Jan Leeming Blog

HYDE PARK BOMBING 1982 AND WOOLWICH SHOOTING

Date: 22nd May 2013

WEDNESDAY 22nd MAY

What a strange day of coincidences. I was sitting typing my Blogs for the website and up came the news.

One item was about the sentencing of the man who set off the Bomb in Hyde Park in 1982. I remember the event very well indeed. I was about to do a presentation for some Corporate Event and heard a massive explosion. I was staying in the Royal Lancaster Hotel and immediately phoned the News Department at the BBC (I was at the time a BBC Newsreader). I thought that they’d already have heard but I was the first to phone in the news. I can still see the pall of smoke which rose in the distance.

I remember the News pictures that night and the scenes of carnage and dying horses lying on the road. The Household Cavalry had been passing when a car bomb was detonated – it was a nail bomb and the poor creatures were covered in piercings made by the nails.

Then another news item was concerning a police chase and shooting in John Wilson Street, Woolwich. My grandmother rented 109 John Wilson Street and that is where I lived for much of my life until my early teens. I used to catch the bus to my Convent School in Charlton – the Assumption Convent long since put to other uses. I do remember on one occasion we had a ‘pea souper’ fog and someone had to walk in front of the bus with a lighted flare. Another memory was the Catholic girls winding up we Non-Catholics and telling us that there was a ghost in the chapel.

I used to go blackberry picking in the park about a mile from my home – you were safe going out and about in those days.

I also remember going home on the bus one afternoon and the bus conductor asked me what my name was and when I told him that it was Janet Atkins and my Daddy was a soldier he replied - and is your father Tommy Atkins. ‘Yes’ I said delightedly ‘Do you know him’. I had no idea that soldiers were called Tommy Atkins and still don’t know why – will have to look it up on the Internet. Actually my father’s name is Ivan but my stepmother met him when they were both serving in Singapore and his nickname must have been Tommy and that’s what he has remained. I much prefer his real name.

And when I passed my 11+ I bussed in the other direction towards Abbey Wood and St. Joseph’s Convent – that was converted into flats some years ago.

 

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MANOR CARE HOME - OLD WINDSOR

Date: 19th May 2013

MANOR CARE HOME

Our mother has had to be admitted to a care home. With increasingly limited mobility, failing sight and hearing, our stepfather could no longer cope even with the help of Carers. Sunday the 19th May was Mummy’s 93rd birthday and my sister and I were very apprehensive on visiting her in the home for the first time. Fortunately our fears were groundless.

Mummy thinks she is in an hotel and indeed the building and the superb grounds would make you think it more an hotel than a care home. We were concerned that, on leaving, Mummy might want to come away with us but she was perfectly happy to kiss us goodbye and be wheeled into her supper. It is so sad that she is now in a wheelchair. She has stubbornly refused to use a walking stick and then a walking frame as her movement deteriorated. Now, because of several years of inactivity she is unable to walk. Mind you, she really should have had hip operations years ago and how that went under the radar is anyone’s guess. We both did as much as we could in contacting doctors etc. but Mummy would stubbornly declare that she didn’t need help.

I was also a trifle concerned because when I looked up the establishment I discovered that, on its last assessment, it had fallen short of some of the criteria with which it needs to comply. The home is only 7 years old and was part of the Southern Cross chain. After the collapse of that organisation, I think the home went through several owners. Now however it has acquired a superb General Manager – I think in the old days she would have been called Matron. Kaye van der Sloot has had 35 years of experience in the NHS and is versed in palliative care. Not only is she extremely well qualified but she is a very caring person with, seemingly endless patience.

My sister and I came away very happy that Mummy is in the best place for her now that her needs are so great. She has actually put on a little weight and there were the odd glimpses of the Mother we knew in days gone by. She has moments of lucidity and was quite amusing.

I take my hat off to the staff who work in Care Homes – it must be among the most demanding and possibly the least rewarding job in Nursing – by the latter I mean that you will never have the joy of seeing those in your care get better and gratefully and with relief, wave you goodbye.
 

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70th ANNIVERSARY OF THE 1000TH

Date: 15th May 2013

On 15th May 1943, René Mouchotte and Canadian Jack Charles shared the 'honour' of downing the 1000th Enemy Plane.  

