Bah humbug

Munich Botanical Gardens, December 2019

After I'd been to the bank and the supermarket I shut my front door on Wednesday 23rd December confident that I would not be in the physical presence of another human until Tuesday 29th December. On that day I have to go to work, then I'll go shopping again, and then it will be another period of isolation until, wait for it, Monday 11th January. I might need supplies before then, so my isolation may be broken by an encounter with a supermarket checkout person. And there's just a chance of a socially distanced walk on Monday 28th, or an Amazon delivery of a new umbrella and a floor squeegee for the wet room.

It is looking very likely that Flf has walked away from my wet room without so much as an apology, explanation, or invoice. I have been awarded a free wet room! except for the bits that haven't been done. Once I have found someone new to finish the job I will invite him to submit an invoice, but not yet, I'm still cross. As a celebration for my unfinished wet room Lola II and Mr M dropped by, Santa-style, and gave me one of my two Christmas presents - some shower gel! I now smell quite unlike my usual soap. They also brought trifle to share, and they saw my wet room, and we got quite cold, and it was lovely to see them but not like it should be. Damn you, Coronavirus.

In case you were wondering, the other Christmas present was from Mr MXF, and comprised a large number of different flavours of Chai - he deduced rightly that alcohol would not be all that welcome. Unfortunately they all contain caffeine so it may take me a year or two to get through them - the one I have tried was delicious, though. I suppose I should also mention the gifts I've been getting from generous companies who have donated them to the NHS - mostly toiletries, but on 21st December I received a Lindt chocolate advent calendar (along with Nivea and hand cream). I accepted (invented) the challenge of catching up to align the little window-opening and the calendar date, bearing in mind that the chocolates are incredibly small.

Both of my employers staged Christmas get togethers on the same day. At the Diabetes Centre there was to be a buffet lunch where each of us bring a component such as bread, cheese, fizzy pop etc. Historically I have attended in order to promote team spirit, but this year it was on a day when I don't work there and on the same day as Mr MXF's party, which took place in the evening via Zoom. Earlier in the week Lola Towers had taken delivery of a small bottle of Prosecco via Amazon, and a frozen meal from Wiltshire Farm Food, which we Dietitians tend to recommend mainly to older people who have had upper GI surgery or a brain injury and can no longer chew or swallow safely.

I wasn't going to mention this during the Zoom call, but it turns out the Mr MXF was aware of the situation but he had left the order so late that WFF was the only supplier still offering Christmas dinners for delivery (and it turns out that by the time the orders were placed, these were no longer available). Other employees joining the festivities were the entire MXF family plus a girlfriend, and two young people who do web coding and accounts. Mr MXF had also arranged a quiz where I achieved a score no better than chance, but I contributed to the fun by embarrassing him with ancient pictures of him as a twenty-something shared via Zoom.

My plan to join a three-household Christmas get-together in Nottingham was scuppered only days before it was due to happen. One of the party is more of an introvert than I am, and even she was disappointed that we're now meeting on Zoom instead of in person. All my progress towards welcoming human contact has evaporated, so when we start being able to meet people again I'll have to start at square one. This has certainly been a year like no other. 

Socialising

Munich Botanical Gardens, December 2019

What has happened? Have we been left high and dry? Where are the regular outpourings of trivia that we have come to expect about once a week?

Well, the effect of lockdown is to prevent me doing anything except things that I've written about again and again - work at the hospital, work for Mr MXF, Buddhist stuff. And Flf the plumber has now stopped responding to my emails and texts and I suspect that he is cutting his losses and leaving me to it, so nothing on the LTRP front at the moment either. Although I did manage to chop up ten bags of thorny green stuff from the garden and take it to the tip in the pouring rain. That's the trouble with now having to book a fixed time to go to the tip - you can't wimp out just because the weather is inclement. There's probably another ten bags still waiting on the lawn to be chopped up.

We had a games night on Zoom with Lola II, Mr M and old friends from long ago. We had been doing this regularly in the early days of lockdown but it had tailed off a bit, so nice to see people again, catch up, and make plans for a New Year's Eve get together. On that occasion the attendance will be augmented by all the people who were supposed to be together in person for our holiday booked in Devon so long ago, and it now seems very optimistic even to be thinking about it for next year.

I also met some people in real life at the Birmingham Buddhist Centre, where six of the women I've been studying with had their Mitra ceremony. It was a lovely event, and I took away a number of points where I would want to replicate their ideas (e.g. recorded mantras as we're not allowed to sing or chant) and other points that I would want to do differently (e.g. the people on Zoom never saw the people in the room and we in the room were never told who was on Zoom, even though there was a screen, but it was too far away and I couldn't see it well enough to make out faces or read names). We're going to be experimenting soon with tethering tablets and laptops to mobile phones in our own hall, so maybe there will be progress to report at some point.

Until then, there's nothing much to add unless something exciting crops up between this draft and pressing the 'Publish' button.

Tier 3 lockdown shower

Munich, December 2019

The electrician came! And wired up the shower and the extractor fan, but couldn't hook the fan in with the light switch because of the tiling. If Flanders and Swann hadn't written their famous song I would have thought I'm the first to encounter this sort of difficulty. The electrician also told me a very interesting fact that Flf had neglected to mention: the cable to the shower was not incorrect and hadn't been replaced after all, because it was only powering the pump and not heating the water because the hot water comes from the tank upstairs.

There's no shower screen yet, but I had a careful shower and it was wonderful, but while the water is coming through OK, the knob that ought to adjust the power of the stream isn't working. Now all that needs to happen is for Flf to come back, sort out the power setting, the screen, the ceiling, the drains outside, and the tiling (which the electrician could probably have done himself but didn't) so that the electrician can come back and finish that bit of the job. But now that I can have a proper shower standing up he can take his time and finish up whenever he wants to be paid.

Doors & Windows Ulf came! With a sidekick, and we all climbed up to the roof of the kitchen, managed to avoid falling off despite the frost, and discovered that the leak is probably caused by moss prising apart plastic layers that oughtn't to be prised apart. So I'm going to need to get up there once or twice a year to scrape off the moss, which means I'm going to need some better ladders. But with luck, no more indoor rain.

I have done some more work for Mr MXF at last, and it is still as mind-stretching as before. But I can detect some progress in my understanding of how email works, and managed to send and receive email from an address using a domain that belongs to Mr MXF. If this makes no sense to you, and there's no reason why it should, then all I can say is that I have achieved something quite difficult and am rather pleased with myself.

