That Was The Week That Was (I)

19 Aug


Such a good looking boy...

Such a good looking boy…

Hello Readers.

I don’t know if you remember me – I used to blog.  I’ve been so busy lately, however, I haven’t had a chance – well, we’ve had a couple of weeks here at Tilly Bud Towers!  A bruised scapula from chasing a rabbit; a septic appendix; and a hysterical teenager.  Not to mention exam results and poetry readings.  I’ll break it down into diary form or it will take up a third of the page just to repeat, ‘…and on Suchaday we…’  It will probably take a couple of days to regale you – you know I can never make a long story less than Lord of the Rings length.

Saturday 9 August

In the week prior to a week-last-Saturday, First World War anniversary fever hit me hard.  The Hub, Spud and I attended a candlelit walk around the park on Monday 4th, along with several hundred others, following a piper and six flag-wielding WWII veterans.  A short service followed before the Last Post was played, and all candles were extinguished at eleven p.m., to signal the moment one hundred years ago when Britain began to be at war with Germany.  It was incredibly moving.

I don’t know if my non-Brit readers know the story of Foreign Secretary Sir Edward Grey, but it is worth repeating:

A friend came to see me on one of the evenings of the last week […]. We were standing at a window of my room in the Foreign Office. It was getting dusk, and the lamps were being lit in the space below on which we were looking. My friend recalls that I remarked on this with the words: “The lamps are going out all over Europe, we shall not see them lit again in our life-time.”

From Grey’s memoir, published in 1925

DSCF1354To commemorate the start of the war, my church held an open morning with the theme, The Lamps Are Going Out.  As I was one of two people organising it, I spent the whole week working with my friend Pam The Great Administrator (she’s amazing and must only be spoken of in capital letters in my hearing) to collect artefacts, set up a slide show, arrange for costumes, rehearse poems and heavily promote the event.  The last bit worked especially well because we more than quadrupled our usual Saturday morning numbers.  Actually, it was even more than that, only I don’t know the correct term for ‘five times as many people came into church than is usual’.

We expected two tables of old bits on display but we had six.  Some people brought a table’s worth alone, and stayed with their stuff to chat to visitors and explain the (fascinating) history.

Pam baked delicious Anzac biscuits.  The children decorated glass candle holders.  We had period music playing in the background.  And Spud and I gave two readings of poems written between 1914-1919.  The whole event was a huge success, not least because it reminded us of what was sacrificed, at home and abroad.  Spud remarked to me that, as he was just eighteen, if he’d been born a hundred years ago he would probably have been off to war with all of his pals.  A sobering thought.DSCN3284

Sunday 10 August


Church followed by Stockport Writers.  It was my turn to chair.  I wanted to take the August meeting so I could use the theme, The Start of the War.  I hadn’t considered, three months earlier when I put down my name, that it came back-to-back with yesterday’s event and I woke up in a cold sweat in the middle of Thursday night, realising that I had nothing prepared.  Two hours and one irritable Molly later, it was done: I pared fictional and actual events down to their bare essentials – e.g. the assassination of Archduke Ferdinand became An angry teenager with a gun – and used them as prompts.


I had been in five minutes and had just poured boiling water into three mugs when there was a knock at the door.  A neighbour had seen a runaway rabbit and called at my house because I was on the corner and therefore would probably know who it belonged to.  With logic like that, it’s hard to believe we can win a raffle, never mind two world wars.

Still, I’m a sucker for a scared pie filling so I went out to help, calling for my pretty assistant the Hub to come along: animals love him and if anyone could catch it, it would be him.

Turns out anyone couldn’t catch it, including the Hub – it sat in a shrubbery patch, snaffling the carrots we used to entice it and ignoring the umbrella-thrashing we gave the bushes in an attempt to frighten it out.  The last we heard, it had eloped with a runaway pig and they had set up home in Tamworth.

The poor Hub didn’t have such a lucky escape: it was raining and he slipped on some cobbles, landing flat – hard! – on his back and breaking his watch, to the amusement of those neighbours who had come out to watch us chase the rabbit but felt no need to join in.  Or to help him up.

When I got him back inside, Spud was in a spin: having had a late night, he had only just got up.  He came downstairs to find half-made tea, still warm; the car in the drive; the back door unlocked; but no parents.  He tried calling us but our phones rang inside the house…he was creeped out like only a half-asleep teen with a vivid imagination can be.  The Hub would have laughed if it hadn’t hurt so much; but he refused to go to the hospital.

The Hub wasting away because of my neglect

The Hub wasting away because of my neglect


Tune in again – date to be determined because the excitement is still ongoing.

Coming soon: A day trip to Wales








32 Responses to “That Was The Week That Was (I)”

  1. slpmartin August 19, 2014 at 16:31 #

    As always an entertaining write…thanks for sharing your adventures…hope the Hub’s okay now.


