tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post7386484046137863262..comments2024-03-28T00:45:25.150+00:00Comments on Yorkshire Pudding: NothingYorkshire Puddinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-32596624029823532902019-05-10T09:50:02.341+01:002019-05-10T09:50:02.341+01:00I suspect that my Latin master would have used &qu...I suspect that my Latin master would have used "divertidum" in place of "fun" and that you would have been whacked around the back of the head with a rolled up copy of "The Daily Telegraph"..."See me in my study Edwards!"Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-79369518534518537452019-05-10T09:44:03.100+01:002019-05-10T09:44:03.100+01:00The unremarkable days make the remarkable days so ...The unremarkable days make the remarkable days so much better.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-87827180149394837052019-05-10T09:42:37.155+01:002019-05-10T09:42:37.155+01:00As you say, you are someone who knows how to live ...As you say, you are someone who knows how to live happily with periods of solitude when nothing much is happening. Some folk never adjust to that.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-17488654204830726062019-05-10T09:39:46.170+01:002019-05-10T09:39:46.170+01:00He must be envious of your teacher's pension R...He must be envious of your teacher's pension Red.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-55829446082361260282019-05-10T09:24:35.682+01:002019-05-10T09:24:35.682+01:00I guess that when we are young we have our ploughi...I guess that when we are young we have our ploughing years, our sowing years and our growing years - in the midst of life.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-46106619989375720802019-05-10T07:39:56.010+01:002019-05-10T07:39:56.010+01:00my mother who is 84 describes it as the waiting fo...my mother who is 84 describes it as the waiting for the reaper years kate steeperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05772776996207438308noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-78080520786439916122019-05-10T02:09:17.966+01:002019-05-10T02:09:17.966+01:00Charlie sounds like he was a very good man. I'...Charlie sounds like he was a very good man. I'd like a few days to spend alone. My brother , who will be eighty next year still actively farms with a son. He should not be doing this.Redhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17996243850279671523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-11375794614006466772019-05-10T00:59:09.798+01:002019-05-10T00:59:09.798+01:00I love quiet days...days in which nothing is happe...I love quiet days...days in which nothing is happening...when nobody is disturbing my peace...days I don't have to go out and about. I love my chosen solitude.<br /><br />I make no excuses...I give none, nor any apology...for enjoying my reclusive lifestyle. I've already been out and about tearing up the town twice this week...that is enough for me...and for the locals! :)<br /><br />Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15835982875620956300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-18451610554895407362019-05-10T00:32:20.445+01:002019-05-10T00:32:20.445+01:00There are many days when nothing overly remarkable...There are many days when nothing overly remarkable happens and it sometimes makes me wonder if I am wasting my life but I'm not sure what I should have been doing apart from what I am doing......<br /><br />kyliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08964475783207438103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-77237751594201010012019-05-10T00:25:37.448+01:002019-05-10T00:25:37.448+01:00He sold the land and at that time all of the anima...He sold the land and at that time all of the animals had gone. It was just arable.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-63446337024100156262019-05-09T23:13:03.783+01:002019-05-09T23:13:03.783+01:00I was up early this morning. Popped into town and ...I was up early this morning. Popped into town and the Castle Grounds for my walk. Stopped for my coffee and met a friend and eventually, after doing odds and ends and meeting people in the Coop (it's a small town and a huge supermarket with lots of space to talk) I arrived home. After some lunch and household chores I spent the afternoon in the garden. I caught up with the blog before making dinner and going out for an evening bowls match. So much time occupied and so little achieved i the eyes of many. Unless you measure achievement by contentment. In which case I have achieved a great deal. <i>Tempus fugit cum erant 'habens fun.</i>Graham Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11196744947133121475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-29415220553444997702019-05-09T21:42:02.894+01:002019-05-09T21:42:02.894+01:00Sometimes I wish for a 'boring' day but I ...Sometimes I wish for a 'boring' day but I have not had one in years, not even when I was on sick leave for 4 weeks last year after my eye operation and not allowed to read, or be at the computer, or go for a run.