It has definitely been a problem-solving week: the next problem to be solved is in connection with the bank switching service which failed to switch an account that I've been helping mum with. We think we may have tracked down the problem, but that is a long way from solving it. 

And the long confinement of Covid-19 continues, with Leamington in tier 3 lockdown, and nobody knowing exactly what that means, and the weather turning proper chilly. I keep myself pretty busy with the Buddhism (Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Thursday in the past week) and watching films and writing blogs and family Zoom meetings and cooking and cleaning and 'gardening'. 'Gardening' means chopping everything down to shoulder or waist level and leaving it all on the lawn until I can be bothered to cut it up small enough to pack into sacks and take to the tip. Running has had to stop for the moment because my knee has started to complain.

Working at the hospital has been a bit hectic as I have been allocated a student for two weeks in succession during all-day busy clinics. I have also been given some 'instant' Covid testing kits that work a bit like pregnancy tests but with nasal swabs, but I haven't had the chance to try one out yet. Apparently a negative test can be accepted at face value, but after a positive outcome you have to go and get a proper test to confirm the result. I'll have a go next week.

What I've been reading

Schindler's Ark
by Thomas Keneally

"In the shadow of Auschwitz, a flamboyant German industrialist grew into a living legend to the Jews of Cracow. He was a womaniser, a heavy drinker and a bon viveur, but to them he became a saviour."

This was a tough read. I think I am becoming more sensitive as I get older, but maybe I haven't read accounts of the atrocities of the Holocaust like this one. I still find the character of Oskar Schindler himself fascinating - a successful industrialist before the war, a passionate activist during the time described in the book, and then managed nothing very successful afterwards. This one act that he carried out with considerable risk and cost to himself stands out not only because of its utterly heroic nature, but also because he shows no similar character or action before or after the war. No matter - he deserves no less recognition because of that.

Ratking
by Michael Dibdin

narrated by Michael Kitchen

"Italian Police Commissioner Aurelio Zen is dispatched to investigate the kidnapping of Ruggiero Miletti, a powerful Perugian industrialist. But nobody much wants Zen to succeed: not the local authorities, who view him as an interloper, and certainly not Miletti's children, who seem content to let the head of the family languish in the hands of his abductors."

This only confirms my existing conclusion that I can't follow this kind of 'police procedural' novel in the audio form - I forget who is who, and it wasn't helped this time by leaving fairly long periods between listens. But despite this it's quite good, although I won't be seeking out any more books in the series.

Psmith in the City
by P. G. Wodehouse

narrated by B. J. Harrison

"Mike Jackson, cricketer and scion of a cricketing clan, finds his dreams of studying and playing at Cambridge upset by news of his father's financial troubles, and must instead take a job with the New Asiatic Bank. On arrival there, Mike finds his friend Psmith is also a new employee, and together they strive to make the best of their position, and perhaps squeeze in a little cricket from time to time."

Not one of his best, perhaps, because he's put upper-class Psmith to work in a bank in order to create the dramatic scenario, and the caricatures of other employees are barely recognisable. So the story is a bit far-fetched, and there's nothing particularly to recommend it.

The Count of Monte Cristo
by Alexandre Dumas

"Thrown in prison for a crime he has not committed, Edmond Dantes is confined to the grim fortress of If. There he learns of a great hoard of treasure hidden on the Isle of Monte Cristo and he becomes determined not only to escape, but also to unearth the treasure and use it to plot the destruction of the three men responsible for his incarceration."

A humongous read - the paperback is about four inches thick, which is what put me off the audio version and made me go to the library to borrow a copy. Great move, I thought, until someone else reserved it, so I had to give it back when I'd got just a third of the way through and wait for three weeks before I could borrow it again. But despite the intermission it's good, very good, and the story rolls along at the right pace and with the right amount of detail and action, and the whole cast of characters is introduced so that you don't forget who they are. A cracking story.

The Mighty Micro
by Christopher Evans

"A computer in your wrist watch, a car that refuses to start if the driver is drunk, a micro-chip book instead of a paperback... Science fiction? No, by the year 2000, all these and much more will be part of our everyday lives."

This book was written in 1979, and contains the author's predictions for how computing would progress in the short, medium and long term, reaching all the way to 2000. He foresaw many of today's uses of microchips - electronic books (although he wrongly predicted the demise of paper), flat-screen TVs, ubiquitous computing, a network of computers, and the addictive properties of computer games. He got some things spectacularly wrong - a twenty-hour working week, personalised education and Ultra Intelligent Machines, and he anticipated the influence of computers in medicine, but thought they would be replacing diagnostic physicians rather than assisting surgeons. 

He also got some things right but in the wrong context: he thought interactive voting would allow us to influence our elected politicians; he didn't foresee pointless celebrity shows. He had high ideals, and while he acknowledged the stupidity, shortsightedness and greed of humanity he thought it would be kept in check by scientific sense. So did I, until it became clear in the last decade that political domination is more important to our ruling classes than facts, truth and integrity (and not just in the USA).

I'll give you a few extracts that particularly entertained me. 

One was in the section where he describes a portable device that contained all the books you could wish for, including an encyclopedia. "One of the winners of a 'Brain of Britain' contest attributed his great knowledge to the fact that he had a set of encyclopaedias in every room in his house so that whenever he wanted information he could get it immediately." He then imagines the future scenario where he could carry his encyclopaedia with him, but doesn't come up with the idea that the portable encyclopaedia is anything more than a digitally formatted book.

Another missed target was crime. He anticipated the demise of cash and cheques in favour of digital transactions, but thought that this would mean theft and robbery of physical money would decline and digital security would prevent any other form of financial crime. "The solution is to create more secure computer systems, and while nothing in this world is absolutely inviolate, computers can, in the long run, be made far more secure than any bank vault." With hindsight, how naive. 

He anticipated a shift in working patterns that only happened in the face of a global pandemic. "The cities will empty and expensive office blocks will gather dust. For centuries Man has been accustomed to the notion that he must travel to find his work; from the 1980s into the 1990s the work - such as there is to do - will travel to meet Man."

Last of my examples is in a section where he is comparing the need for 'biological computers' (i.e. humans) to carry huge software packages (brains) in order to survive. "[Computers] do not, and I am sure never will, have to devote any software to supporting a complex reproductive system ... nor does any software have to be given over to maintenance and repair functions, or to providing immunological defences against bacterial or viral assaults." Good thing you didn't bet on that last one, Dr Evans.

