Shoulder operation

I’ve just been put on the list at the hospital to have my right shoulder joint replaced with a plastic one. I had the left one done nearly 2 years ago and it’s been great. Now the right one has been giving me pain and the xray showed up massive degeneration of the ball and socket. Let’s hope the waiting list is not too long.

Busy Bee

I’ve been very busy lately with family things. Hope to get back in the swing of it soon.

Our dogs

Dogs we’ve been blessed with.

Pippa, a crazy bearded collie. Our local farmer was looking for homes for the litter that his sheepdog had given birth to. We had the runt. A tiny ball of fur that grew and grew and grew. In the end she looked just like a bearded collie and she was nuts. She could climb our six foot wooden gates and run off on her own. She would take off across the fields with me giving chase, shouting and bawling at her. She took no notice. One day when she had been missing all day our milkman knocked on our door and pointed at his van. There she was, sitting in the front passenger seat, grinning at us. She’d been out on the milk round. Another time, a local boy brought her back tied to a piece of string. He’d found her two miles away, barking at the ducks on the river. She would steal chickens eggs, but one day the chickens ganged up on her and we found her cowering in the corner while the birds pecked bits out of her. She didn’t steal eggs again. I was taking her for a walk one evening when she suddenly crouched down as if she was going to the toilet. Then she collapsed. I rushed her to the vet, but she was dead: a massive heart attack.

Cindy a poodle crossed with something else. We got her from the dog’s home. No one would have her because she was ugly. She had curly hair like a poodle but a terrier’s body. When we brought her back from the dog’s home my wife bathed her and trimmed her hair. Then we went inside and sat at the table for a cup of tea. Cindy jumped up on a vacant seat as if to say, ‘Where’s my tea?’ We had Cindy for many years and she gave us no end of pleasure.

Lassie. My wife and daughter visited the dog’s home when Cindy passed on, to see what dogs were available. Outside the home they met an elderly lady who was breaking her heart as she had to get rid of her dog, because the sheltered accommodation she was going into didn’t cater for dogs. Of course my family came back home with her dog. The lady lived in our town and she was well known to one of our neighbours, so she had regular updates on Lassie. On one occasion, we were going on holiday with my sister-in-law and her husband, so Jim and I were given the task of booking our dogs into the local kennels for a week. We got our dogs out of the car and went to the office to book them in, but when I looked for Lassie, she’d disappeared. We searched the kennels forecourt, looked around everywhere, until Jim said, ‘Look at the car.’ There was Lassie sitting in the back seat looking at us. She decided she wasn’t staying, but I’m afraid she had to. We had Lassie for 17 years, and strangely enough, when she passed on, we heard that the lady who’d owned her before us, passed away on the same day.

Jess. Jess was a German Shepherd. We didn’t own her. She was my younger daughter’s dog but she spent more time with us than with her. What a character that dog was. She gave us no end of laughs at her antics. She was one of the breed who could almost talk and I used to have my grandchildren in stitches imitating what Jess was trying to say. Well, what I thought she was trying to say. When taking her to the beach in our car she would catch a first view of the sea as we drove down the hill towards the coast, and she would start to howl, causing a terrific noise all the way to the beach. My wife picked her up and she jumped into the boot of the car, but evidently the lid didn’t close properly and down the road the lid sprang open so Jess jumped out. Realising the car was still going she started to chase it causing the people around huge amusement. The guy driving the car behind her nearly had hysterics.

On New Years day at about three in the morning our phone rang. It was our daughter and she wanted to know what to do with Jess. While they were out of the house, Jess had stood on hind legs and knocked a six pack of beer and a bottle of wine off the kitchen unit. The wine had smashed so she drank that, then she bit through each can and drank those as well. She was now lying on the floor snoring like a train. I told my daughter to let her sleep it off. The next day she had a terrific hangover as she lay down all day with her paws over her eyes. Jess was the only dog I knew of who could open the fridge and steal food. We regularly came home to find the fridge door open and food missing, the remnants of it strewn everywhere.

