you. I wanted to re-create the wallpaper, predominantly large petals.

 

Peggy, oil on canvas

Peggy oil on canvas

When we moved to Liverton over 30 years ago we embraced village life. We kept chickens, ducks and geese. This is a painting I did of Peggy. I had bought a book on using oils but the subject of a flower did nothing to inspire me. I was sitting at the kitchen table as the light was good. As I looked out of the window Peggy came to the window as if to say "paint me!" So I did. She stared at me intently and just as I finished she walked away. I haven't really used oils since as I prefer watercolours or acrylics but I definately captured the moment here with Peggy. Our geese were named after our grandparents. Jo, the gander was named after Jon's grandad. Peggy was named after Jon's grandma and Dolly was named after my nana.

 

 Day 24 Night time. 1960's.

I think it was on a Thursday - Tales from Europe. Allegedly Children's TV however I must say there were some very macarbe and dark episodes so much so that this has remained in my memory. Note the cartoon storyboard is numbered 1 - 6. 1. Uncle Moss, myself and Shen the dog typical 5pm - Uncle Moss reading the paper and myself glued to the TV. 2. The Snow Queen by Hans Christian Anderson. The actual drama itself featured real people as actors but when the Snow Queen came looking for the boy it was depicted through an animated cartoon . The tension as the sleigh came nearer to the house was intense. 3. The Snow Queen comes right up to the window, searching for the boy so the whols screen was her eye - searching from right to left. The whole episode was dark. 4. Bedtime. Auntie Dot would stand on a stool and pull the curtains shut. 5. As Auntie Dot was short she couldn't reach the top of the curtains they crossed in the middle - reminding me of the cartoon of the Snow Queens searching eye - I always thought she was looking for me - pretty worrying as an eught year old or thereabouts. 6. I would turn over in my bed where Uncle Moss had his wardrobe. My eyes were tightly shut and when I dared open my eyes and look up at the handles of the wardrobe they were fixed on with wooden brackets - and guess what they looked like!

Saturday August 30th

 It was a year ago, August 30th when we first viewed this house! We moved in on March 26th and told ourselves we wouldn't do anything major for a year. So far we have :-

erected a new rear fence

replaced the garage door

added a new unit in the kitchen

instakled new vertical blinds

re-decorated the spare bedroom

The 2 rooms which really let the house down were the downstairs cloakroom and the spare bedroom. We had the spare bedroom decorated so when we eventually re-decorate the lounge we will have a room to sit in as an alternative as there will be a few days possibly more than a week's jobs which need sorting.

This week we had a new cloakroom fitted. 

5th August - Maiden voyage!

 Yesterday we collected Gloria, as we have decided to call her. The weather was dreadful to start with but the sun came out for our trip to Goathland. 

We were given Ted by the Motor company so he had top views as we motored through the North York Moors!

We just packed a flask of boiling water and enjoyed a cup of tea as the NYMR steam train passed by.

We are "winging it" and making it up as we go! We have a neighbour who use to go camping and is sorting out some stuff for us - Watch this space!

31st July

 It's August tomorrow - where does the time go?

Considering we said we wouldn't do ANYTHING in the new house for A YEAR! I sort of started using the phrase "We wont do ANYTHING MAJOR" for a year but let's face it the year is flying by and we have been here 4 months which is A THIRD of a year!

There were things we HAD to fix for security reasons, a fence panel, a new garage door, and we are currently planning the new makeover of the downstairs cloakroom which is scheduled for 26th August. The 2 rooms which let the house down and obviously were in the original state were the downstairs cloakroom and the spare bedroom. We are planning on redecorating the lounge/dining area and hall/staircase and landing in the new year. However I pointed out to Jon that we needed a room to use when the lounge etc would be decorated - so we (me) had the notion that we would sort out the spare bedroom.

Progress so far. Wallpaper stripped and now emulsin - Wimbourne White.

I have decided on neutral colours. The carpet is wool and will be cleaned next week. I have ordered the curtains which will take about 3 weeks.

Exciting times!

A new chapter!

 We bought this yesterday! We have a VW white transporter for the business which we have had from new and it has a low mileage, however it is looking tatty due to some rusting - the disadvantage of a white van. We were thinking about modifying it to house a seating area and table. We called at our local VW camper saleroom and this was on show. It has seating for 5 and a fold down bed. It doesn't have any sink or fridge fitted so it is exactly what we want. We will collect it around 1st August when we will tax it. We have joined a couple of groups who have a database of various places, ie pubs, farmshops etc who allow overnight parking. It will be a timid toe in the water for camping and with our induction hob we have the power point necessary to rustle up a bacon butty! Fun on the cards I hope. We will sell our current white van through the business as it's on the books but this is ours! Watch this space!