I bought the third impression of the book in 1983, my first year at university, by which time Dr Christopher Evans was already dead - of cancer, in the same year that his book came out. He never found out whether even his short-term predictions came true.

As I Lay Dying
by William Faulkner

narrated by Marc Cashman, Robertson Dean, Lina Patel, Lorna Raver

"The death and burial of Addie Bundren is told by members of her family, as they cart the coffin to Jefferson, Mississippi, to bury her among her people."

I knew that I enjoyed the way that Faulkner wrote 'The Sound and The Fury' (looking back at my review, I enjoyed it even more than I remember), which is why I chose to read this one. Which I also enjoyed, even though it's completely nuts. Not quite as confusing in its time line and character names as the other, but still crazy, and written in a voice (voices) like no other author's in my experience. Taking the seriously decomposing body in July heat to its resting place involves falling in a river, drowning the mules pulling the cart, breaking a leg which is then given a cast made of builders' cement, burning down a barn and getting sent to the asylum, failing to get an abortion, and getting new teeth, a gramophone, and a new wife. What a ride.

Foundation
by Isaac Asimov

"To preserve knowledge and save mankind, Hari Seldon gathers the best minds in the Empire - both scientists and scholars - and brings them to a bleak planet at the edge of the Galaxy to serve as a beacon of hope for a future generations. He calls his sanctuary the Foundation."

Now, this is peculiar. The first time I read this book, which could have been in the 1990's or even earlier, I liked it enough to want to buy the next two in the trilogy. This time round it doesn't have that effect at all; I found it lacked cohesion, spread over too long a time period, no character development... But I still have the subsequent books so I'll read them and see if it gets better.

Tantalising

Adhisthana, July 2019

Flf the plumber did offer to continue work on the wet room during the week that I was away helping Lola II, but I'm not comfortable with that, not because I don't trust him with my house but because I don't trust him with my wet room. He has a tendency (as I have noticed with most of the tradesmen) to make decisions on my behalf without properly consulting me. So far I have put things right, but who knows what I would come home to if I were not constantly popping my head round the door offering tea and checking on progress.

Then he stopped responding. I sent a text at the weekend, then left a voicemail message, then another text, and a little bit of me wondered if he'd decided to cut his losses and not come back. At last I did get a message, and he was there with another Flf on Thursday, and he was spectacularly grumpy. I ignored the scowl and cheerily engaged in chit-chat and offered the usual tea, and I could see in his face the competing desires for tea but also to turn me down because of how cross he was. He accepted in the end and relaxed a bit, and I discovered that he's had a bad back, and sympathised.

So together the two Flfs installed the new towel rail, and put back the sink with new taps and the toilet with new innards and put the shower up on the wall and connected it to the water supply, and left me tantalisingly close to being able to shower standing up for the first time since July. But not quite, because he'd forgotten to arrange for the electrician to be there.

So now I have to wait again for what I hope will be the last visit for all of the wet room bits to be completed. And in the meantime Lola Towers is continuing to have small tantrums when it rains particularly hard and lets water drip into the new kitchen. Ulf would rather I didn't get an independent person in so I have invited him to come and view the scene of the crime himself. We are both being very reasonable at the moment and I hope it stays that way. 

And to add to the stress of the LTRP there are the three bank accounts that I'm switching (with one more to come) - not all mine, but each is going to a different place and they all have different requirements for activating cards and online banking and mobile apps and how much has to be paid in per month to get the full benefits on offer. And Mr MXF has been tied up with other matters for a while but is now back, and I had another hour of mind-stretching conversation which has left me limp yet enthused. Until I tried to put into practice what we had discussed, and it was mighty difficult. So I'm off for a cup of tea and a sit down, and maybe have another look soon.

Water, water, everywhere

Riverhill Himalayan Gardens, September 2020

I've done another three days volunteering for Lola II's Community Mediation Skills course, and it's exhausting. Mostly for her, but a little bit for me too. I'd do it again - which surprised Lola II - but it's not difficult and they couldn't do it without a tech support person. And there were cakes for tea this afternoon.

For my usual work I've attended two online meetings, one talking about the language that we as health professionals use when talking to and about patients (clients? service users? people with diabetes?) and the other about delivering our structured education. The latter evoked the familiar feeling in me where I yearn to be part of an innovative and creative team instead of people who are 2 years from retirement and just want an easy life. One of them has been in contact with a confirmed Covid case and has to isolate at home for two weeks, and I made the mistake of suggesting that the others might have to make their lunch break shorter than the current 90 minutes. It didn't go down well.

So I came home again on Saturday night, and it was good to be back. However, the rain has been pretty heavy, and lo and behold, water has appeared inside the kitchen again.

I'm very tired of this. Doors and Windows Ulf came back twice and it seems unlikely that the leak is through the sealed unit. Son of Ulf has been back and sealed everything he could find to try and stop it last time. My suspicion is that the rain only appears inside in the wettest weather, but is still finding its way into the roof space at other times. I have written to Ulf about it, but he doesn't believe it has anything to do with him, or maybe it has been caused by the ladder on the roof when the gable was painted. He's willing to come back and seal things up again, but I don't think that will solve it - I feel that it's time to look inside the roof space to see where the water is coming from.

Water, water, everywhere. I spoke to the new manager of Pub Next Door about all the stuff they'd left leaning against my wall, and how this needs to stop, and how I will get access to the garden now that there's a padlock on the gate. He helped me move all the stuff away from the wall and gave me his phone number. Today I noticed that more stuff had been left leaning against my wall, so I sent him a text asking for it to be moved (or the combination for the padlock so I could move it myself). We'll see what happens.

Tech support

The wet room, July 2020

One of the things that I thought I would do more of when I reduced my Diabetes working hours was volunteering, alongside all the volunteer work involved in the LTRP and the Buddhist group. And it remained no more than a thought until last week, when I supported Lola II and her co-trainer as they delivered their Community Mediation Skills course.

Lola II puts a lot of work into these courses, and I'd heard a lot about them over the years, so I had suggested that I could help a while ago. I imagined running around getting people drinks, moving them between rooms, ordering lunches, that sort of thing. What with one thing and another it turned into quite a different role, which was mainly tech support. And a bit of making drinks and getting lunch, but only for the three of us.

The challenges began for Lola II before the course started, not counting all the work she put into the migration from a face-to-face to an online course. The main reason she had chosen to deliver from a venue rather than from home was to make sure that the WiFi was reliable - there's nothing worse than dropping out in the middle of assessing someone's mediation for a qualification. A few days before the course was due to start the venue got in touch to say that their WiFi had been hacked and had therefore been taken down completely, but they had some sort of solution that involved dongles. They tried it out, and thought that it would work.

