30th May 2016
Quite something, this bank holiday weather. We ended up spending the weekend in the garden, actually gardening not just sitting looking at it I hasten to add. Such activity gets to the old bones doesn't it? We're now complaining about our aching joints which is pretty much the norm these days. Jay and Lesley have been sunning themselves in Lisbon over the weekend and are due back today. |
Yesterday (29th) was Oak Apple Day - not sure if anyone needs to know that - it commemorates the restoration of King Charles II to the British throne (1660). It became known as Oak Apple Day after he hid in the now famous oak at Boscobel - just up the road from here.
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I have a little Oak Apple Day story of my own - apologies if I've bored you with this before but old people are know to repeat themselves. Once upon a time, when Jay was a teenager and a member of the ATC (Air Training Corps 2078 Boscobel Squadron, Codsall) the C.O. organised an annual medal walk with people turning up from all over the country to participate. One particular year Jay asked me to fill a backpack with a given weight of soil for a training exercise to see if he could hack the tough stuff. However, I managed to muddle up lbs and kilos. On completing the walk and ending up virtually on his knees, we realised I had muddled up lbs and kilos and he had carried twice the recommended weight for 26 miles.
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28th May 2016
Fresh holes in the hostas had me out early doing snail patrol. The mighty molluscs drive me mad. There's always a surfeit of the greedy blighters who are clever enough to avoid the snail pelletts. The ones I spotted were giant snails and whale sized slugs, all now trapped in a flower pot at the bottom of the dustbin. |
Hope everyone has an enjoyable bank holiday weekend - looks like we're in for a bit of sunshine. I expect we'll be grubbing in the garden.
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We had a feel good moment this morning. A few unwanted items: standard lamp, some mirrors and another item (which we can't remember what it was) have raised £50 for British Heart Foundation. You ring up and they collect your items - I was surprised when they took the trouble to send a letter to say how much they had raised. Here's the number, it's a free one: 0800 138 6566.
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27th May 2016
RIP Grandad Mitchell. It's been a long day today - everyone's a bit tired now. We're just back from Chip's funeral (Gary's father, Carol's father-in-law.) Karen and Carol began early with all the making and baking. Ian and Andrew (with input from Jon in NZ) delivered a eulogy of their happy childhood memories of Granddad. With Chip laid to rest we all went back to Karen's. As always on these occasions, it was good to catch up with family and friends - there was quite a crowd. Eventually people dispersed and when we were down to a handful we went outside to enjoy the early evening sunshine. It was then I spotted something that amused me. Maxine (close family friend) had shed her smart black shoes and surreptitiously slid into Emma's Tigger slippers, relaxed and ready for the uncorking of something to drink that isn't dispensed from a teapot. Sorry Max, don't know how I managed to chop the top of your off I'm not very good at phone photos but have to add, a fashion faux pas will always hit the headlines.. |
26th May 2016
Apologies for my absence - I didn't turn up at this morning's art class either. I've had a couple of rubbish days and nights but I'm up and kicking and back to bore the pants of you. I'm a little bit vacant this morning so bear with me - I've just engaged in a really long text conversation with Rajni (Andy's wife) and then when I told her about a picture Carol had sent me the conversation I thought I was having took a different turn. The next text message said, " I'm Carol." See what I mean? I'd been waffling away to Carol thinking I was ear-holing Raj. No wonder my lot shake their heads in despair. I've been chatting with Jonathan too (via Whats App) - during his eight or nine months away enjoying tropical sunshine he's a bit miffed that it's now turned cold in New Zealand - his comment this morning, "it's freezing here." |
I've had a message from the Staffordshire Smart Alert system - I think I've been automatically linked to it via the Neighbouhood Watch scheme. Worth registering if you want to know what is amiss in our area. I was astonished to read the contents of this mornings message. Someone has nicked a Post Box from Wolverhampton Road, Pattingham. Unbelievable! I can only presume it's one of the small square contraptions rather than a big round one cemented to the footpath. The thought of someone lugging a big red pillar box up the road is ridiculous. Anyway, here's a link if you're interested...
http://www.staffordshiresmartalert.uk/staffs/ |
23nd May 2016
I see Rene's been in a bit of bother. Her son-in-law came to "tidy up" her computer - you know, delete cookies and do a general spring clean and kick out any stray viruses. In so doing he found a cyber trail of the websites she'd visited and consternation set in when he tripped over one called "The Best Bottoms in the Land". Well, what else could he think? Fear not... she'd been doing research, looking up actors who had played Bottom in Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream". A force nine sigh of relief swept through Rene's family - I thought "blue" text appropriate under the circumstances even if it was a false alarm. |
We went up to Tettenhall Green yesterday afternoon to watch Carol singing with her choir called "Got to Sing". All went well and their stint was well timed and ended just before the rain arrived. As always she's lurking at the back - a bit of her left cheek is visible on this pic.