They were based at the famous Fighter Station at Biggin Hill.   There was great media interest and the BBC's Gilbert Harding went to Biggin to interview the men.  He had to refer to René only by his Christian name.  The Free French were under sentence of death from the Vichy Government who regarded them as traitors.  Had René been shot down or captured in France, he would have been executed and his family persecuted.  

It was because of hiding his identity that, when his body washed up on the shore at Westende in Belgium  on 27th August 1943, he was wrongly identified and laid to rest in Grave 87.  He was eventually correctly identified because of the efficiency of the Death certificate, recording the description of his body and noting that, despite his identitiy disc bearing the name René Martin,  an article of clothing bore the name René Mouchotte. When the body was exhumed six years later, it was this detail which gave René his correct identitiy.  Following on from this, his remains were repatriated to France in November 1946.  He was given a full Military Funeral and High Mass in the Chapel at Les Invalides and then laid to rest in the family tomb at Pére Lachaise Cemetery in Paris.

Here are two links - the BBC online trailer for the documentary I made which aired in January and a link to a short presentation compiled by Ian Reed, Director of the Yorkshire Air Museum.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PCGWzG5sRrM
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-21181121
  

If you would like the whole 15 minute documentary and have a good download speed, then contact me and I will send it to you.  The download takes about 20 minutes.

Au revoir,  Jan

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WHAT IS IN A NAME? INCREDULITY

Date: 15th May 2013

INCREDULITY

I sometimes cannot believe what I read in the papers – total stupidity, ‘yuman rights’, political correctness but this one really takes the prize.  If it had been April 1st I would have assumed it to be an April Fool's joke but we are in mid-May.

Apparently an old lady wished to send an email Birthday greeting to a male friend through M & S. (Didn’t know they did them – I use Jacquie Lawson).

A message came back indicating that the message was unacceptable. She tried altering and resending with no luck. Finally it was explained that the name of her friend was the reason for the rejection. His name is Richard which in the old days was abbreviated to ‘Dick’.

My own father’s name is Ivan – which I understand is the Russian equivalent of Richard and his sister called him ‘Dick’. So, if she were still alive and wished to send him an email Birthday greeting, she would be censored.

WHAT A MAD MAD WORLD WE LIVE IN

My condolences to anyone called John Thomas.  I was actually introduced to a gentleman by that name many many years ago.  What idiocy will they think up next.  And so much of  supposed offence is actually in the minds of the 'correctness brigade'.  I would never in my wildest dreams have thought of the nickname 'Dick' as offensive.

 

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WINCHESTER CATHEDRAL

Date: 13th May 2013

WINCHESTER CATHEDRAL

I last visited Winchester Cathedral when I was in my twenties. I had a boyfriend whose great friend was the son of the Architect to the Dean and Chapter – a Mr. Carpenter Turner who lived in the magnificent Close. I remember that lunch so well because Mr. Carpenter Turner realised how interested I was in history etc. and offered to give me a private conducted tour of the Cathedral. He took me up high – not sure whether it was the Clerestory or the Triforium. (Today the public can go to the Triforium because it is at this level that the Winchester Bible is housed).

He showed me how the restorers were taking the Frescoes off the Walls onto silk so that the plaster could be repaired and then the Frescoes could be reinstated onto the walls. He also explained how they were trying to replicate the floor tiles so that they could replace them in the areas of damage. In fact he gave me one of the reproductions which had a Fleur de Lys but through my various moves it has disappeared.

He also told me the story of the ‘Diver’ who spent years under water shoring up the foundations of the Cathedral. I was absolutely thrilled with the private view – never ever thinking that one day I should be so closely involved with a Cathedral – our wonderful one in Canterbury.

So, back to my recent visit. There are not many Cathedrals that can match Canterbury but Winchester really does come a very close second – it has some architectural features which are better than ours at Canterbury and some which don’t quite compare. But it is a fascinating edifice to explore. Were I still living in Buckinghamshire, I’d certainly pay a regular visit. You can never take in all that a Cathedral offers in one visit. In fact, I’d go so far as to say that the more you visit, the more you uncover and the more you want to visit. So it is a ‘vicious’ circle.

I cannot begin to do justice to a description of the Cathedral. I will put up some photos for you but, if you want to know more, I suggest you go on line.