It very nearly did work except for some difficulty with passwords, but thankfully all was in place at the point where it was needed. The first three days of the course ran last week, and I got a lot of practice in some of the more arcane aspects of the Zoom program - while I'm familiar with the basics of Interactive White Boards and Breakout Rooms, I found out some of the more advanced features by means of ticking various checkboxes and seeing if it worked.

We were just starting to relax into Day 1, with technology that seemed to be working for the participants and for us, when the fire alarm went off. Thankfully it was a test and it stopped quite quickly, but that was certainly something I hadn't anticipated. By the end of Day 3 all was running smoothly, and the best part was that the participants seemed to be fully engaged and enjoying themselves. I'd learned a bit about mediation as well. 

October 2020

Then the second lockdown happened. Thankfully, the team at the venue are still prepared for us to continue with the second three days of the course, and I'm hoping it will go even more smoothly. There will be a fourth person in the room which may create a problem of noise leakage from one computer to another, but we've been promised screens and we'll have to hope that it works.

My abiding memory is sitting with Lola II and her co-trainer in the room with each of them talking to participants in a separate online Breakout Room, and feeling like I was in the Matrix - I could unplug either of them and they would fall limply to the floor.

Flfs 3 and 4

Lots of other things have also happened, including Flfs 3 and 4 coming to tile the wet room at long last. It looks great. Despite having known about my availability for months, Flf 1 is unable to come back and finish the job this week and I am back with Lola II next week. I am not happy with the delay, but it will make it all the better when I can finally stand up to shower.

At work I acquired a telephone headset and also a telephone compatible with it, which has made my telephone clinics much more comfortable. We have continued to collaborate on the Diabetes Structured Education courses intended for delivery within our NHS Trust and also the adjacent one, and it has become clear that an online option has to be created since this Covid thing isn't going away any time soon. I'm very glad to say that I'm not involved in the education side of the diabetes service any more but I have to remain on call in case of non-availability of other members of staff, so I will have to find out more about all this.

And I attended some online training in the use of the Libre Flash Glucose Monitoring System which was arranged so long ago that it has had to be postponed twice. It was finally delivered via Zoom, and was surprisingly good - I learned quite a lot about the Ambulatory Glucose Profile, which is a longwinded and misleading name for a diagram that shows glucose results for the last two weeks in an easily interpreted graphical format that has been standardised between all the different devices on offer. I might write more about this if I have the strength, but I've had just one day off in the last nine days so I might save that for another time.

November 2020

What I've been reading

Watchmen
by Alan Moore (Author), Dave Gibbons (Illustrator)

"A ground-breaking graphic novel that chronicles the fall from grace of a group of super-heroes plagued by all-too-human failings. Along the way, the concept of the super-hero is dissected as the heroes are stalked by an unknown assassin."

This is a book that made a huge impact on publication in 1986 - I remember the buzz about this novel for adults told in pictures, but never saw a copy until visiting a friend recently, who let me borrow it. I can see how it broke new ground, and it's a whole different experience reading in pictures in this way, but I found that I couldn't absorb the threads of the story as well as if it had been told in words, the way I'm used to. It's a bit like the radio plays I sometimes listen to - I don't remember who's who and so can't follow the plot as well as if I were watching as well as listening. I'm sure I could get used to it, but as far as I know there aren't any more graphic novels in my reading list.

Solitude and Loneliness: A Buddhist View
by Sarvananda

"Drawing on a wide range of sources – the poets Dickinson and Hafiz, the painter Edward Hopper, the sage Milarepa, the lives of Helen Keller and Chris McCandless, and of course the Buddha – Sarvananda explores the themes of isolation, loneliness and solitude from a Buddhist perspective and examines how and why our relationship to ourselves can be a source of both suffering and liberation."

This is my first e-book and I read it entirely on my tablet, and it's the strangest thing - not having the paper copy in my hand leaves me a little bit adrift. I can't judge where I am in the narrative. It turns out that I value knowing that I'm half way through, say, to adjust my attitude to whether the author is introducing new ideas or rounding off old ones, and although I only finished the book last night I'm struggling to remember what was in it. I think I enjoyed it while I was reading, so perhaps I'll have to have another go at it.

Brighton Rock
by Graham Greene

narrated by Samuel West

"A gang war is raging through the dark underworld of Brighton. Pinkie, malign and ruthless, has killed a man. Believing he can escape retribution, he is unprepared for the courageous, life-embracing Ida Arnold."

One of the first audio books I listened to was 'Travels With My Aunt' by the same author. Although I remember very little of the story I know it was fun to listen to, while his tales of sweaty civil servants having affairs were much less fun. This one comes in between - not exactly fun, but at least I understood where it was coming from. I'm not sure if it's the audio medium or the more familiar setting of Brighton rather than Vietnam or Cuba that makes me like it better, because one thing's for sure, it never ends well for the characters in Greene's books.

Brain strain #3 - Work lunches

Adhisthana, July 2019

The third in the 'Brain strain' series, and quite a different type of story compared with the first two. Instead of straining my brain to take in new and challenging ideas and convert them to something useful and valuable, lunch time at work often strains my brain in a way that makes me want to run screaming from the room. Every fibre of my body is telling me to get out of there, and only with the force of will do I remain in my seat, trying as hard as I can not to let my thoughts reveal themselves through my face.

Here's one recent example.

We all come together for lunch most days. Usually the chat is about what everyone did at the weekend, what the latest nonsensical rules are for Covid (recently: Teachers!! Schools!!), how rubbish various colleagues are, and what people have been watching on TV. And often there is talk of what I've brought for lunch (because I have quite interesting lunches), and how weird it is that I eat them at room temperature and don't heat them up. Which, I suppose, is a reasonable criticism, but I like food at room temperature, I think it tastes better most of the time. Except soup. I'll heat up soup. Except gazpacho, and come to think of it, vichyssiose, and there's a cold tomato soup that I love, and watercress...

Then MS told us, and I wish I could remember how the subject arose in conversation, that she carries two small stones with her, one of red jasper and the other black obsidian, in her bra.

"In your bra?" D asked.

"Yes, in my bra. Shall I get them out?"

Well, the consensus to this was obviously a resounding 'yes', so she fished out two smallish stones, about the size of quail's eggs, one dusky pink and the other shiny black.

"How do those help you?" asked R.