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Our little hawthorn tree is in flower at the moment - I think it's the pretties thing. We planted it a couple of years ago. Already I've forgotten its botanical name but I remember the label said that its common name is The Midland Hawthorn. It's a dainty little tree and we'll probably keep it clipped quite small. We're aiming to do that with all our shrubs so that we don't have to wobble about on steps or ladders.
Haven't decided what do with the rest of today - but it's Monday, washing's on, wind's blowing, boring! I've just read Bill Bryson's chapter on Norfolk - it cheered me up no end, so funny.
The sun stayed out and we went to Ashwood Garden Centre in time for lunch - the place where they do cake to die for. I opted or a salad sandwich (how noble is that?) and Bern had stilton and leek soup with a cheese and onion scone. When we got back I nailed my bum to the chair daring myself to stay there until I'd done tomorrow's writers' meeting homework. We have to write a five minute Radio Talk. I've churned one out but can assure you the BBC won't be hot my heels. |
21st May 2016
We have an odd anniversary today - it's the day British Summer Time was first introduced by the Summer Time Act of 1916. Daylight saving was put in place in the UK to aid production in factories and munitions works during World War 1. |
Jay called in yesterday - he'd been on a lengthy bike ride and arrived in sweaty lycra, funny hat, strange shoes, the usual cyclist kit that we see zipping round the lanes on a sunny day. He was on a rest day ( is that resting?) before starting a weekend of 10 hour shifts. Cycling seems to be the thing these days - have you seen the uncomfortable saddles they perch on? I'm all for it though, it's good exercise. a calorie burner, and doesn't pollute the atmosphere... not that I'll be joining in you understand.
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Don't know what we'll do the rest of today... ooh someone's at the door. It's Trudie (sister in law). Must put the kettle on... catch you later.
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20th May 2016
On the 18th we were talking "dander" and yesterday up popped Grayson Perry - Maggie has left us a message to say Grayson Perry gets her dander up - I guess many a dander has been upped by his recent artwork. I feel able to forgive such a flamboyant tranny anything, especially as he's so creative and has an excellent command of our language. I watched his programme last night and loved how he confronted the all powerful self-serving, single-minded city slickers. |
I've been out jumping on snails again - I found a grandad sized one smack in the middle of a well chewed hosta - revenge is sweet.
Bern's had a disturbed night's sleep - he's out like a light the minute his head hits the pillow but I was reading well into the early hours and laughing my way through the Bill Bryson book so I was getting the occasional sleepy mutter "wassa marra...." Reply: "nothing love, go back to sleep." |
Referendum bumph continues to sail through the letterbox - it only gets a cursory glance because I've made up my mind - my battle chant is "Exit Brexit bugger off Europe" (to the tune of the Toreador song from Bizet's Carmen) or something like that.
The leaves are on the cherry tree and faded blossom is confetti-ing all over the show. Here I am all contrary again - some complain about the mess but I like to see it showering down with every passing breeze - it's spring! |
19th May 2016
Just nipping off to art class - catch up with you later. Thinking of you Rene... (poor Rene is still grounded by a painful back). Home again now. I managed to do an ink drawing, it's not a show-stopper though. Roland was called away halfway through the session as his wife had had a fall and he had to get her to A&E so here's hoping all goes well for them. Then Bern, Jay and I went to a funeral in Codsall - Robin Pollard, father of one of Jay's old school friends. RIP Robin. The piece of music at the end of the service took everyone by surprise and we couldn't help laughing. After the sombre proceedings the church suddenly reverberated to the tune of a very lively Scottish reel. As ever on these occasions it's good to see old friends and count the years. Ian, Claire and their family now live in Yorkshire. I remember attending their wedding at RAF Conningsby in Lincolnshire many moons ago. Ian and Jay both joined the RAF on leaving school. They'd both been Air Cadets and at the time we were in the middle of a recession and jobs were scarce - something which may have influenced their decision to join up. |
Crikey - have you seen Grayson Perry's new artwork? I like the reasoning behind his creation - it's a sort of "up yours" to rich bankers and the fact that males dominate the industry, think with their 'thingy' instead of their brain, and pay themselves monumental bonuses. Mind you, I don't think I'd like the piece sitting on our mantelshelf - it's a giant willy covered with banknotes. For the sake of decency I haven't posted a picture of it - I expect you'll come across one soon enough in the media. On second thought: I suppose it would make a good talking point when the conversation wanes - third though: maybe not.