<br />You mention that Charlie retired. That has me wondering how a farmer actually retires. Does he sell or rent the farm out to someone else working the land after him? What happens to the animals?Librarianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05704656564078750607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-48011791597857400272019-05-09T21:10:40.200+01:002019-05-09T21:10:40.200+01:00When Charlie was in his prime there wouldn't h...When Charlie was in his prime there wouldn't have been any "nothing" days. There was all that farming and three children plus a few animals. 24 hours a day would not have been enough. As you say, more "nothing" comes with age.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-68536232347550800472019-05-09T20:54:31.623+01:002019-05-09T20:54:31.623+01:00Any one of those things would make it difficult to...Any one of those things would make it difficult to initiate contact; with all of them combined it would be exceedingly hard. jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-80316292808752406012019-05-09T20:35:25.653+01:002019-05-09T20:35:25.653+01:00Your father-in-law Charlie sounds like a wonderful...Your father-in-law Charlie sounds like a wonderful man. I think the older we get the more "nothing" days we experience. For me I can have the same kind of day and one day it will seem a "nothing" day and the next it will be relaxing and wonderful. Sometimes it is a state of mind and I believe it can be affected by loneliness as well. Bonniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17738727252267659979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-84612892189261872362019-05-09T18:37:31.751+01:002019-05-09T18:37:31.751+01:00If we have "nothing" days we can think a...If we have "nothing" days we can think and we can remember and in contrast they make the full days more precious.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-15656393284621908282019-05-09T18:35:18.190+01:002019-05-09T18:35:18.190+01:00It is these days but before mechanisation many mor...It is these days but before mechanisation many more people worked the land.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-4954329102824579852019-05-09T18:34:25.012+01:002019-05-09T18:34:25.012+01:00He lived in a riverside hamlet - less than sixty r...He lived in a riverside hamlet - less than sixty residents and no pub or shop. No bus service. He was quite shy.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-50522183508401853342019-05-09T17:59:54.660+01:002019-05-09T17:59:54.660+01:00I think sometimes we actually need a bit of "...I think sometimes we actually need a bit of "nothing"... But it's not always easy to turn it into an interesting blog post! (You did. Congratulations!)DawnTreaderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04533307672147117843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-86937861889584299682019-05-09T17:58:03.625+01:002019-05-09T17:58:03.625+01:00A lovely piece, Mr pudding.
Farming is indeed a so...A lovely piece, Mr pudding.<br />Farming is indeed a solitary and lonely calling.Christinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16093533351238991113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-50537987208525356912019-05-09T17:31:05.251+01:002019-05-09T17:31:05.251+01:00I find that quite sad about your father-in-law'...I find that quite sad about your father-in-law's boring days. Do you think it bothered him, after a lifetime of purpose, to fall on those empty days at the end? In my opinion, based solely on my own life's observations, those who have either a purpose or a circle of friends, no matter how small, tend not to feel that alone-ness. But depending on where one lives, it can be hard to have that social circle. I'm thinking here of how my mother moved back to my town after years away, and found a few friends with whom she meets for coffee most days. Maybe it's easier for some people, too, the more extroverted kind, which she is.jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-47633141421471557822019-05-09T14:10:55.413+01:002019-05-09T14:10:55.413+01:00Of course we always wake up. We eat. We clean. We ...Of course we always wake up. We eat. We clean. We look out of the window but for Charlie such days were apparently "Nothing" and "Boring". That's how he called it and who are we to disagree?Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-6332540219056330502019-05-09T14:01:59.614+01:002019-05-09T14:01:59.614+01:00Something ALWAYS happens. Every day. It might be t...Something ALWAYS happens. Every day. It might be the sighting of a favorite bird or the unexpected meet-up and chat with a neighbor or discovering that the beans in the garden are about ready to start picking. At least, that's the way it is for me. But I can see Charlie's point- so much of life is very much the same-old, same-old and yes, that's just the way it is for most of us. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-45778427834991900102019-05-09T12:23:57.941+01:002019-05-09T12:23:57.941+01:00She isn't bald and she doesn't have hairy,...She isn't bald and she doesn't have hairy, muscular arms...but I see a lot of him in her.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-22245081068857149572019-05-09T12:15:17.245+01:002019-05-09T12:15:17.245+01:00Most of my days are like that now. I just blog abo...Most of my days are like that now. I just blog about whatever pops into my head. Charlie sounds like a lovely man and I bet his daughter takes after him :)JayCeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01373622852406554111noreply@blogger.com