I must have lost consciousness briefly at that point because I have no idea what the answer was. Perhaps my brain yelling "Run away, now!" drowned it out.

"It's like crystals," said someone else.

"Oh crystals, yes," said R. "I've heard of that. They're really good. I believe in them,"

"Well, it's like that. And feathers," said MS.

"Feathers?"

"Yes," continued MS, "seeing a white feather means that someone who has died is looking out for you. Whenever I'm having a bad time and I think of my brother, I always see a white feather. I've got one on the picture in my room."

"And seeing a robin. That's supposed to be someone who's died," chimed in R.

"There's a robin at my house keeps crapping on my car," said D.

"Well, who's died that has something against you?" asked MS.

"Nobody I can think of has died recently," said D.

"It doesn't have to be recent, could be any time. Who's dead and would have wanted to piss you off?"

"Ooh, can't think of anyone!"

At this point I felt I'd sat there long enough to be able to make a decent exit, so I left them to their bra stones, crystals, feathers and robins. Makes a change from hearing about the latest TV reality show, I suppose.

Brain strain #2 - Mr MXF

A calming picture of Ozzy at the bottom of my stairs, September 2019

When I've mentioned that I'm doing some work for Mr MXF, it's not surprising that people have asked what it is that I'm doing. They have had to make do with very scanty information up to now, including the phrase "it's complicated." Well, I'm going to put that right, here and now.

So, let me see. It's complicated.

Mr MXF did the same engineering degree as me 35 years ago, and he must have enjoyed it more than I did, and understood quite a lot more than I did, because unlike me he then went on to apply what he had learned to the world of the electronics and technology standards that sit behind our broadcast services. Back then it was the BBC. Nowadays it's Netflix, Amazon, Disney, Fox, YouTube, IMAX, TV, and the little screen on the back of the plane seat in front of you.

MXF stands for Material eXchange Format, and it is one of those technology standards. From what I understand, Mr MXF had quite a key role in creating the standard, and I think it's quite an important standard, and now I'm guessing that it would be a good thing if all these different media and film people told their technologists to use the standard. 

The standard relates to the fact that broadcast media, let's just say movies to make things a bit simpler, are predominantly distributed in digital format. Their destination is the cinema, or your television, or your desktop, laptop or tablet computer, or your smartphone, or the little screen on the back of the plane seat in front of you. All of those different devices have to know how to deliver the digital information contained in the film in a way that your device can display on its screen. So the same film content may need to be encoded in a different way for all of these platforms.

Then there are different soundtracks and languages and subtitles and audio description. Different countries may demand certain material to be cut, or added - the actual content and running time of a movie on a plane may be different from the same movie shown in a cinema which may be different again from the version you stream or download from the Internet. 

Putting all this together, there may be a hundred different versions of a movie. And what you don't want is to have to digitally store each of those versions in their entirety. Digital storage costs money, and some versions may never be needed, and 90% or more of the digital content will be the same, it's only the language, or that 3 minute scene in the middle that had to be cut for the China market, or the Netflix anti-theft coding (now I'm making things up) that will be different.

So what I think the MXF standard does is to allow the core content of the movie to be stored once, and all the adjustments and differences to be stored once, and when a particular version is needed, all the right pieces are put together to make the version that is delivered. And Mr MXF is the Standards Vice President for the Society of Motion Picture and Television Engineers (a voluntary, unpaid post), and at the same time sells his consultancy - a unique blend of knowledge, creativity, enthusiasm, silliness and wisdom. And you also need to know that everything I have written in this post so far may be completely wrong. We didn't even do the same engineering degree - our choices in the third year were very different.

So what am I doing for Mr MXF?

It all boils down to the fact that Mr MXF is very good at what he does and probably has even more ideas than I do (and I have a lot of ideas) but only a certain amount of time to do things. However, I have time to do some of the things that Mr MXF does not have time to do but are within the scope of someone who has no broadcast technology knowledge or experience but quite a lot of brain that isn't being used to its fullest extent. And he only has a certain amount of money to spare, and I only have a certain amount of time to spare, and at the moment those two match up quite nicely.

So Mr MXF came up with a long list of things that he wants to do but doesn't have time for, and we skimmed through them together with me making notes like my life depended upon it, because while I have a lot of brain that isn't being used to its fullest extent, actually using it to its fullest extent is a challenge all of a sudden. And I chose a few different tasks to have a go at, and it's been incredibly satisfying to stretch my brain.

We have had some follow up conversations, and Mr MXF is quite good at supplying as much information as my brain can take, and then shoves a bit more in. I get a particular sensation at the point of overload which I tend to describe as my brain melting out of my ears (although that's not what the sensation is like). Then I go away and try to make sense of it, and send some stuff over for Mr MXF to have a look at, and I'm pleased to report that so far it has turned out to be what he was hoping for.

I've had a go at three projects so far. One was around a set of short educational films, three to four minutes long, which need to be advertised and then delivered to a number of platforms (e.g. YouTube, Instagram, Facebook, Twitter). After I'd rummaged around the equivalent of the back of the bins in Instagram alone I'd already lost the will to live, and we decided that perhaps this job wasn't for me. But the other two are going well.

One project is essentially a database of everything relating to the MXF standard - other standards, conference papers, journal articles, talks, everything. The idea is that not only will I assemble and collate all this stuff, but it will form a searchable resource, and to do this I have had to learn new things - JSON coding and Visual Code Studio and Github for starters. You don't need to know what they are, and I'm pretty sure most people would find it as uninteresting as I found Instagram, but I like it.

I've only just started on the other project, which involves Mail Hosting. On the face of it this is terrifying - having had to dig under the surface of Outlook mail for mum and dad I have met some of the deranged horrors that lurk in that abode. One misplaced digit and your email initiates a nuclear explosion in a poverty-stricken third world country instead of being delivered to the room next door. Or, more likely, your email just stops working.

Anyway, I dipped my toe very gently into a package called Postmark, which has the most comprehensive and well-written tutorials I have ever encountered, so I have a good feeling so far. What this package does is help you with 'transactional email' - messages that are sent to an individual that the individual is expecting. Like confirmation of a password reset, or an order confirmation, or a welcome email when you sign up for something. Mr MXF hosts a number of different websites, and getting the transactional email set up more robustly is a pressing need.

Then there is mail forwarding, which allows a message sent to a generic mailbox to be forwarded automatically to the people who need to see it - imagine what happens to the message addressed to 'sales@company.com' or 'info@company.com'. I have started to investigate Pobox, whose tutorials and FAQs are not as good as Postmark, but it's early days.

