Nelson’s Column


Sam and Holly, Malachi and Orlaith arrived today to spend a few days towards the end of  their UK trip.

Malachi is a great reader, so his first visit was to the library from which I was happy to pass on to him a selection of books.

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Lexulous is the Scrabble-like game I play on line. He wanted to challenge me, so he and Sam needed to work out how to load it onto Sam’s device.

Sam and Malachi 3

First they operated together.

Malachi 1

Mal continued on his own.

Malachi 2

One of the advantages of having your opponent across the room is that you can give him the eye when you have him in trouble.

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Orlaith broke her arm falling from a climbing frame in Snowdonia, and has become a dab hand at working with just one. Take drawing for example. As she said,0 it was a good thing she hadn’t broken her drawing hand.

Sam and OrlaighOrlaigh 3Orlaigh 1Orlaigh 2

She was also able to take over the Lexulous game on Sam’s mobile phone.

Jackie and Malachi 1Jackie and Malachi 2Jackie and Malachi 3

Meanwhile Malachi was quick to learn the Bookworm game on Jackie’s p.c.

After this Sam took his son off to the library to practice his violin playing. The music was really very pleasant, as it drifted through the kitchen.

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This left Jackie free to help Orlaith build a tower

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which, with the addition of the man himself in rodent form and black and white sheep as lions, she announced to be Nelson’s Column.

Desk with toys

If there are any glaring errors in this post, my excuse is that the tower, the mice, the sheep, and the numbers board were all transported to my desk where I was encouraged to play with them.

This evening we dined on Hordle Chinese Take Away fare, supplemented by fish fingers, cauliflower cheese, and strawberries and cream. Holly and I finished the malbec, Jackie drank Peroni, and Sam drank Doom Bar.

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This morning Becky, Ian, and I went shopping in Milford on Sea, where we had coffee and cakes in Inger-Lise’s excellent cafe.
Jackie weeded a new bed. When I returned I was of almost imperceptible assistance.
Because I play it most days, I haven’t mentioned the on-line word game Lexulous before. I transferred to this after the disastrous Mattel takeover of Scrabble. Both games are plagued by advertisements that interrupt them. In Lexulous the advertisements flicker in order to engage your attention until you have played your turn. Only today did Jackie come up with a useful idea, which was to place a post-it note on the screen obscuring the offending flashing lights. Others of the advertisements are down-right lies, informing you that your computer is about to crash or is overheating. Mattel’s Scrabble offers you ad-free games provided you are prepared to pay for the privilege.
Today Becky, as she often does, helped me with a PC solution. She introduced me to the free application Ad Blocker +, and installed it on my computer. Now I am ad free. If any of my friends who have given up the struggle against the frantic flashing are reading this, you may wish to come back.
This evening, there having been vast quantities prepared, we dined as we had done yesterday. I finished the wine and Ian drank Hoegaarden.
Ian's cross

Sir Garfield Sobers

A growling has emanated from the car in the last few days whenever Jackie has applied the brakes.  I could have understood it had it come from passengers, especially when she put her foot down heavily, but it definitely came from the vehicle, and only when the pedal was gently caressed.  We therefore decided to have the problem examined by Wells garage in Ringwood.  Jackie has found this firm, recommended by Helen, to be reliable, efficient, reasonably priced, and offering friendly service.

We drove to the garage this morning and left the car there whilst Bill drove Jackie to the Eales’ home in Poulner, to which I walked.  This took me along Northfield Drive at the end of which I turned right and on to Southampton Road which leads to The Mount, where Helen and Bill live.  Not having made this journey on foot before, I needed to be pointed in the right direction.  It was then almost straightforward.  There is, in Poulner, a Tudor period house which has been for sale for a very long time, it seems since soon after it was built.  It serves as a very useful landmark, so when it came into view I knew where I was.  I thought.

Tudor house in Poulner

I am used to travelling in Jackie’s car.  So I knew that I should walk past the house, continue for perhaps a quarter of a mile, turn around, go back past it, and take a left turn just before reaching Southampton Road again.  This, therefore, is what I did.  (In fairness, that only happened once, but it reads better as if it were a regular occurrence, especially as that really is what I did.)

Today’s rain was unrelenting.  The car’s brake pads needed replacing and would not be ready until late afternoon, so it was quite pleasant to stay the rest of the day with Jackie’s sister and brother-in-law, chatting and playing Scrabble.  Helen gave us a good salad lunch with her crusty home-made bread which reminded me of the smell of muslin-covered dough left overnight in my grandmother’s glazed earthenware mixing bowl.

The Scrabble led us to discuss the debacle of the on-line version which has been corrupted by Mattel, and the fact that many of the original players are moving to the more traditional Lexulous.  Helen and I are both what the Daily Mail has called silver surfers.   She has yet to try Lexulous which I recommended to her.

Before lunch, while Jackie and Helen were making plans for the sisters’ forthcoming camping weekend, Bill and I chatted in the sitting room.  Inevitably we spoke about sport, and he told me of how he acquired his treasured Walter Hammond four-star cricket bat.  That is his story, so I won’t steal his thunder, but it did remind me of how I secured Frank’s trophy.  Frank was a friend of the family in Newark.  Quite coincidentally, because Louisa met her husband after our friend had returned to Jamaica, Frank is Errol’s uncle.

Having spent his working life in England, this warm and friendly Jamaican and his wife Pansy decided to return to the land of their births when they retired.  I wanted to mark this with a suitable present.  It had become a tradition for Becky, Frank, and me to visit Trent Bridge for one day of the Test matches, so I had a good idea of a suitable subject.  But what would be the most apt gift?

Art on Glass in Bridge Street had, for many years, displayed in its window a perfect engraved portrait of probably the greatest all-round West Indian cricketer who has ever lived.  This was on a delicately coloured green glass which had been imported from Canada.  That was it.  That was Frank’s present.  Not the right island, but never mind, I thought.

I asked the proprietor to sell it to me.  The answer was a definite no.  The situation called for tactful persistence.  I explained why I wanted it.  He countered with the fact that this was the original of three he had made.  One of the others was auctioned at a local Country Club by the subject, who himself retained the other.  This of course made it all the more desirable.  I must have looked suitably crestfallen.  It has always been my policy to rely on people’s good nature, rather than try to beat them into submission.  The man offered to make another.  He was not prepared to do it on anything other than the Canadian glass.  That would take a little time, but we had about six months.  Well, the suppliers constantly let the craftsman down.  As we got nearer and nearer the departure date, and as my visits of enquiry became more and more frequent, I all but gave up hope.

Two weeks before the due date, the artist also gave up on the glass.  He announced that I could buy the original.  Frank was able to return to his native land with the very first copy of a most unusual portrait of Sir Garfield Sobers.

Back home this evening Jackie produced cod, chips, and mushy peas followed by bread and butter pudding for our dinner.  Good traditional English nosh.