Dear All,
We had another heavy snowfall Thursday afternoon but it was damper and has nearly all gone now – funny how quickly the novelty wears off.
One of my new acquaintances from U3A (an ex schools inspector who knows Gervase Finn well) phoned with the sad news that his wife had been diagnosed with pancreatic and liver cancer and the family had come across a German vegetable juice remedy. He needed a source of beetroot, carrots, celery, potatoes and black radish and they all had to be organic. As he had not heard of black radish he wasn’t sure where to begin. I think they might be clutching at straws but it probably helps to be trying something. Anyway I managed to source all but the black radish, which I suspect does not exist in organic form in the UK, and he was arranging to fly some in from Switzerland. Later he phoned to say that his son had located the actual juice already prepared in a health food shop in Cambridge! The whole family are going to undertake the diet of nothing but the juice for 42 days!
Geodyssey this week was on Volcanoes and Tectonic plates; I have sent our lecturer my photos of Cotapaxi and Fuji as he was asking for “copyright free” material.
“Finished” is always a dangerous word re a decorating project so this week I cleaned out the cupboard under the fish tank and painted it. Our new furniture arrived Wednesday and we are very pleased with it – a sideboard with top unit, We have been gradually sorting and replacing all the other “stuff” that we moved for the decoration and I took the remainder of the wall units to Emmaus at Landbeach (Kate had already taken half the load).
New furniture
Krakatoa
It was “cancer week” I am afraid as I went to visit one of our old NIAB directors, John MacLeod, on Wednesday. He thought he had pulled a back muscle but has been diagnosed with prostate cancer.
It was half term for Antarctica this week so I rejoined the Ramblers on Thursday. We met at Great Abington and walked via Hildersham and Babraham roughly 9 miles but it seemed like longer as the ground was beginning to thaw. The pace was telling as one chap (Jess Cartner-Morley’s father-in-law) collapsed, but recovered eventually.
It was time to write the next gardening column this week – difficult to raise enthusiasm for sowing when the garden is covered with snow.
Great Abington
Esther came up Saturday to go curtain shopping with Kate and has stayed the night as we expect Ben for lunch today. He cycled up from Streatham to Cambridge on Friday (as you do) for a gathering of mates.
We have Peter Jackson, the blind pianist, at chapel this weekend. He gave a concert last night and is taking services today. As a failed pianist it is very humbling to see and hear someone who can’t see the notes performing so expertly. Classic quote from one of our Irish ladies “How old is Peter?” “74” “and does he still drive himself?”
Love
Mike & Kate