August is the month for dusting off the jam pan. So far the apples have started landing regularly on the lawn. Rather than waste these early fruits they have been transformed into ‘Spiced Apple Jelly’ with just a hint of the old favourite – Chilli! Without a greenhouse at the moment the chillies are slow and few, but the next project, since there are apples a plenty on the tree, is an apple press, it seems the best way to construct one is with a bottle jack and some stout timber, both of which are lying around in the shed! Whether cider is attempted or not rather depends on the juice – it might get drunk too quickly!
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TESCO

Ok, it’s coming. Tesco is being built, in fact it is about half the size of Holywell itself.

So… … After a quick shopping trip in Wrexham and mold – and seeing the delight on the other half’s face as we drove towards the damn store… (Wrexham has a large one two floors of retail heaven / hell* delete as appropriate)

Do we embrace the arrival, but subtly try to change the regime from within – some hope…!

Or camp on the roof for weeks on end demanding our car park and local business back and an end to the consumerist monopoly?

Tesco ergo sum.

At least our tower is bigger than theirs

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Not often is it that I can say I feel like Hugh Grant. In fact, I think never before is probably more accurate, and in fact, not at all would be honest as it was a character he portrayed whose behaviour reminded me of mine own this very Sunday past. The immortal line from ‘Notting hill’ which was one of those that escapes the lips before the brain has any chance to engage and scrape some dignity back into the situation. Made worse of course by the delightful if not slightly taken aback response from the intended recipient who was at least courteous and hastily asked be if I was with the baptism party. (Warning, Generalisation alert!!) (So out of touch with the church was the comment that I had to have been with the baptism party!) The line from Notting Hill was ‘Surreal, but nice’ cringe… Put yourself in the shoes of a vicar. You are at the door greeting parishioners and someone drops one of those lines, lovely sermon vicar, or delightful words today, without a shadow of reference to the text or to what had been said. Well – D’oh – not sure what came over me, [...]

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