  2. misswhiplash August 19, 2014 at 16:35 #

    Oh yes I remember you
    You,re the one who made my dreams come true
    Just a few kisses ago..

    Whoops right song, wrong place.
    Well you have been a busy TillyB but it is the same for me
    Once I would blog everyday but now its once in a blue moon.
    I do always read other posts and make comments but only write my own if I feel the urge.
    Do hope poor Hub has recovered from his Run Rabbit,Run Rabbit,Run,run,run ordeal. Spud did well in Exams, but got the colley wobbles when he thought he had been abandoned
    Nice to know that you are still around and wait for the next exciting episode


  3. vivienne blake August 19, 2014 at 16:54 #

    Who are you? Are you that malteser-loving writer I used to know?

    PS Quintuple.


  4. Three Well Beings August 19, 2014 at 17:25 #

    Oh my! I am so glad to hear from you, but at the same time, very sorry it has taken a series of “unfortunate events” to prompt the response. See, you do need us. 🙂 I wil have to wait to determine if there are real injuries, other than to pride, and I hope all is well. I would have really appreciated the many ways you’ve begun the WWI commemoration activities and remembrances. I’m charting my course to at least involve myself where there will be similar exhibits and a degree of focused attention. I doubt the focus on WWI in America wil be quite as somber because the cost wasn’t as great as it was in Britain, but the implications are still worth considering and I’m deeply interested. I’ll be looking forward to your next post! ox


    • The Laughing Housewife August 22, 2014 at 15:55 #

      I have wondered how other countries are marking the event; or even IF they are. It’s scarred into our national psyche but not everyone had the same experience, of course.

      I imagine the US will have similar commemorations for Vietnam War anniversaries.


  5. August 19, 2014 at 18:20 #

    I personally will never forget you silly woman ! You sent me a joke every night at 11:00 pm EST and it was always perfect timing! Life has a way of halting the bloggers sometimes. So nice to see you here !


  6. Tom Merriman August 19, 2014 at 19:54 #

    Ah Tilly, good to see you. I hope Hub and your spatula get better soon.
    I can see the candle-lit walk being very moving.


  7. robincoyle August 19, 2014 at 20:03 #

    Well, hello there! What a time you have had. I loved the line “umbrella thrashing we gave the bushes.” I could totally see you out there brandishing your brollie. (How British of me . . . ) Miss you, Tilly!


  8. colonialist August 19, 2014 at 20:11 #

    I see through your evil plot – the whole thing was set up to freak out Spud. Runaway rabbit – a likely story.


  9. laurieanichols August 19, 2014 at 20:42 #

    I love the hat! I love Spud’s malleable face! and I hope that the Hub is okay with the horrible fall. Where were Molly and Toby is the bunny escapade? Jack would have loved to help out!


  10. Grannymar August 19, 2014 at 20:42 #

    Was Hub singing:

    ‘Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run
    Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run
    Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer’s gun
    Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run, run’?

    Good to have you back.


  11. Rorybore August 19, 2014 at 23:51 #

    I bet Spud felt like that Simon Pegg zombie movie…..Shaun of the Dead!! LOL Or some other Zombie movie where the guy wakes up from a coma?? All I remember is Jeremy Renner was in the sequel to that one. I do hope the hubs in on the mend! And that tea was finally made of course.

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  12. funnypencil August 20, 2014 at 12:52 #

    Amusing story 🙂 I’m your new follower waiting for your new posts 🙂


  13. jmgoyder August 20, 2014 at 13:53 #

    You have made my day, Tilly – I have been a bit off blogging too lately so this was a joy!


  14. anotherday2paradise August 20, 2014 at 16:12 #

    I don’t know if I should feel more sorry for the Hub or Spud. I enjoyed your entertaining post, as always. Now, no more blogging; please just go and attend to your patient. 😛


  15. SchmidleysScribbling August 20, 2014 at 19:29 #

    Hub is so neglected his mustache fell out. Yes, I know who Sir Edward Grey is or was. Not for nothing did I study English history. Been reading many books on WWI. As for rabbits…we are overrun with the wild ones..too cute. Hope you feel better. My daughter had a septic appendix in January. Not fun. Love you Tilly.


  16. katharinetrauger August 20, 2014 at 23:01 #

    Only you! Heh heh. My poor dear Tilly! What’s to become of you?
    And, no, the only Greg we know of from over there was named Earl… 🙂


  17. sarsm August 22, 2014 at 00:02 #

    Brilliant post especially “I’m a sucker for a scared pie filling”. My kids would say, “British humour!” And grin broadly.

    Hope hub is all healed now.


  18. benzeknees August 24, 2014 at 05:37 #

    Oh, poor Hubs! One of you seems to be always on the hurt side! Naughty rabbit & all the fuss he caused!


  19. Musings September 3, 2014 at 17:46 #

    No kidding, you’ve been busy!!! Good grief! Poor Hub. I’m glad he did eventually get it treated. I thought my life was busy, but it’s nothing compared to yours.


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