Nuisance sales calls

It's a scenario with which I'm sure we're all familiar.

You're sitting down to dinner, discussing your day, work, school etc.

The phone rings.  Glances are exchanged - who's going to get up from their meal and answer it.

You try and sit tight, but the phone's still ringing and it's not going to stop.

It'll be a sales call, you think, but then you've got the nagging doubt that it might be a family member having a crisis, so you put your cutlery down, get up from the table and shuffle through to find the phone.

'Hello?' you say into the receiver, and then you get one of the responses you've grown to despise.

'Mis-sold PPI?  Solar panels?  I'm not trying to sell you anything... Is your PC playing up?  Does your Dyson need a service?'

Now, I'm a woman of infinite patience - actually that's not true, but I'm married and have a child, so I'm fairly patient on a good day - but I could actually scream when faced with these questions.  I don't even own a Dyson!

I've signed up to the Telephone Preference Service, and I tell the sales people this - but I swear I can hear them thinking 'I don't care.  Meals will get cold, you'll miss bits of your favourite TV shows, we'll disrupt you in the shower, we'll call you on your mobile, wherever you are we will ring you because that's our job.'

But I can't be rude to them, even though they drive me mad.  Because ultimately it is their job.  They're trying to pay their bills, feed their kids etc. 

My coping strategy developed over the years is to stop them as soon as I can in their script, tell them very politely that I'm not interested, and to thank them for their call.  Genuinely, that's what I do, and it usually stuns them into silence.

However, I do feel angry about the companies that make huge profits from bullying elderly people into charitable giving.  When one of those call me, I can't promise I shall be so polite!

'If wet in Village Hall' - the Great British Summer Fete

The Summer Fete/Flower Festival season is in full swing.

It's just a pity that the weather doesn't always play ball with the array of outdoor events planned for what should be a glorious English Summer (yes, I'm aware we've had a mini heatwave, but sadly it won't last!)

All too often whilst driving through our corner of Northamptonshire I see a sign advertising the village fete, accompanied by another one stating 'if wet in Village Hall'.

I think that should become our motto - that sign carries with it a sense that we resign ourselves to the fact that the fate of our summer outings relies upon the weather, and we just adapt and carry on regardless.

We went to the Harringworth Fete the other weekend.  It was dry when we set off, but upon arrival - you've guessed it - the heavens opened and it rained quite heavily.

Fortunately, one of the lovely ladies organising it lent us an umbrella, so we remained dry as we perused the stalls, had tea and cake and listened to the Gretton Silver Band playing Singing In the Rain, appropriately enough, amongst other tunes.

I even managed to win a bottle of gin on the bottle raffle, and I thought our run of bad luck on the tombola had changed when my daughter managed to produce a ticket ending in a five.

However she did look a little crestfallen when she was presented with a tin of Essential Waitrose borlotti beans.  Still, a win's a win and they're now sitting in my pantry while I decide into which recipe they'll be incorporated.

There was a coconut shy, face painting, and a 'treasure hunt' where you had to  guess where a £50 note was buried - never have I stared at a patch of grass for so long trying to see the slightest disturbance!

The viaduct looked its usual magnificent self, even in the rain, and I did think to myself how lucky we are to live in such a beautiful part of the county.

Respect

Aretha Franklin sang about it, and Erasure asked for us to give a little - yes, I'm talking about respect.

I mean the true meaning of the word too.  There seems to be a distinct lack of it at the moment, and this needs changing please.

I know when people are young they do silly things, but - thinking here about the recent story of the backpackers in Malaysia - if you're lucky enough to be able to take a year off to go travelling at least first read a guide book about the areas you're planning to visit.

I would imagine in this digitally enabled age you're able to find such information on tablets and smartphones too - they're not just for taking the ubiquitous 'duck pout' selfies!

If you're travelling to a conservative area of the globe, which has strict customs, rules and regulations, read up on it and make sure you don't cause offence.

Having said that, please tell me that getting naked in public and urinating is surely frowned upon in most places still these days?!

And while I'm on the topic of respect, I was also appalled to hear about the two 17 year-old schoolboys from Cambridgeshire who tried to steal artefacts from Auschwitz.

Whilst on a school history trip they had spotted some items on the ground, including buttons, a rusted hair clipper, and fragments of spoon and glass, near a building where guards had kept prisoners' confiscated belongings.

So what did they do?  They pocketed them.  Apparently they weren't thinking.  Sorry, but who visits somewhere like Auschwitz and then doesn't think?

These were pupils from the independent Perse School, and I read that the headmaster has apologised unreservedly and the boys have expressed real remorse, which I suppose is something.

But I would like to hope that visitors to such places remember the history behind them, and behave in a far more appropriate manner. 

And, although it should go without saying, no selfies.  Know when to show some respect and restraint please.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-33237625

The Women's Cycling Tour, 2015

It has to be said that it's not often a national sporting event hurtles through North Northamptonshire.

We often feel quite forgotten about up here, as everything seems to be focussed on the south of the county and Silverstone etc.

So it was great that the Women's Tour came through our corner of the county, and we could showcase how beautiful the countryside, villages and towns are up here.

I was in Gretton, standing near the village green to watch the peloton - see, I've even learnt the fancy lingo! - fly past.

My friends and I had arrived early to grab a drink at the lovely Lydia's Coffee Shop near the green, and we chose our viewpoint to see as much as we could.

Which is just as well because they do really go past very quickly!  Fortunately friends of mine with smartphones and tablets were able to film it, whereas I just watched, cheered and waved until my arm ached.