I spent about 2 hours in the Cathedral and had hardly scratched the surface of what it has to offer. Sadly the Winchester Bible is not available to view on Mondays so I shall have to go back. It is a object of absolute magnificence being worked in pure gold and lapis luzuli.

My visit was made complete by a woman who stood in front of me and said ‘Jan, I read about you doing assistant guiding at Canterbury Cathedral and that inspired me and here I am – a Guide’. That really made me feel proud. We are a band of people who feel passionately about our Cathedrals and spreading the word to members of the public is a great pleasure.
 

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JERSEY

Date: 7th May 2013

JERSEY

Had a short sojourn on the Channel Island of Jersey. I can only recall visiting it decades ago when I was presenting my own show ‘Women Only’ for HTV in Bristol and we went there to make a short documentary on the Cabbage Stalk Walking Stick Industry.

The weather was dreadful – cold, sunless and with incredibly strong cold winds. So, not the best for exploring the island and certainly not the kind of weather for cliff top walks. However, because of the inclemency of the weather we were able to ‘do’ most of the Attractions of the Island.

So what were the highlights.

I loved Orgueil Castle and, though I did understand all the ‘features’ installed probably for the interest of the younger generation, I’d have preferred my Castle to have been a little less gimmicky. That said, it was a great thrill to wander around and conjure up the past.

The Occupation Tapestry was stunning – comprising panels made by people in the different parishes of the island. That was an absolute ‘must see’ and it is a shame that it never travels to the mainland for exhibition.

The Jersey Museum was very well laid out and had the most charming gentleman greeting visitors on arrival. Me being me and still with the enquiring mind of an interviewer, I always want to know that little bit more. Alan wasn’t very busy and we had a long conversation with him, discovering in the process that he is distantly related to the Jersey Lily – the actress Lily Langtry who had a much publicised romance with the Prince of Wales later to become Edward VII. And much more interesting for me was the fact that she was born Emilie Charlotte Le Breton. Richard le Breton was one of the four knights who murdered Thomas Becket – somewhere along the line they are probably related.
There’s a display cabinet with an amazing travelling case – a sort of beauty box of her day – but it is massive and totally crammed with brushes, mirrors, perfume bottles etc all made in silver and decorated with turquoise. I’d not brought my camera with me assuming that one cannot take photos in a museum but the kindly Alan said I could return the next day and he’d let me in to photograph the display. It was not an easy exhibit to capture – the lighting was very subdued and had a yellowish tinge to it but I’ll display it below and all other photos will have to go into the gallery.

The other stunning exhibit – which we were very fortunate to see because it is only on loan until July – was the massive painting ‘The Battle for Jersey’. A whole room has been devoted to the exhibition and the story of the Battle and the painting is told from the perspective of the Artist and a member of the public coming to view the painting who challenges the Artist as to the historic accuracy. In fact, it is historically very inaccurate but it is a stunning painting and it was great to sit and hear the story of the Battle and why the artist did what he did to it. I think it ought to be on permanent loan to Jersey but then I suppose many folk would be deprived of the opportunity to view it.

The Jersey Experience – the story of the island of Jersey from the Norman Conquest was imaginatively portrayed as if one were in the ruined Manor House of Brecquette, at St. Ouens Bay,which was engulfed by the sea in 1356. (Apparently on very very low tides, you can still see bits and pieces of the ruin. Can you imagine a tide coming in which completely submerged a large house – a bit like a mini tsunami I suppose).

I absolutely adore Orchids - so the Orchid Farm was a big must.  It was all very interesting but they deal mainly with Hybrids and, personally, I don't like some of the more modern varieties with spots all over them looking as though someone has flicked paint.  I was also very disappointed that there were no orchids for sale as I'd hoped to bring one or two back to join my collection.  (Considering that I don't have a greenhouse and all my orchids are grown in various locations around the flat - according to their needs i.e.  light and airy, needing partial shade etc - I've not done badly and have half a dozen which have reflowered.  My Cymbidium is 'under sentence of death'.  I've had it two years and though it looks healthy enough and has put out several new shoots over that time, there's not been a single flower stem.  It takes up a lot of room so ..........)