So that's where I am so far, and to be honest I'd like to spend more time on this part of my busy life, but what with camping and my Buddhist retreat and supervising the plumbers (update: still no wet room) and my diabetes work I haven't had as much time as I thought I would. So I'm going to stop writing this blog and give my brain a little more exercise now.

Brain strain #1 - Buddhism

Adhisthana, November 2019

I think it's time that I wrote a bit about what's going on with me and this Buddhism lark, given how much of my time it's taking up. If you imagine splitting all my waking hours into five, then one fifth is working as a Diabetes Dietitian in the NHS, one fifth is activity relating to Triratna Buddhism, one fifth is activity relating to my new employment with Mr MXF (or at least, it's fast growing to become that size), and the other two-fifths contains everything else - socialising, housework, cooking, exercise, home admin, LTRP, watching films, writing blog posts.

So there's a lot of Buddhism going on, and I've been wondering whether it's just because it gives me a project to put into that fifth of my life. While I was on retreat last week I tried to scale back on distractions, using social media as little as possible, not turning on the TV or watching films, no Internet, checking email and my phone as little as possible, and those changes weren't too difficult. The thing that was the hardest by far is that I decided not to distract myself with anything during mealtimes - no reading, podcasts, radio, puzzle books, planning, making lists, browsing the Internet. In fact, it was so unbearable that I had to pull back a little and allow myself classical music rather than silence while I ate.

I seem to have a big problem doing nothing (especially during mealtimes). Not that it's a good idea to do a lot of nothing, but surely I should be able to relax without having something useful to do all the time? Just sit, without referring to one of my lists to tell me what's waiting for my attention, what really needs to get done by the end of the week, what new job I ought to get started on? If I can't do that then the end of the LRTP plus retirement are going to leave me in a bit of a state, sitting in my beautiful house wondering what to do next. And I don't want Buddhism to become the thing that fills the gap for no other reason than my other projects are finished.

Having said that, one of the reasons I got involved with the Buddhists and with Mr MXF was because work was so unsatisfying, the LTRP, housework and admin (while necessary) aren't all that enjoyable, and I wanted a local group of friends with values and interests that are similar to mine. But the reason for staying involved is only partly to fill a gap in my social life and fulfil my need to have ideas and see them come about. It has also helped me understand a bit more about myself and identify aspects of me that I want to acknowledge and accept, and other aspects that I'd like to change.

The essence of Buddhism is that your actions have consequences. That's it in a nutshell. The idea is that 'skillful' actions are those that are helpful, constructive, have positive results, and not only that but they also make you feel better about yourself and the world. 'Unskillful' actions are the opposite. And everyone is free to choose whichever actions they wish to take, but if you are a Buddhist you commit to trying your best to be skillful. I'm very happy to go along with this, because it has been proven by experience time and time again in my life.

Of course there's also the Buddha, there's 2,500 years of writing and poetry and art and teaching, there's arcane ritual if you want it, but there are no rules, no Commandments, no tablets of stone, only guidance that is based on this fundamental truth - you are in charge of your actions, and your actions have consequences. There are suggestions about what skillful and unskillful actions look like, and how you might go about changing habitual responses to become more skillful, and that's where meditation comes in, as a way of reflecting and thinking about how to change your habits for the better.

The Buddha wasn't a god. He was a privileged man, the son of a local chief, who gave it all up because he thought there had to be more to life. Somehow he worked out what that looked like, and started a movement, taught a load of followers, but even then he didn't lay down laws or require obedience. Alongside all the teachings his core message was, "Don't take my word for it, try it out for yourself." I find that very attractive. I don't have to believe in a load of magical nonsense, although if you do want magical nonsense there's lots to be found in the Buddhist texts. I don't have to believe in an all-powerful god figure. I don't even have to believe in reincarnation, which is lucky because that would be a problem for me.

So a month or two ago I decided to take the plunge, and declare myself a Buddhist. In normal circumstances this would be confirmed by a ceremony (arcane ritual, anyone?) but for six months this hasn't been possible. So it has been agreed verbally ("yes, we agree, you can join our club") and we are planning some sort of hybrid ceremony in person and online where I become a 'mitra', which literally means a 'friend' within the Triratna Buddhist Community. It isn't ordination, where you make a much stronger commitment and get a Sanskrit name, and in fact nobody should notice the change if I don't mention it. It feels quite uncomfortable mentioning it here, because I didn't set up this blog to talk about personal stuff. But I suppose it must be important enough to write about because here I am writing about it.

So why the brain strain?

It's because it turns out that I am illiterate. I'm like a yokel brought up on a farm, making a living, doing very well, doesn't realise she can't read until someone gives her a book. I've always understood stuff - I've found some of it badly written, or uninteresting, and sometimes I've had to put some effort into working out what it means, but I've always understood written and spoken sentences before. 

Buddhist teachers can be using English and stringing words together where I know the meaning of all the words, but they are put in an order that makes no sense to me. Using metaphors of the heart, and the senses, and long words like 'integration' and 'enlightenment'. What I never knew was that there is a great big hole in my mind; after listening to a talk others nod wisely and offer comments and clarification that also make no sense whatever, and the teacher says 'Yes', or 'I would put it differently' or 'That's a good point' and I'm still entirely in the dark.

But it doesn't matter. There's no exam. I absolutely don't have to understand anything except that I have a choice of actions and I am responsible for the consequences. Anything I grasp on top of that is a bonus. And it's not all murky incomprehension, there's a whole lot that I do understand, and as time goes by I fit more little pieces into the picture. The challenge is that the picture is a million-piece 3D jigsaw with a blank image and no box lid to show what the end product looks like.

This retreat I attended last week was for people who have at least three years experience as a mitra, so it's to be expected that I had a little trouble. But even over the course of the week I understood a tiny bit more and can put that to work within the bigger project of being as happy as I can in this life and doing as little damage to others as possible. And taking responsibility for my actions.

What I've been reading

The Full Cupboard of Life
by Alexander McCall Smith

"Mma Precious Ramotswe helps indecisive fiancé Mr J.L.B. Matekoni when orphan farm manager Mma Potakwani persuades him to jump out of an aeroplane, and a bullying dishonest competing mechanic calls."

Not much more to say about this one now that we're in the full swing of the series. As good as the others, a very enjoyable read.

Hello World: How to be Human in the Age of the Machine
by Hannah Fry

"Welcome to the age of the algorithm, the story of a not-too-distant future where machines rule supreme, making important decisions – in healthcare, transport, finance, security, what we watch, where we go, even who we send to prison."

