Two Old Codgers

How the World strikes us

That was a comment from one of the hundreds (well, perhaps ten) of readers of the blog. I suppose it’s a reaction to the last few pages which all seem to have been death and destruction.
Chimney 2

Anyway, I decided to strain myself and be a bit more positive. Where should we start? Brexit;
Higherford Mill
Coronavirus, austerity, the economy - Naahhh! How about Spring? If I wade (well it has rained, hasn’t it?) across the lawn at the back of the house, just beyond our boundary wall, there is a great mill chimney which was built about 1830. It must be something like 500 yards from
Higherford Mill and I assume there is a flue built into the hillside to take the smoke away from the village.

The chimney is now a listed building and we are quite fond of the old chimney, in spite of cracks appearing in it which might mean it will fall on us when we are hanging out the washing. That would make a blog page wouldn't it! For us the chimney is one of the first harbingers of Spring when the Jackdaws start to pair and build their nest at the top.

Roe deer
Even though our bungalow is part of a small estate we are on the edge, with scrubby woodland between us and the village and plenty of wild birds. We regularly see Roe deer walk past our window on route to open countryside.

I tend to be a “Glass half empty” sort of person but Doreen balances things out - she is already making plans for the next millennium. At our age old friends tend melt away (I wonder where they go?) but we still have people who care for us and put up with our oft told tales of the good old days.

I think there must be a hole in the bag in my head that holds the marbles, I seem to be losing a few but I can still remember what I had for breakfast (I think it was toast and marmalade - or maybe it was honey). Onny road (As my old Granny used to say) I must get back to an idea for the next blog. I thought I would try the troubles in Azerbaijan. There must be troubles there and it will give me something to get my teeth into.

PS "Onny road" = any way


Comment from Steve

You certainly hit a nerve with the ‘miserable old git’ theme as I am constantly being told by various family members that I’m miserable and ’think too much’. I tell them that there’s a big difference between a miserable old git and someone who is deeply unhappy. I’d like to think that being a miserable old git is a sign of someone that just cares about his or her friends or community and is troubled by the threat of social change that, in turn, threatens them. Though maybe that’s a smokescreen for simply being a miserable old git!

I think being truly happy is a more important gauge. Psychologist Jordan Peterson says that you have to thoroughly understand historical human cruelty, suffering and misery before you can be truly happy. Compared to the everyday suffering of human beings thousands, or even hundreds of years ago, as bad as today’s world may seem, there has to be a great case for being grateful that we live in today’s world and privileged enough to actually be a miserable old git.

From one miserable old git to another

And then friend William joined in:

One day as I sat musing, sad and lonely without a friend, a voice came to me from out of the gloom saying, 'Cheer up. Things could be worse. ' So I cheered up and sure enough—things got worse.

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