Sunday, 19 July 2015
Are you a radio person? Do you switch on first thing in the morning, listen to it whilst having breakfast, getting your family sorted out for the day, in the car on the way to work/shops/school, back home as an accompaniment to the ironing perhaps?
I never considered myself a radio person until recent times. As a teen I listened to Radio Caroline (that dates me!), Radio Luxembourg, often under the covers in bed when I was supposed to be going to sleep. But that seems typical of many teens of that era. Do they do it now I wonder? Listen under the bedclothes? They have so many more options these days.
I'm a silent person really. I like the quiet, have no need, on a daily basis, to have the radio on and constant background noise of music or chat. Except, it seems of late, when it comes to Sunday morning, the occasional early evening, Saturday mornings too, sometimes. I sit in my chair in my workroom, feet up, radio on beside me. Sundays it's usually The Archers omnibus, Radio Four or LBC if I'm in the mood for listening to ordinary people phoning in and discussing topics of the day. Never music, apart from the very occasional Classic FM. I like chat it seems, on the radio these days, not music.
Saturdays and the odd early evening, same venue, but instead of crochet as my pastime, it's colouring in, which I've been doing for years and years, long before it became a national obsession as I heard someone describe it. Someone who didn't realise just how relaxing it can be, since he said it in a derogatory tone. Mind, it's more a female thing isn't it, colouring in?
But I digress.
Yesterday I listed to Radio Four Extra, and heard 'Life with the Lyons', 'Hancock's Half Hour' and 'The Navy Lark', none of which will mean anything perhaps, to younger readers of this blog. But for those of a certain age....
They brought back memories. My husband recalls listening to 'The Navy Lark' on a Sunday afternoon, doing his homework, with a cat for company. Being a goody two shoes I'd done mine on the Friday, when I got home from school, wanting to get it out of the way, leaving the weekend free. Not that it was an eventful, socially full weekend. We lived miles out of town, no school friends near even if I'd wanted to spend time with them (or they with me for that matter), views from the window of horses in fields and the sea. It was a time spent with my Mum, going on coach trips sometimes, more often than not into town for shopping, a bus ride away, so lunch out once the shopping had been done, in a cafe called The Morocco which served tea and coffee in brown, smoked glass cups and saucers, and Kunzel Cakes, little sickly chocolatey cakes that would have the Sugar Police cringeing these days. But I only had one a week, honest!
But that was Saturdays, Sundays were spent listening to the radio in the afternoon. So for me, 'The Navy Lark' recalled wintry Sunday afternoons sitting either side of a blazing coal fire, Mum with her knitting or sewing, me knitting or doing something arty with gummed paper shapes, fuzzy felts too.
Simple Pleasure on Sundays... this morning it's The Archers on the radio with my crochet, this afternoon it's The Open on television, with knitting. A simple life indeed.
What's your simple pleasure on a Sunday, if you have one?
Posted by Edwina at 02:38