I've learned a lot about algorithms here, but while I enjoyed the book a lot I haven't retained much information after reading it. It does have some very interesting case study narratives, and raises many of the issues that I am aware of - how does a self-driving car decide between two different fatality rates? why is it important for human pilots to override automatic pilots (this one surprised me - pilots weren't required to practise without automation until after a fatal accident in 2009). The book reinforces my belief that if human error puts you on the wrong side of an algorithm (e.g. identified as someone you're not, or having an incorrect credit score), you can be in as much trouble as if the algorithm were correct. 

A History of Britain: The Fate of Empire
by Simon Schama

narrated by Stephen Thorne

"This volume tells the eventful and exhilarating story of Britain’s rise and fall as an imperial power, from the political turmoil of the 1770s to the struggle of present day leaders to find a way to make a different national future."

He's picked a few subjects to focus on: India, Ireland and Winston Churchill spring to mind, but as he says, it's A History, not The History. I really should try and learn about the history of the United States next.

Change Your Mind
by Paramananda

"Buddhism is based on the truth that, with effort, we can change the way we are, and among the many methods Buddhism has to offer, meditation is the most direct. It is the art of getting to know one's own mind and learning to encourage what is best in us."

I first read this in June 2018, and wrote at that time that I would come back to it in about a year, when I'd probably get more out of it. It's been two years, but I was absolutely right - I understand many more of the references, and it's been a good reminder of some of the more basic principles of Buddhist meditation alongside this advanced level retreat I'm on.

Buddhism: tools for living your life
by Vajragupta

"The personal stories, examples, exercises, and questions in this book help transform Buddhist practice into more than just a fine set of ideals. They make the path of ethics, meditation, and wisdom a tangible part of our lives."

Very readable and pitched just right for the point I'm at, where I know a few things but not at great depth. So it reinforces things I've picked up and adds just a little more to think about. And it's nice having met the writer, who is also a great teacher.

In the Company of Cheerful Ladies
by Alexander McCall Smith

"Not only has Mma Ramotswe suffered a mishap - a collision between her tiny white van and a bicycle - but she is also having to deal with a major personality clash between her assistant Mma Makutsi and Charlie, one of the garage apprentices."

This is probably the best so far, interesting stories that take the characters a bit further along their path.

The Triratna Story: Behind the Scenes of a New Buddhist Movement
by Vajragupta

"This is the story of a circle of friends dreaming a dream, and working to make it a reality. It’s a record of idealism and naivety, growth and growing pains, friendship and fall-out. It’s a celebration of how so much was achieved in so short a time, and a reflection on the mistakes made, and lessons learnt."

An easy read during my retreat, this tells the history of the Friends of the Western Buddhist Order from its origin in 1960's London up to its change of name to Triratna in 2010. Of little interest to the general public, it's quite useful to me because I'm trying to work out how to grow the Warwick Group, and knowing a bit about the structure of the organisation may help me to understand where we might get a bit of help along the way.

Slow progress

September 2020

The highlight of the year so far has been a visit from Lola II and Mr M, bringing not just themselves but gifts - home grown edible nasturtiums from Mr M, Lola II cooked delicious vegan gyoza dumplings, and the fun and games that come with any visit from those two. I had planned Sunday lunch at a pub that is a significant walk away, which turned out to be a bit too significant because I broke both Lola II and Mr M and we had to stop on the walk back a bit earlier than expected for coffee and cake.

Apart from that they survived the privations of my cold house (luckily the weather was still very warm) and the shower situation, which seems to be scheduled to continue until the end of time. The Flfs returned, and Flf 1 was Not Happy about the state of the wall, even though the damp man had guaranteed that it would be OK. They put in the floor tray and did the first stage of the floor levelling, and will come back next week to level some more and put the board over the wall that Flf 1 is Not Happy about. This is all taking an age because the tiler can't come until the end of October and there will be more finishing off to do after that.

And my Lady Gardener has left me - she said she was sorry but her other responsibilities mean she has to give up some of the gardening. I am going to have to 'prune' the wisteria myself - I might just take it down to waist height and see if it survives. In fact I'd be perfectly happy to do that to every shrub out there if it wasn't so much work.

On the positive side (at least I hope it's positive) the pub next door is about to open up again. The beer garden gradually filled with junk, and then all the junk went and tables appeared, and there have been signs in the window saying 'opening soon' for ages, and then I discovered via Facebook that it's tonight (Friday). So I am obliged to show my face although I really don't want a drink because I am starting a week's Buddhist retreat tonight.

Buddhist retreats used to be where you got away from it all to some remote place without a phone signal or wifi and concentrated on other things for a while. The program was always fairly minimal - meditation before breakfast, a short morning session, a short afternoon session and sometimes an hour in the evening, sometimes not, and in between you could sit, walk, read, ponder, all in wonderful peace and quiet.

Now the sessions are online and I'm at home in between sessions, so I'm going to have to find some way of recreating the feeling of 'away from it all' despite not having taken time off work and having a few other necessary responsibilities. So I'm only going to check essential email once a day, phone messages and texts twice a day, and on the computer only for working. At least I'll be at home for the plumbers.

A short break

Badgell's Wood, September 2020

Well, the damp man returned and reassured me that the plumbers could proceed, but for the next 10 days I was due to be at work and then away for my last camping trip of the season. Then the plumbers notified me that the tiler they recommend can't fit me in until late October. I've asked for them to finish everything else as soon as possible in case of more hitches on the rocky path to wet room bliss. No word of response to my plea so far. This has become a familiar pattern, but I'm getting very used to showering in the bath.

My camping trip was a response to the lack of other holiday options, and once I'd settled on the dates I invited others to join me, but they weren't available. I also chose the campsite to be in the home locality of a friend that I hoped to meet, but said friend was also away at the time. So I prepared myself for one of my solitary holidays, and spent a lot of the time reading meditation books and doing meditation, and walking and a bit of cooking and eating. The weather was absolutely perfect throughout, and the campsite shower was better than my shower options at home. I did meet a friend for lunch, and went to the cinema for the first time since Covid - on Friday just after lunch there were only 3 of us in the screening, so it didn't feel too risky.

Badminton still hasn't started up for me, although other clubs that play in a leisure centre have returned. Both my clubs meet in school halls, and schools are just trying to work out how to keep their students safe and manage all the requirements without wanting to worry about extra people on site, so there's no sign that we'll be back for a while yet. I continue to run for about 35 minutes up to three times a week, so I won't be completely unfit should we ever play again. I arranged a socially distanced picnic at the weekend with the Monday club, so at least we still recognise one another.

