Last Sunday the Wealden Times invited us to hang out around a large field, eat from a hog roast and watch a game of polo. It was my first time and I watched attentively but still have no idea what the rules are. It was 'the girls' (Caroline and Dorothy) against the Argentinians (rather handsome). There was much indeterminate play leading to free goes, the chukkas were supposed to be of a certain length but all different but weren't what they were supposed to be anyway.
21 women attending were offered a 'go' at kissing the newest Argentinian player as he was 21 that day. I declined.
Then out came the most splendid cup cakes decorated exquisitely and a much needed sugar rush.
Well it was different.
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Monday, 28 September 2009
In search of peace and Co2 emissions
The builders, who have been next door for 5 unrelenting months, have pretended to leave. They took the scaffolding down as proof. However, this doesn’t stop them entering the house with their ear-piercing, screeching, headache-inducing tools and use the more conventional stairs.
So, on Sunday, armed with maps and lots of pictures of lovely looking cottages in rural locations we headed South. Lamberhurst was our first stop. The Grey decided to adopt a scoring system and gave it 5/10. Not enough life, apparently. Wadhurst was better with 7/10. Or at least we assume it will be when the gas men have finished digging up the roads. Flimwell and Hawkhurst served up an abundance of white weather board and of course the cinema there, previously a school, and showing mainly art house and foreign films is perfect. The Grey was bored with the scoring system by now.
One of the picture postcard cottages had an agent’s board announcing they were open 7 days a week (what recession?) and was in Goudhurst so we hot footed it there. By this time I had got in and out of the car about seventeen times and was feeling weak with 3 point turns and windy country lanes so I insisted we stopped for tea at the Star and Eagle Hotel where you can sit out the back and gaze over the magnificent view.
Mary at the estate agents was cheerful, plump, rosy cheeked and laughed a lot. Nothing like an estate agent. Although she did say properties were flying off the market in no time and no point in looking at anything until we’ve got our HIP in place. Mm..
The Grey asked, ‘What’s a HIP? Can we do it ourselves?’ ‘No darling,’ I explained. ‘It’s some legal thing to do with energy efficiency and Co2 emissions. There’s a score on the bottom of all these pretty cottages.’
We looked at the scores for the first time. Terrible. Old houses don’t score well.
We decided not to worry as most buyers probably don’t look at the scores unless they are members of the Green party or similar.
In the sleepy haze of the evening I heard: ‘Don’t worry, darling. I’ll take charge of the ZIP,’
Why am I worried?
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So, on Sunday, armed with maps and lots of pictures of lovely looking cottages in rural locations we headed South. Lamberhurst was our first stop. The Grey decided to adopt a scoring system and gave it 5/10. Not enough life, apparently. Wadhurst was better with 7/10. Or at least we assume it will be when the gas men have finished digging up the roads. Flimwell and Hawkhurst served up an abundance of white weather board and of course the cinema there, previously a school, and showing mainly art house and foreign films is perfect. The Grey was bored with the scoring system by now.
One of the picture postcard cottages had an agent’s board announcing they were open 7 days a week (what recession?) and was in Goudhurst so we hot footed it there. By this time I had got in and out of the car about seventeen times and was feeling weak with 3 point turns and windy country lanes so I insisted we stopped for tea at the Star and Eagle Hotel where you can sit out the back and gaze over the magnificent view.
Mary at the estate agents was cheerful, plump, rosy cheeked and laughed a lot. Nothing like an estate agent. Although she did say properties were flying off the market in no time and no point in looking at anything until we’ve got our HIP in place. Mm..
The Grey asked, ‘What’s a HIP? Can we do it ourselves?’ ‘No darling,’ I explained. ‘It’s some legal thing to do with energy efficiency and Co2 emissions. There’s a score on the bottom of all these pretty cottages.’
We looked at the scores for the first time. Terrible. Old houses don’t score well.
We decided not to worry as most buyers probably don’t look at the scores unless they are members of the Green party or similar.
In the sleepy haze of the evening I heard: ‘Don’t worry, darling. I’ll take charge of the ZIP,’
Why am I worried?
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Went to my first Athena meeting today in Guildford. What a wonderful group of women! So welcoming and so supportive. There must have been 25 of us and there was lots of interest in the first hens dancing event in Guildford on 20th October which is a Supper Club at Olivetto's.
Jose talked about what hypnotherapy can do for you and it sounded amazing. I would love to be able to self-hypnotise. Great when life's all pililng up on top of you and you just want to escape for a while!
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Jose talked about what hypnotherapy can do for you and it sounded amazing. I would love to be able to self-hypnotise. Great when life's all pililng up on top of you and you just want to escape for a while!
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