We had some very enjoyable meals – Longueville Manor was a delight – wonderful old Manor house with fascinating paneling and though it had many rooms and dozens of covers, one never felt as if one were in a large ‘restaurant’. The Menu was interesting without being pretentious. Loved it. (How often these days do you see two lines of description which has you salivating and when the meal arrives it never seems to live up to the sales pitch)  Outside there were two huge creations of a horse and a deer - I've not idea what you would call the art - it looked as though the animals were made from driftwood but, if so, incredibly well put together.

Round the corner from the hotel in St. Helier, was a delightful Italian restaurant – Casa Mia. We ran in there to get out of the wind and were very pleased with the result. Although not cooked at the table, they did a special for me. I don’t eat much meat but I do love a Steak Diane and it was absolutely delicious.

Being on an island I was very much hoping to have some lobster at a ‘not ridiculously inflated price’. Lobster seemed to be in short supply – maybe because of the gale force winds and choppy seas. However I was persuaded to try Chancre Crab in the Old Court House (setting for many of the Bergerac programmes). It was excellent and frankly there was so much meat on it, it was more substantial than lobster.

St. Matthew’s - The Lalique Church. Although I don’t have any Lalique it is something I would collect if I were in that price bracket. So visiting the Glass Church was a must.
The attraction of St Matthew's lies in its glass but it is the moulded white glass, or verre blanc moulé-pressée, formulated by Lalique and used by him to make much of the furniture of the church normally associated with wood and stone. The font, windows, screens, communion tables and cross are all Lalique's work as are the Lady Chapel, and The Vestibule.
Lalique began the work in 1932, commissioned by Florence Boot, Lady Trent, the widow of Jesse Boot, Baron Trent, the founder of Boot's the Chemist. Lady Trent had a residence in the South of France situated next door to that of René Lalique. Lady Trent encouraged her friend and artist/craftsman neighbour to design and create new fixtures and fittings for the interior of St Matthew's as a dedication to her late husband. The magnificent works were completed in 1934.

Unfortunately the lighting in one of the panels behind the altar was not functioning but I took a photo anyway.

Elizabeth Castle is in many ways far less interesting and attractive than Mt. Orgueil Castle but what made it a great visit were the two ‘Actors’ – one in costume demonstrating how to load and fire a musket and another who related how the soldiers were enveigled into the Army and told us about their living conditions. He really was a character and then he ‘told’ all the men they had to join up. So the male tourists fell into line and then were drilled and ‘abused’ by said Sergeant Major – all highly amusing especially for we women who didn’t have to participate.

A chap in a garage confirmed that the wonderful summers of the past were long since gone, the weather had changed and along with it the tourism industry which is now a shadow of it’s former glory.

The first part of the return journey from Jersey to Guernsey was horrendous for me – I am not a good sailor and the seas were dreadful. I was very concerned at how I’d cope for the next 3 hours but once out of Guernsey and re-seated facing the direction of travel, I felt relatively OK.

 

 

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UKIP

Date: 3rd May 2013

UKIP

Well well well – it doesn’t surprise me how well they’ve done in the Local Elections. I know that this rarely translates into votes at the General Election but I sincerely hope it serves as a wake-up call to David Cameron and even more so to Nick Clegg and alerts them to the ‘real’ worries confronting the electorate. Perhaps they will now stop wasting our money on minority issues such as Gay Marriage. I have many well loved Gay friends in very happy and long lived relationships and they themselves think that Gay Marriage was a step too far. And as for the millions wasted on AV – which Cameron promised Clegg!!!!! And yet did Clegg keep his word with regard to Boundary changes – No, he didn’t. I have read that, had the boundaries been changed and more fair, the Conservatives would have almost romped home at the last election instead of having to form a Coalition with a Party which has never held office within living memory.

The Local Elections vote has shown that the public at large are more concerned about unchecked immigration and our membership of the EU. I’ve written before and stated that I don’t think most of us are equipped with enough knowledge to say whether we should or should not be part of the European Union BUT what concerns the majority is the European Court of Human Rights and its implications for so many facets of our everyday life. A prime example, of course, is our inability to deport terrorists who wish us nothing but harm and yet are not only allowed to remain in this country (which often gives them the free speech they would not be allowed in their own), to draw benefits, to take advantage of a Legal Aid System, but to openly abuse us and call for the downfall of all those who do not subscribe to what they see as the only true religion. It is total madness.