These women are amazing - I can't imagine what speed they were going at when the got to the bottom of Station Road, which is a fairly steep hill to those unfamiliar with the area.

I imagine the climb up Rockingham Hill proved more of a challenge though!

There were a lot of spectators present, including all the children from Gretton Primary who'd come to cheer on the competitors.

There was an amazing atmosphere, and the excitement started to build when the Police outriders came through.  They were fabulous, and waved happily to all the children.

By the time the cyclists arrived, the cheering reached an ear-shattering crescendo and there was a sea of flag waving and happy faces.

I couldn't get over how many support vehicles they had with them - not only loads of cars carrying spare bikes, but roadside recovery vehicles, paramedics, and an ambulance, all of whom also gave us a cheery wave as they went past.

Let's hope they enjoyed visiting us up here in the north and come back next year.

KettFest 2015

We really enjoyed our visit to KettFest the other weekend.

There was free parking in the council-run car parks, which is always a bonus, and as we walked down the path from the swimming pool car park towards the town my eagle-eyed husband spotted a pink pig.

I jest not, there was a small fluffy pink pig tucked into one of the trees in the Parish Church grounds.  Fortunately we had read about the 'orphaned' teddies which had been hidden around Kettering, so picked it up and its tag revealed it was indeed one of those rather than one that had been discarded by a disgruntled child in a buggy!

So we adopted 'Pinky' - that was the name on his name-tag, complete with instructions to visit Bear With Me on Market Street for an adoption certificate.

But before we did that, we headed to The Blitz Tearooms, next to Kettering Library.

It was our first visit - I'd been promising myself for ages that I'd go there, and we finally made it.  What a fabulous little place, all bedecked in 1940s memorabilia, it was like stepping back in time, or at least onto the set of Dad's Army!

The staff were great too, dressed in authentic 1940s garb, and music of the period played gently in the background which added to the atmosphere.

Another family were in there, who had found an orphaned teddy too.  We had a brief discussion about our finds, before settling down to wonderful drinks and cakes, with Pinky sitting on his own chair watching proceedings.

After this quick pitstop, we visited the lovely lady in Bear With Me, who was genuinely delighted that we'd found one of the toys she'd lovingly hidden for the community festival.  She gave us our adoption certificate and a leaflet of the other KettFest events.

I wish we could have stayed longer, as there were lots of different things happening in and around the town.  It was a great idea, thanks to everyone who took part.

Heaven is a place on Earth...

My family and I went to the Exton Street Market on Bank Holiday Monday.

I'd never heard of it before - in truth, I didn't really know where Exton was - but we set forth with hope in our hearts and a few quid in our pockets to go and see what it was all about.

To the uninitiated, Exton is a smallish village the other side of Rutland Water from here, and the Street Market sees as many villagers as want to take part, set up stalls outside their homes selling just about anything and everything.

We meandered around the village chatting to people, and the atmosphere was great.  Numerous food and drink options were available, and there were a whole host of stalls including the obligatory tombolas where we won absolutely nothing.

At the village green we spoke to the Rutland Ferret group, who had a number of ferrets - apparently the collective noun is 'business' - some of whom had been rescued but were now living the high life with their new owners, quite literally, as they had their own hammocks to relax in!

At one house there was a book sale, and the stall holder tried to attract my attention by offering me Fifty Shades of Grey.  Quite why she thought that was the best bet to lure me in is probably better left as a mystery, but when I politely declined she hurriedly added 'But I haven't read it myself!' which I found amusing.

We continued on our journey, briefly stopping at the music stall where there were curiously a lot of Michael Ball CDs for sale.  But in amongst these, and numerous showtune albums, I did spot The Best Of Belinda Carlisle (Vol 1) for the princely sum of £1, which is now playing in my stereo while I type.

I had this on tape originally, which I haven't played for years, and I'd forgotten how good it was.  It turns out that I can still remember most of the words too!

Car Share

I surely can't have been the only person thinking 'Turn the car around John, go and tell Kayleigh how you feel about her!' while the strains of Pure And Simple by Hear'Say played in the background, track two of Now 48.

Apologies if you don't know what I'm talking about - I am, of course, assuming that everybody watched the fabulous Car Share by Peter Kay.

Another brilliant sitcom by the comic genius who brought us Phoenix Nights, it had everything from roll-on-the-floor, pop-out-a-hernia-laughing moments (this nearly happened to me in the episode where John fell over posting his Nana's birthday card), to more poignant and thoughtful scenes.

In truth, it was a very simple concept - two people sharing a commute to work - but it was perfectly executed, and we watched their relationship develop as they discussed their lives, loves and disappointments on the daily drive to the supermarket in which John worked as a manager and Kayleigh was on promotions.

It was accompanied by some fabulous background music, supplied courtesy of fictional radio station Forever FM - it turns out that this has proved so popular there's even been a BBC playlister created with all the tunes on it - http://www.bbc.co.uk/music/playlists/zzzzg5

There were also a lot of subtle visual jokes, which are well worth taking a second or even third look at on iPlayer because, like me, you probably missed them the first time.  My favourites include one about a missing husband, and a shop named after Bob Carolgees.

In addition each episode featured semi-animated surreal dream sequences, perhaps best described as a mix of Salvador Dali meets Mary Poppins - trust me, it will all make sense when you watch them if you haven't already!

All in all, it was a great show and I'm hoping that a second series will be commissioned.  I'm looking forward to seeing what happens next with John and Kayleigh, and what music Forever FM will play in the background.