More Parish Notes from John the Ticket
You know over the years as a Parish Councillor I have met so many people. Some on a fairly regular basis and many usually associated with planning applications or guests at the various fund raising events I have been involved in. Now I am not as young as I was and my memory for names has never been very good. (Who am I?) Some days ago I made the classic mistake of thinking a lovely family who knew me by name and I thought they were another family. My apologies. Please remember when you do call me by name and I look it bit blank remind me, the village idiot, who you are (and who I am).
Oil Boiler Central Heating Crisis
On a very cold 26 November our central heating radiators started gurgling such that soon afterwards our oil boiler expired with the central heating water leaking onto the garage floor from the heat exchanger. The header tank valve had seized and air had entered the pipes causing an overheating of the boiler. A £20 ball valve failure cost us over £6,500 of damage! (moral - do check your central heating header tank from time to time, as the symptoms can be silent until it’s too late).
An earlier article in this esteemed publication, about the exploits of the heroic village football team, set me wondering as to what changes Jim Huntley, the goalkeeper, must have witnessed in the village since he was born here in 1943. It also set me thinking about the changes that I have seen take place in the relatively short time that I've been here.
Memory is a wonderful attribute but one can be absolutely sure that it is often perverse and that it always plays tricks. I reflected upon the time that we have lived in the village and found myself trying to focus on what were the major changes that have taken place. What 'progress' had been made over those years. I couldn't come up with a reasoned answer and so what follows is a random selection of a few of those changes that
I have witnessed...
Values are what make us who we are. Values are the things that are important to us, the foundation of our lives. Our values show us the way. They are the compass guiding everything we do - our thinking, our decision making, our choices, ultimately our actions and behaviour and they influence our emotions.
Our Values-based education philosophy underpins our work. We use Education in Human Values (EHV) Programme as part of our PSHE curriculum. We follow the Five Universal Values: Right Conduct, Love, Peace, Truth and Non-Violence and many other related values. We also actively promote fundamental British values of democracy, individual liberty, mutual respect and tolerance of those from all faiths, backgrounds and cultures.
We model values by putting values into action. Year 3 & 4 children in Skylarks have written a class poem ‘What Values Mean to Me’. We hope you will enjoy it.
What Values Mean to Me
Right Conduct means doing the right thing
Being nice, showing respect and apologising.
Behaving sensibly and helping each other,
Even if it’s not our own little brother!
Love is sharing and being happy to lend,
Caring for everyone and being a good friend.
Love is being thoughtful and helping out,
Showing others you like them, without any doubt.
Peace is harmony, getting on together
Time to relax and reflect, arguing never.
Feeling content, calm and happy,
But remembering to be quiet - not too chatty!
Truth is about honesty, owning up when you’re wrong
It is not about lying or breaking the rules all day long.
Always be honest when you’re in deep trouble
Or you might find yourself in a horrible muddle!
Non-Violence is not hurting, not fighting,
Thinking of others and how they are feeling.
No nasty words or comments are made
Including everyone, differences fade.
By Skylarks Class
Welcome to February The Roman month Februarius was named after the Latin term ‘februum’, which means purification, via the purification ritual ‘Februa’ held on February 15 (full moon) in the old lunar Roman calendar - not a lot of people know that. There is evidence of the existence of a Roman temple in Weycock Field in the parish, by the railway tracks at Weycock Bridge. Who knows what might have been going on to purify the residents of our village in Roman times. It’s probably better that we don’t.