I had quite a nice weekend.
The guy who hit in the head on the Meadows by a broken bottle, not so much.
My weekend consisted of
Al fresco family fish and chips with my dad on Friday evening in his wee courtyard. Nice to see him, he was pleased to see us. It was still a bit cold for us to sit out for long.
Saturday was a nice sunny day. The Captain had a couple of social engagements from mid-morning onwards. So after seeing him out the house MLW and I washed her car. It's a black car so the end of it pointing south towards the sun was actually steaming when it was washed. Then we sat out in the garden for a coffee and a bit of a chat. This was followed by a short bit of light gardening including pruning the most viscous rose. I have several rose in the garden and the climber and the rambler are both dangerously thorny. The climber was a bit mismanaged when I first got it and is a bit too tall and has a tendency to lean right over the fence in an anti-social way and I have a long term plan to re-shape it. This includes getting up a ladder to trim the top.
Had a phone call with my sister. She seemed alright.
Then I cooked a Julia Childs' recipe; potato and ham gratin. I bought some ham hough from the butchers and pot-roasted that and it was delicious as a stand alone meal. Put the ham in the gratin. Very nice. Used my new cast iron skillets for their hob to oven capability. All worked well.
Sunday involved rugby training in the afternoon. Nice to see the kids back in the groove. Their physical fitness is still a bit reduced but they are having a nice time. It was hellishly windy on Sunday and difficult conditions for rugby but they managed pretty well.
I got the set up for one of the exercises wrong and ended up needlessly complicating it. This had predictable results with a crowd of 11 year olds. But overall they were on good form.
Spoke to my mum on Sunday. She was little down because she had convinced herself that her most recent operation would be the last operation on her jaw and she could look forward to some lamb chops. However, alas, she needs to heal up from the most recent one before she can do that. So she has been thwarted and was sad. Had an interesting conversation with her about policing and also about institutional racism which concluded when I told her that the total recruitment of BAME individuals to the civil service fast track scheme appeared to be zero and she thought that was a pretty open and shut example of what I was trying to explain. If your actual civil service, the core institution of your state, can't get it together to hire any BAME people in to their senior leadership of the future scheme then, as a citizen, you don't really need to understand the exact mechanics of the problem to see that your state appears to have some problem with racism.
Interesting factoid, apparently in the late 1960's and early 1970's in Manchester, only about 2% of women with East Asian heritage spoke English - which, inter alia, made obs and gyny difficult.
Cooked some lamb shanks in the tagine - and a pie for the Captain as he doesn't eat lamb. That was very nice.
Which leaves us with the fight on the Meadows on Saturday. Lots of people out in the park. It's the first sunny warm day after some restrictions have been eased. Bank holiday weekend. Lots of bored, frustrated people spending a day drinking in the sun. A fight broke out. What made it clear to us that this was a different calibre of fight to the usual rumpus was the police vans driving *on to* the Meadows. Usually between 5 and 8 police vans line up outside the flat. On Saturday, 7 of them straight on to the grass. This time someone decided to start hitting someone else with a bottle. The victim appears not to have been too badly hurt but that will have been more luck than judgement. The police made a couple of arrests. I believe a police constable was hurt.
Not sure if this indicates an escalation in the on going tension in younger people or if this is just one lone idiot getting out of hand and the actual fight was just a more run of the mill brawl.
The guy who hit in the head on the Meadows by a broken bottle, not so much.
My weekend consisted of
Al fresco family fish and chips with my dad on Friday evening in his wee courtyard. Nice to see him, he was pleased to see us. It was still a bit cold for us to sit out for long.
Saturday was a nice sunny day. The Captain had a couple of social engagements from mid-morning onwards. So after seeing him out the house MLW and I washed her car. It's a black car so the end of it pointing south towards the sun was actually steaming when it was washed. Then we sat out in the garden for a coffee and a bit of a chat. This was followed by a short bit of light gardening including pruning the most viscous rose. I have several rose in the garden and the climber and the rambler are both dangerously thorny. The climber was a bit mismanaged when I first got it and is a bit too tall and has a tendency to lean right over the fence in an anti-social way and I have a long term plan to re-shape it. This includes getting up a ladder to trim the top.
Had a phone call with my sister. She seemed alright.
Then I cooked a Julia Childs' recipe; potato and ham gratin. I bought some ham hough from the butchers and pot-roasted that and it was delicious as a stand alone meal. Put the ham in the gratin. Very nice. Used my new cast iron skillets for their hob to oven capability. All worked well.
Sunday involved rugby training in the afternoon. Nice to see the kids back in the groove. Their physical fitness is still a bit reduced but they are having a nice time. It was hellishly windy on Sunday and difficult conditions for rugby but they managed pretty well.
I got the set up for one of the exercises wrong and ended up needlessly complicating it. This had predictable results with a crowd of 11 year olds. But overall they were on good form.
Spoke to my mum on Sunday. She was little down because she had convinced herself that her most recent operation would be the last operation on her jaw and she could look forward to some lamb chops. However, alas, she needs to heal up from the most recent one before she can do that. So she has been thwarted and was sad. Had an interesting conversation with her about policing and also about institutional racism which concluded when I told her that the total recruitment of BAME individuals to the civil service fast track scheme appeared to be zero and she thought that was a pretty open and shut example of what I was trying to explain. If your actual civil service, the core institution of your state, can't get it together to hire any BAME people in to their senior leadership of the future scheme then, as a citizen, you don't really need to understand the exact mechanics of the problem to see that your state appears to have some problem with racism.
Interesting factoid, apparently in the late 1960's and early 1970's in Manchester, only about 2% of women with East Asian heritage spoke English - which, inter alia, made obs and gyny difficult.
Cooked some lamb shanks in the tagine - and a pie for the Captain as he doesn't eat lamb. That was very nice.
Which leaves us with the fight on the Meadows on Saturday. Lots of people out in the park. It's the first sunny warm day after some restrictions have been eased. Bank holiday weekend. Lots of bored, frustrated people spending a day drinking in the sun. A fight broke out. What made it clear to us that this was a different calibre of fight to the usual rumpus was the police vans driving *on to* the Meadows. Usually between 5 and 8 police vans line up outside the flat. On Saturday, 7 of them straight on to the grass. This time someone decided to start hitting someone else with a bottle. The victim appears not to have been too badly hurt but that will have been more luck than judgement. The police made a couple of arrests. I believe a police constable was hurt.
Not sure if this indicates an escalation in the on going tension in younger people or if this is just one lone idiot getting out of hand and the actual fight was just a more run of the mill brawl.