I don’t have enough knowledge but I do know that the original Lisbon Treaty was drawn up after the war to ensure that never again would there ever be anything like the Holocaust. This was absolutely right and proper but it has been mangled and misinterpreted, very often by our Left leaning judiciary, so that terrorists can remain here in a safe haven because they might be tortured in their own countries most of which have the death penalty.

We really do live in a Mad Mad Mad World.

 

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SINGLETONS

Date: 3rd May 2013

SINGLETONS

Apart from the lack of companionship, Singles are discriminated against in so many different ways.

If you are a single woman, you are not totally persona  grata at lunch and dinner parties or anywhere in a mixed gathering for that matter. But if you are a single man – short, bald, fat and with bad breath – you are welcomed with open arms. Mind you ‘twas ever thus. Historically a man will look for a much younger mate and that goes back to prehistoric man who needed to keep his genes alive to make a strong family. And so many women are scared of having their mate ‘stray’. It is so sad because if there is no Trust between a couple, what have they got. (I know I’ve been let down many times but it never crossed my mind not to trust my partner)  I have noticed it's the happiest couples who do invite a single woman to a meal.  

The above is said with slight tongue in cheek but on to more serious issues. In a recent survey the percentage of single households was 31% - many of these may have chosen singledom and many will have had it cast upon them by death and divorce.  And with regard to the latter, it is a common misconception that women come off better in divorce.  I can assure you that is not the case.  I know several women, myself included, who have been left worse off than when they started on a relationship.  We are invariably the women who have loved with our hearts and not our heads.

So where is the Singleton discrimination in everyday life? It is almost worst  in supermarkets where, in effect the single shopper is ‘subsidising’ the larger household. Let me give you an example. I live on my own and have a very small fridge and freezer so it is useless for me to take advantage of the 3 for 2 offers, or buy one pineapple and get one ‘free’!!!!! Frankly if the supermarket can offer a reduced price why is this not applied to the individual item. I eat very little bread and buy about one loaf a month which I keep in the freezer taking out the slices when I need them. The other day I needed my monthly loaf of Vogel Bread – yes there they were buy 2 for £2 but if you only wanted one you paid the full price of, I think, £1.35. I have nowhere to put a second loaf so reluctantly had to pay the higher price.  And this happens with monotonous regularity.

It is in hotels and other accommodation where one is charged a disproportionately large excess for a single room and invariably that is one of the worst in an establishment – usually in the well of the building overlooking the central heating or the boiler house!

As far as I know, there are no ‘single occupancy’ cabins on Cruise ships.

I recently decided that I was not going to be beaten by this ‘aloneness’ and having been invited down to my much loved Provence by friends of mine, I thought I’d make a real holiday of it, take a brave pill and drive down visiting many of the historical sites I would so love to see. I bought the latest Alasdair Sawday guide to B & B in France and started looking at a route. I always used  the guide when my ex and I went down to Provence regularly and have to say that it is an excellent book. Of course, I didn’t scan the whole book but of the 20 hostelries I looked at, only one offered a single room. This meant that, had I gone ahead with my plan, I would have had to pay for a double everywhere I stayed. I don’t blame the proprietors because providing single rooms is less economically viable for them. But it does make taking a break doubly expensive. And despite having hundreds of Air Miles (which I never seem to be able to use) I now loathe Airports.  So I'm taking the Eurostar and TGV down to Avignon - almost no luggage restrictions, good leg room, pleasant scenery and a wonderful opportunity to get stuck into a book with no interuptions.

Not that anything can be done about it but if you take your car abroad it is far less economical than having a car full. Heating one’s premises is costly as we all know but as a single you have to pay the same price as you would if your home were being lived in by 4, 6 or any number of people.  And why, as a single occupier, are you only allowed a third off the Council Tax?