Saturday June 28th

 We have been here now for 3 months believe it or not and how our life has changed - for the best. Jon continues to work from the workshop which is roughly 9 miles away. At our previous house the workshop was 5 minutes away so I pack Jon up with a sandwich etc. Some days I go into the workshop - usually a Tuesday as I go on to Saltburn for Slimming world. (Diamond Target member) I don't need to go every week but I have friends there who have been on the slimming journey and we have a lot in common. It helps with setting a routine too. We briefly discussed the possibility of re-locating the workshop but having done that once a few years ago the costs involved out weigh the 9 mile journey which is a lovely route too as it is on the moor road (A171) to Whitby. The rental rates are higher here and we would need to hire a contractor to move the heavy machinery (about £3,000 - £4000) and the installastion of 3 phase electricity - about the same price. 

The fact that we have shops on our doorstep is fantastic. 5 minutes from M&S! 6pm is yellow label time and I am there most days - the freezer is full. We had to have a new fence panel due to the previous one being of disrepair and with 3 dogs to keep secure it was a priority. The house on the other side of the fence in the next road often had a dog running in the garden so I went round just to say about the fence being removed and replaced so their dog didn't escape. On the 2 occasions I went round there was no answer and I just caught the owner working on his car so I told him. I didn't give it another thought. A few days later I was in M&S when one of the assistants came up to me. She recognised me from the doorbell camera. It was at the time of the big cyber attack on M&S. She asked me if we ate chicken - subsequently she brought round 2 carriers packed with chicken breasts, various portions, a whole chicken, 2 half chickens and endless pizzas etc. The system was down and food was being wasted - hence our freezer was full and continues to be so. A great new friend there.

House wise - we have made the decision to live here for a year before we make any changes. We had an additional unit installed in the kitchen and that's about it. For security reasons we had new garage door fitted on 26th June and a fence panel as mentioned. A new led light in the kitchen and the garage was rewired for obvious safety reasons. The downstairs cloakroom lets the house down as it is so outdated. There is a recurring problem with the flushing of the toilet and whilst we had a plumber to look at it, it would seem the problem is with the drain so now the garage door is sorted (the drain cover is in the garage) we can get this sorted and then have a new sink and toilet installed and update the cloakroom.

It has been great to work in the garden. My hanging baskets which we bought in October 2024 are still going strong and I have made a note of the creeping bugle and have taken cuttings to use for my own baskets.

I saw this hare when we were in Goathland and Jon bought it for my birthday.

Our local facebook pong group was offering some ceramic planters - I was first in the queue! 

We are right next to the old railway line so the dogs are getting lots of exercise - as we are. We walk into the town and only use the car for shopping for heavy items like sacks of dog food, tins of dogfood etc. 

Jon's mum had an incredible 95th birthday celebration in Goathland, home of Heartbeat series. We go there every Saturday without fail. Through contacts we located the group who re-enact the characters. Mavis's favourite is Greengrass so this made her day.

She suffered a fall in early June and is currently in hospital - we keep in touch with the group and they sent her a get well card, so thoughtful.

Update then so far!

Watch this space.

Sunday 18th March 2025

 Unbelieveable but we have a moving date! 10 days to go!

 Saturday November 2nd.

The viewings on the Saturday went well. Monday morning the Estate Agents rang to say there had been 2 offers. We went for the one willing to offer £5,000 over the asking price. They are cash buyers.

We had seen a house in Guisborough - exactly what we wanted but hadn't looked since.

As luck would have it the house was still for sale. We made an offer and it was accepted. The house is empty.

12 weeks apparently! Being realistic end of January/early February!

Watch this space!

Thursday 3rd October

 Well initially the Wheelhorse Garden Tractor did not sell. We had put offers to start at £200 but whilst there were plenty "watchers" no offers. Ebay automatically re-listed it and out of the blue we got an offer of £300 so we accepted, it is to be collected on Saturday.

If you remember the estate agent was due on Thursday. Tuesday night the fridge freezer decided to die on us. Ofcourse it was quite a spectacular exit involving water everywhere. As it was integrated it wasn't going to be straight forward so we moved the frozen food into the chest freezer in the garage and stored the fridge contents in the garage where it is cold. The photo of the kitchen wouldn't show any of this. We shopped around for a replacement and went with Screwfix - if we ordered the day before it would be delivered the following day. We phoned on Thursday and it arrived 7am Friday.

I spent a good few days tidying, clearing, decluttering and cleaning.

The house is now on the market!

https://www.rightmove.co.uk/properties/153263333#/?channel=RES_BUY

Watch this space!

Friday 20th September

 This is part of a garden project which Jon had plans for but never had the time to complete.

It's part of a wheelhorse garden tractor. Wheelhorse was an American company. When I looked this up I noticed there was a book all about the story of the wheelhorse company (Straight from the Horses Mouth) and thought about buying it for Jon but stopped myself (and there was the price!) we are downsizing, heading towards minimalism! At the beginning of the week we said we had 2 jobs we had to do before the house went on the market. Listing the Wheelhorse on Ebay (will be Sunday) and cutting/trimming the front hedge so any potential buyers passing the house will be able to see it!

Well both done! Estate Agent coming on Thursday to take photos so it will be on Rightmove asap!

Watch this space!