Molly. She was another crazy dog. My eldest daughter had Molly. She was a beautiful white dog with black patches. She was a Boxer crossed with a terrier. She could run like the wind and keep it up for hours. She would race around the sandy beach from one end to the other, then do it again. She would dive in the lake from a great high bank to take a swim.

Ralph. Her latest dog is a Hungarian Vizla, and I think this one will cure her of ever having a dog again. It’s an absolute nightmare! His favourite food is socks and gloves, with a dessert of wood, twigs or table legs. He even likes paint. When she rubbed the skirting boards down, and primed them, he came behind her and licked all the paint off. She had to take him to pick up the kids, with paint all around his mouth. The other day, he sicked up a glove that they’d been looking for for three days. When I was visiting them, I watched as my son-in-law reached into his mouth and dragged a sock out of his throat. He’s almost destroyed the table legs, the chair legs and the kick boards in the kitchen. But, as people keep saying, he’s just a puppy. Puppy maybe, but he’ll be lucky to see his first birthday.

The latest addition to the family is Betty. She’s a Jack Russell Terrier and she was badly abused by her first owner, consequently she’s very nervous. But she’s an excellent house dog and raises the alarm as soon as anyone opens our gate.

Ethelred the Unready

Ethelred the Unready, he was called. Unready in those days meaning, ‘ill advised,’ or ‘bad policy.’

Ethelred’s father, King Edgar, 943 to 975 AD had died suddenly in July of 975, leaving two young sons behind him. The elder, Edward was Edgar’s son by his first wife, Ethelflæd, and was described as ‘a youth on the verge of manhood,’ in 975. The younger son, by Edgar’s second wife Elfthryth was Ethelred. Edgar had married her in 964. At the time of his father’s death, Ethelred could have been no more than 10 years old. As the elder of Edgar’s sons, Edward claimed the throne but a number of English nobles opposed Edward’s succession and thought that Ethelred should be king. Ethelred was, after all, the son of Edgar’s last, living wife. It was the brothers’ supporters, and not the brothers themselves, who were responsible for the arguments which accompanied the choice of a successor to the throne. Ethelred’s claim was led by his mother and included the Earldorman of Mercia and the Bishop of Winchester, while Edward’s claim was supported by the Archbishop of Canterbury and the Archbishop of York with the Earldorman of Essex and many other nobles. Edward’s supporters proved the more powerful and persuasive, and he was crowned king. Edward reigned for only three years before he was murdered by his brother’s household. Edward was killed at Ethelred’s estate in March of 978, recorded at the time by monastic writers. ‘Relations with Ethelred and his mother were very friendly and he was visiting them informally when he was set upon by the servants, who came out to meet him. They stabbed him before he could dismount.’ As far as can be seen the murder was planned and carried out by the servants of Ethelred’s household so that their young master would become king. No one was punished for the crime, and Ethelred, was crowned a month after the murder. According to one chronicler, the coronation of Ethelred took place with much rejoicing. Another states that when Ethelred was consecrated king by The Archbishop of Canterbury, ‘there was great joy at his consecration’, and describes the king as ‘a young man in respect of years, elegant in his manners, with an attractive face and handsome appearance.’ He was about thirteen years of age at this time.

England had experienced a period of peace after the reconquest of East Anglia and Northumbria in the mid-10th century by Ethelred’s father. However, beginning in 980, when Ethelred could not have been more than 14 years old, small bands of Danish Vikings carried out a series of coastal raids against England. Wessex was attacked in 981, and 982. A period of 6 years then passed before, in 988, another coastal attack is recorded taking place to the south-west, though here a famous battle was fought between the invaders and the defenders of Devon. During this period, the Normans, who remembered their origins as Scandinavians supported the Danish raiders by giving them sanctuary at ports in Normandy. This led to tension between the English and Norman courts, and word of the hostility eventually reached Pope John 15^th The pope acted as a go between and took steps to engineer a peace between England and Normandy, which was eventually ratified in 991.