Trosley Country Park, September 2020

Damp men

Dlf 4, August 2020

It seems I've done quite a lot of stuff since the last update - been on a train, borrowed a library book, met the new pub landlord (or tenant), spent time with Buddhists on Zoom, spent time with family and friends in real life... and a whole lot more LTRP activities.

The train experience was not too bad, except that about half the people on each train were not wearing masks - at one point I moved away from a particularly rowdy group. Borrowing the library book involved browsing the catalog online, choosing the book and then being telephoned by someone from the library to arrange a time for collection, when it was there waiting for me. The pub landlord, or possibly tenant, seemed like a nice chap and was happy to talk but there has been no visible activity since we spoke, so the pub remains closed.

I drove over to see mum and dad and set up a computer for dad to use, and then drove on to Cambridge with Lola II and Mr M and we camped in the garden of our friends. The weather was very wet and windy on the first night - my tent was fine but Lola II and Mr M's tent is poorly designed and some water got in, making the night a little uncomfortable. The second night was better. We did a lot of walking and had lunch outside a pub and played board games and watched a film, and it was nice to see friends again even if we had to bend the rules with four households sitting indoors.

The LTRP is not going all that well. The front door replacement was fine though, and I now have a doorbell again, a fancy door number attached to the wall, a chain, and a spyhole at a height that allows me to look through it without having to jump. They also replaced a broken hinge on a different window, and were generally a delight to work with.

Less delightful has been the water-based activity. Dlf 4 applied the damp-proof membrane to the inside of the walls and then came and rendered on top of it, which produced a powerful and obnoxious smell in the porch for days. He was back a week later to skim the final plaster surface, and then Dlf 5 was the last damp man to turn up to replace the skirting on the newly plastered and skimmed wall in the porch.

The plumbers are having a more difficult time, what with the lack of any straight edges or right angles, and accidentally running into a gas pipe, and getting some decorative tiles that are not the ones I asked for, and having to find a different electrician when the first one disappeared on holiday. Then they peeled back a little of the damp-proof membrane in the wet room and found that the bricks behind it are saturated - not just the sort of damp that you suspect so you check using a damp meter, more the sort of damp that fish enjoy. So the Flfs aren't happy applying plasterboard over the top of it, and so far the damp men have not called me back to arrange to come and take a look, and Flf 1 has had to put off the tiler twice so far, and I am still showering in the bath.

What I've been reading

The Kalahari Typing School for Men
by Alexander McCall Smith

"Life is never without its problems. It turns out that her adopted son is responsible for the dead hoopoe bird in the garden; her assistant, Mma Makutsi, wants a husband and needs help with her idea to open the Kalahari Typing School for Men."

The least satisfying of the series so far - nothing much happens compared with the previous books. But still pleasant and easy to read.

Red Dwarf: Infinity Welcomes Careful Drivers
by Grant Naylor

"The first lesson Lister learned about space travel was you should never try it. But Lister didn't have a choice. All he remembered was going on a birthday celebration pub crawl through London. When he came to his senses again, he had nothing in his pockets but a passport in the name of Emily Berkenstein."

I've read this before, evidenced by the fact that it was in my bookshelves, but I didn't remember anything about it so a pleasure to read again. The experience is definitely supported by the memory of the TV series and the actors portraying the characters, but it manages to do something new with the story and my only criticism is that it doesn't have a satisfactory ending - there must be a subsequent book that picks up the pieces and resolves things. Another thing that the No. 1 Detective Agency series accomplishes superbly - each book can stand entirely alone.

The Shipping News
by Annie Proulx

"When his no-good wife is killed in a road accident, Quoyle heads for the land of his forefathers - the remotest corner of far-flung Newfoundland. With 'the aunt' and his delinquent daughters in tow, Quoyle finds himself part of an unfolding, exhilarating Atlantic drama."

At last, a book from my 'classics' list that I've enjoyed reading, even if I'm not sure why. It was made into a good film though. The story meanders about, never really having any shape, but creates the atmosphere of the Newfoundland settlement at the end of the earth next to the ocean where almost everyone has lost someone to the sea, or worse. But it manages to have a happy ending.

The Penguin Book of Southern African Stories
by Stephen Gray (editor)

"From the pre-Christian African legends full of people, animals and death, to the tales of the white settlers colonizing in a land both beautiful and inhospitable, to the later stories of a civilization that had established itself, this selection reflects a thriving, diverse and colourful tradition."

A selection of short stories, some just a page or two and others a bit longer, some written in English and some in translation. None was particularly memorable, but an interesting contrast as a more academic compilation alongside the populist No 1 Detective Agency series set in the same part of the world. Best of all, I left the book with the friends I was staying with when I finished it.

The Betrayers
by David Bezmozgis

"When Baruch Kotler, a disgraced Israeli politician, refuses to back down from a contrary but principled stand regarding the West Bank settlements, his political opponents expose his affair with a mistress decades his junior. He and the fierce young Leora flee the scandal for Yalta, where, in an unexpected turn of events, he comes face-to-face with the former friend who denounced him to the KGB almost 40 years earlier."

I was offered this by some friends I was staying with, and read it all in a morning after waking up quite early and waiting for the rest of the household to emerge. It is based loosely on the story of Natan Sharansky, but offers a fictional idea of how a meeting between him and his betrayer might arise and what might transpire. Very satisfactory.

Scaramouche
by Rafael Sabatini

narrated by B. J. Harrison

"Set during the French Revolution, this classic novel of swashbuckling adventure and sweeping romance is also a thought provoking commentary on class, inequality, and the individual's role in society."

I didn't have high expectations about this one, especially as it's my American-narrated podcast, but he got help from a French-speaker so the pronunciation was much improved, and the story isn't bad at all. There was a (plot spoiler) "I am your father" incident at the end which I spotted just before it happened, but apart from that I was carried along nicely with the adventures of the lawyer-turned-actor-turned-fencing master-turned politician hero, who also got the right girl in the end.

The Full Cupboard of Life
by Alexander McCall Smith

"Mma Precious Ramotswe helps indecisive fiancé Mr J.L.B. Matekoni when orphan farm manager Mma Potakwani persuades him to jump out of an aeroplane, and a bullying dishonest competing mechanic calls."

Back to form with this one - there's a nice balance between the personal lives and the detective work of the characters.