1 EAGLETON NOTES: The Postman Called

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Thursday, 27 June 2013

The Postman Called

I have so many posts in draft and so many from ages ago that topicality will certainly not be the point when I press the 'publish' button.  I will start today with an incident from yesterday.  Just after noon the postman arrived.   He went to the back of his van and produced a large and fairly heavy cardboard box.  "You have no idea how glad I am to be getting rid of this." he said.  "I just wish that you were at the start of my round and not over half way through.  It smells like some very serious cheese."  That was odd because I certainly hadn't ordered any cheese.  I duly applied my monicker to his electronic pad.  We were just chatting when Gaz's posemobile drew up and the postie and Gaz started an animated chat about times past, present and future (postie was in school with our first son, Andrew).

In the meantime I came into the house and opened the parcel: a scrumptious hamper which was, you guessed it, based on superb cheeses and all the accompaniments.  It was a birthday prezzie from Gaz.  (the sending of which had been delayed due to the fact that the post would't deliver anything over 10kg so the company had had to seek revised instructions from Gaz).  Postie's and my curiosity suitably satisfied Gaz and I had a wonderful leisurely and suitably cheesy lunch.  The lettuce and tomatoes offset the cheese and tracklements - leastways we kidded ourselves that they did. 

I'm sure that anyone who loves cheese (and possibly many who don't) can tell tales of travelling with cheese.  We drove en famille from Barvaria once with a cheese which had been give to us as a present (I seem to recall it was Limburger)  which despite being in a container and triple wrapped in polythene stank the car out for the 1000+ miles home to the Hebrides.

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  1. which means it has been your birthday and I must have missed it! or was it so long ago I have forgotten and that is why the cheese smells?

    Anyway - belated congratulations. Glad the cheese was good!

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    1. Thanks Fiona. My birthday was at the beginning of the month. I've almost forgotten about it. The cheese was fresh the sending having been delayed whilst the company contacted Gaz who was on holiday.

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  2. Belated birthday prezzies are the best...glad you enjoyed the cheese hamper assortment. Gaz is very thoughtful and smart to be around for its arrival.
    I had to look up "tracklements" but that's why I like your blog, I always learn a lot.

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    1. They are good, Virginia, 'cos they are an unexpected surprise. I just love the word but it's nowadays used in a wider sense than it's original meaning of jelly for eating with meat and is used for pickles and other similar things (by me anyway!).

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  3. I was once sent a box of kippers. Des that count?

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    1. Oh yes. Definitely Frances. Few fish can beat a properly smoked kipper. The odd thing is that despite having a kipper smokehouse on the Island I rarely eat them. I must remedy that.

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  4. Oh my goodness, please tell me that you have read the book, "Three Men In A Boat" by Jerome K. Jerome. It's so very funny and the part about the cheese made me laugh really hard, not just chuckle, but really laugh!
    I love that the postman got it right!

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    1. Yes Kay I have read 'Three Men in a Boat'. In fact I've read it twice and the last time was only a year or two ago. I thought that I might have posted about it in Eagleton Book Notes but apparently I did not.

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  5. My thoughts went straight to Three Men in a Boat too. I suspect the mildish kind of cheese I eat would hardly be considered worthy of the name by your tastebuds...

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    1. Monica, 'mild' and 'cheese' never appear in the same phrase or clause when I am talking about cheese that I eat.

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  6. Gosh, I'm sorry, Graham, I missed your birthday. Seem to be missing a lot of things lately, life is whizzing by too busily. Funny story!

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    1. Not a problem Pauline. If other people hand't sent me cards I'd have forgotten it too.

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  7. Wish I'd been there!

    The one I don't like is - damn, forgotten the name - shows my state of mind at the moment! Any way, whenevr we get it it stinks the fridge out irrespective of its wrappers. Camembert, that's it.

    (I first of all typed 'stonks the fridge out'. I like that phrase - I think I'll keep it. A stonking cheese!)

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    1. Good use of the adjective CJ. I use it a lot to emphasis how good something is.

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  8. T still remembers returning from France on the ferry with a hamper of cheese and finding he had a wonderfully wide choice of seats in what was otherwise a crowded lounge.....

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    1. That sounds a really good way to clear a gap around you Jenny.

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  9. Limburger certainly is the most smelly cheese I have ever come across! It really is tasty, but I refrain from buying it because of the strong smell.
    Usually, when my parents bought cheese in France directly from the dairy, half of it was gone by the time we arrived back in our village. They shouldn't have left where my sister and I could reach.

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    1. I thought that was the one Meike. Thanks for confirming it. I thought you'd like cheese.

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