Hands up who likes standing in queues, being barged by trolleys never finding anywhere to park and always trying to find where the sugar has been moved to. I don’t see many hands up. So maybe we could do with another supermarket? We are the largest population centre in Cornwall so there are a fair few of us all using the two major supermarkets at any one time. When summer comes round and Cornwall swells up then trying to go shopping is an even worse nightmare, so I certainly think we could do with another supermarket and I have to say I’m pretty glad that it’s Sainsburys; I just find its location a bit odd. Surely we have enough old industrial land to be able to house a shopping village the size of the one they’re proposing rather than tearing up those lovely fields on the drive out of St Austell? I’m also not certain why anyone thinks the west of St Austell, where very few people live, is a good idea. To compound the issue, they are going to build a Waitrose to the east of Truro, again on lovely rolling fields where no one lives. I’m really not sure how all the people traveling from Threemilestone across Truro or from Par along the bypass to get to these new supermarkets will help alleviate traffic congestion. In fact you’d be hard pressed to think of two worse bottle necks in Cornwall.
As soon as Bonfire night is over I find that as a business we automatically turn to Christmas. The shop is beginning to fill up with little goodies and as I have a Christmas Fair over at Newquay this year I have even more goodies than normal. I’m particularly pleased with the stationery lines that we have. I know that in the age of the internet and mobile phones, which instant messaging, texts and e-mails than hand written word seems to be coming a bit of a rare bird but who doesn’t love to receive a real letter through the post? A blog is never going to be the same as a journal, Facebook may be a clever all dancing and singing bit of kit but it can’t replace the privacy of a diary. With this in mind I’ve chosen some lovely notecards, stationery sets, journals and notepads, they are beautiful to look at as well as to hold and to write on and I hope that they prove very popular. I’ll be selling them at the Macmillan fair but I’m keeping some back for the shop so that everyone can get to have a browse. In addition to these I’ve gone mad and have stocked in some new books for Christmas. These are really special books that will make memorable presents so I hope that I haven’t taken too much of a gamble. You’ll have to come and have a look and tell me what you think.
Along with prevaricating less I have also felt that life might be more exciting if I said yes rather than no, before I go further I’d like to state that my answer won’t be yes to everything but just a bit more than I do now. Anyway, that’s how I came to be driving over to Boconnoc Church in order to perform in a Scratch Messiah. In case you don’t know what that means, and one week ago I was in your number, it means a last minute thrown together rehearsal and performance of Handel’s Messiah. When my friends asked me, it sounded like a laugh, I used to be in a competition standard choir when I was younger and I thought I should be OK. At that point I was ignoring a few important facts, I have never sung the Messiah and it was a very long time ago since I was in a choir. I was driving over to meet the girls on a gorgeous Saturday; issues of pee, poo, mud, rugby and boys were left behind and I raced through the autumn countryside humming away to the bits of the Messiah that I knew. Best just clarify that the boys were not responsible for the pee and poo issues. Neither was Steve. Agatha is still providing us with daily challenges but that’s a whole other column. Now where, was I? Ah yes, rolling through the Cornish countryside, trilling out my halleluiahs. Over the week I had managed to listen to the Messiah twice and I discovered that it was a lot longer than I realised, a lot more complicated and a hell of a lot higher than I could manage. Certainly I used to be a soprano but as I’ve got older I have found that my voice, along with other things has started to head south. When I was singing top C it made the boys search for injured cats. My confidence was also beginning to head south.