So to sum up, there are many areas in which absolutely nothing can be done about singledom, but I cannot see why supermarkets don’t charge a lower price for their goods instead of making it look as though they are doing you a favour by offering you 'one for free'.  They've done their homework - they aren't giving anything away.  They are working on buying in bulk,  slightly smaller profit but a larger turnover, 

I can’t think of too many advantages of living on one’s own. Having said that, I am totally free to come and go as I wish, do not have to put three meals a day on the table, can read in bed at night to my heart's content,  and don’t have to iron shirts – a job I always loathed. In fact, I was once criticised for the way I’d ironed shirts, so I told him to iron them himself and I meant it!!!

Au revoir, Jan

 

 

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BOMBER COMMAND MEMORIAL - Tunisie and Guyenne Squadrons

Date: 2nd May 2013

BOMBER COMMAND – Tunisie and Guyenne Squadrons

Last week I attended a small ceremony at the Bomber Command Memorial in London.   It was to commemorate the two French Bomber Squadrons stationed at RAF Elvington during WW2.

Afterwards we crossed the road (with great difficulty – you have to make a route march to cross - either on the Underpass at Hyde Park Corner or walk towards Piccadilly Circus and cross at the traffice lights) and the Squadron Badges  were presented to the Club and will hang on the wall alongside hundreds of others.

There was a lunch and many interesting people with whom to converse. Then I found myself with André Hautot. His is a very interesting story. Andre was still with his mother in Algeria or Tunisia. The area was occupied by the Italians. One Italian soldier who was friendly with the family suggested that the Germans were taking over from the Italians (which they did) and if Andre did not escape he might be deported for labour in Germany - this did happen when Vichy France changed it's arrangements and sent all young French men to work camps in Germany. So, they obtained an Italian uniform and set him off to walk towards the British Lines. Andre was challenged by an India soldier of the Indian Army and arrested as a spy! Is was not until an English Officer realised what he was that he was repatriated and joined the French air force.
At 15, André was the youngest member of the force.

What was so interesting for me was that, on recounting my research and documentary about René Mouchotte, André said that he had met René in July 1943 at the Headquarters of Gen. de Gaulle.

Yet another little strand in the ongoing Mouchotte story.

 

This is the badge corridor where the Tunisie and Guyenne badges will hang

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SABC TV Licence - Eureka - Success

Date: 2nd May 2013

SABC TV Licence – Eureka- Success

I know that many of you in South Africa tune in to my Blog so I must tell you that at long last the wretched business of my SABC TV Licence has been sorted.

Just a brief resumé – I had a flat in Capetown and went there for 3 months each year for seven years. I had a television and paid my licence every year when I returned in January. Circumstances forced me to sell it in 2010 and I wound up all my affairs. I was contacted in 2011 for non payment of TV licence. I rang various departments and spoke to several people and finally sent a copy of my passport proving I’d left the country when I said I had. In 2012 I was pestered again and assuming it was just a bureaucratic error, ignored it. This year I received another email demanding payment and then was put on a Debtor’s list.

Thanks entirely to the help received from a lovely man at the South African High Commission in London, I got the appropriate form stamped and witnessed at the Commission  proving that I do not live in SA and do not have a TV. But then to whom should I send the document? I was constantly ignored by Ms. Du Plessis from whom the demanding emails were coming. I begged for some way whereby I could be assured that if I sent the document it would be acknowledged. I also wrote to the Communications and Liaison Officer Christelle Keevy – all was met with a resounding silence.

I was loathe to send the document but the dear man at the High Commission scanned it and it was this I sent to Ms. Du Plessis and Ms. Keevy. I received no acknowledgement from either and then yesterday I received a document absolving me and acknowledging that I no longer need a TV licence and the matter has been drawn to a close. No apology, no good wishes, nothing – a complete lack of common courtesy.

It was worth the inconvenience of travelling to London to get the document officially witnessed. I feel that had I had it witnessed by a UK Commissioner for Oaths it could have disappeared into the ether.

All in all I have spent several days of my time attempting to sort out this matter, have been very concerned about it, had one sleepless night, and been involved in expense.

Had it not been for my saviour in the High Commission – who has to deal with several cases like mine every month (and I’m sure he has better things to do with his time) I’m not sure how the matter could have been resolved. I was up against a faceless bureaucracy – perhaps Ms. Du Plessis didn’t really exist!!

So to all of you out there, including the lady whose long deceased mother is still being bothered for payment of a licence fee, all I can say is ‘Heaps of Good Luck’ – you’ll need it!!
 

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