But in August of that same year a sizeable Danish fleet began a campaign in the south-east of England. It arrived off Kent and made its way around the south-east coast and sailed up the Blackwater river to the town of Maldon in Essex. A fierce battle was fought but the townsfolk were overwhelmed. This was the first of a series of crushing defeats the English would suffer at the hands of Danish raiders, followed by large Danish armies.

After the defeat at Maldon, it was decided that the English should grant the Danes what they wanted, and 10,000 pounds was paid to them to keep the peace. But the Danish fleet that had taken Maldon continued to plunder the English coast from 991-93. In 994, the Danish fleet,gaining in confidence and swollen in ranks since 991, turned into the Thames estuary and headed towards London. The battle fought here was inconclusive. Ethelred met with the leaders of the Danish fleet and arranged a truce. Ethelred signed a peace treaty with the Danes and paid them 22,000 pounds of gold and silver.

In 997 Danish raids began again. Cornwall, Devon, Somerset and South Wales were attacked and plundered. In 998 Hampshire, Dorset and Sussex were attacked and in 999 Kent was again raided. In the year 1000 the Danes left England because the English had refused further ‘Dane payment,’ or Danegeld..

In 1001 a Danish fleet returned and ravaged West Sussex. The fleet had its base in the Isle of Wight. The raids were beginning again. There was an attempted attack in the south of Devon, but the Danes were beaten off. Ethelred again bought a truce for 24,000 pounds. His payments of immense Danegelds are often held up as the inefficiency of his government and his own incompetence.

In 1002, Ethelred decided that the Danish men who occupied England had to go, so he issued an order that they were all to be killed. A ridiculous order like this could not be carried out as the Danes were too strong, but some were killed and Gunhilde, sister of Sweyn Forkbeard, the King of Denmark, was among the victims. Sweyn’s invasion of western England the following year was in revenge for her death. By 1004 Sweyn was in East Anglia, but here he met heavy opposition. The Danes suffered heavy losses. The Danish army left England for Denmark in 1005, perhaps because of their injuries sustained in East Anglia, perhaps from the very severe famine which afflicted the continent and the British Isles in that year. An invasion the following year was bought off in early 1007 by Danegeld money of 36,000 pounds, which bought England two years peace. Then the Danish army of 1009, led by Thorkell and his brother Hemming invaded again. It was the most formidable force to invade England since Ethelred became king. It wreaked havoc in England until it was bought off by 48,000 pounds in April 1012.

Sweyn then launched an all out invasion in 1013. He was determined to conquer England and make himself King. By the end of 1013 English resistance had collapsed and Sweyn had conquered the country. Ethelred fled to Normandy. The next year everything suddenly changed when Sweyn died on 3 February 1014. The Danes now gave their allegiance to Sweyn’s son Canute, but the English leaders sent a deputation to Ethelred to negotiate his restoration. If he would promise to be true to them and to reform everything they had complained about, forgive all that had been said and done against him, they would back him in his claim to the throne.

Ethelred then launched an expedition against Canute and his armies. Canute’s army had not completed its preparations, and in April 1014 he decided to withdraw from England without a fight, abandoning his claim. The debacle damaged the young and inexperienced Canute’s prestige, but in August 1015 he was able to launch a new invasion and returned to England. Meanwhile, Edmund Ironside, Ethered’s son had revolted against his father and raised an army to overthrow him. With Canute now on the scene, men flocked to join Edmund against both Canute and Ethelred. They were tired of Ethelred’s stupid policies. Over the next months, Canute conquered most of England, and Edmund, seeing how strong the Danes were, rejoined Ethelred to defend London. Ethelred died on 23 April 1016, and the war between Edmund and Canute ended with victory for Canute at the Battle of Ashingdon on 18 October 1016.

Edmund’s reputation as a warrior was so great that Canute decided to give Wessex to Edmund while he ruled the rest of the country. However, Edmund died on 30 November and Canute became king of the whole country.

Hello world!

Hi,all. Nice to meet you. I’ll be reading your blogs with interest. Cheers