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18th May 2016
Sorry I didn't make it yesterday, I was quite achey and tired. But one bounces back and I was half-heartedly dusting the living room window sill this morning (what fun) when I spotted a big slug blobbing its way across the gravel. Out I went, braving the rain, and scooped him into a flower pot. Then aaaaaargh! I clocked the holes in the hostas. They've hardly seen the light of day and only just started unfurling their lovely leaves before the mighty mollusks began gorging. I went round eagle-eyed and filled my little flower pot with hapless slugs and snails I can vouch that they've eaten their last meal at our expense - serves them right for getting my dander up. And another silly phrase trips off my tongue... what on earth is a dander? Time to Google... |
dander up...
To be angry. “Dander” is the particles of hair that break off an animal's hair (humans call it “dandruff” when it happens to us). “To get your dander up” calls to mind the hair that stands up on the nape of an enraged dog's neck. Another meaning of the word is the ferment used in making molasses; getting your dander up in that context suggests that your anger is rising the way yeast or any other leavening or fermenting agent does. Here's a link to the information source: http://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/dander+up Mmm... it's the last time I'll use that phrase if it means chucking dandruff round the place - and as for fermenting whatever, it's equally messy and unfit for polite company.
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16th May 2016
I've done my morning Facebook visit and see Jay continues with his vigorous daily campaigning urging us to vote Brexit, so much so I think he has me convinced to follow his lead, I'm ready to get off the fence and plant my feet on the exit side. Lead on MacDuff. |
I've planted our large stone tub with geraniums. When we went to get them I thought the prices had been hiked up this year. The smaller, cheaper plants were only available in trays of 20. It's a matter of spend more money with less choice. Oops! I've called them by the wrong name - I should have said pelargoniums.
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As soon as I uttered the name, Macduff I started wondering about the mysterious man. Good old Google found me a website called www.historyhouse.co.uk which came up with the answer. If you're not into Shakespeare it makes 'dry' reading so maybe you'll consider that it'd be better if I didn't know who MacDuff was and then you'd be spared the risk of being bored rigid. That's bonnie Macduff on the right. Feel free to yawn with gusto and gay abandon.
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15th May 2016
Anyone into gargoyles? You know... those grisly grimacing (or grinning) knobbly old faces that adorn ancient buildings. I've three of the little blighters for you to see. The middle one has come to live in our back garden so to welcome him in we tried to do a gargoyle selfie, unfortunately with little success as the light is not good, probably caused by a dab of ghoulish fog. Funny thing is he has a strange resemblance to his two new friends, especially the one on the right. I can't decide which of the three looks the oldest and spookiest. |
13th May 2016...
...and it's a Friday - think positive and it won't happen. I didn't win the lottery despite my dream proving that bad luck happens on days other than Friday 13th. Qu sera sera I guess. I did my mushrooms at art class but they're not worth a mention nor a picture frame. Maybe having a 13 in the week has influenced happenings. |
14th May 2016
Carol popped in for a Saturday visit this morning. Coffee, chat, etc... her "Got to Sing" choir will be performing at a "do" on Upper Green, Tettenhall on the 22nd - we'll go to watch but I expect parking will be a problem. The event is called "Make It or Bake It Market." Haven't a clue what happens but it all sounds a bit Mary Berry to me which means there'll be cake involved. Hang on, I'll give it a Google. Back again, it looks like it's a food of all sorts market and has been an annual event for some years. I wonder if the choir will include the song from "Oliver" in their repertoire - "Food Glorious Food...." |
11th May 2016
Winged my way through another writers' meeting minus homework yesterday - we had an interesting session but Rene was missing. We were aghast - such a phenomenon - Rene is never missing and never fails to do her homework. She is suffering severe aches and pains so is confined to quarters at the mo. Get those old bones mended Rene - we missed you. |
Last night I dreamed I'd won the lottery. Guess who ventured out this afternoon to buy a lottery ticket, the first one in over a year. Well... you never know. Fingers crossed. Now is the moment I hear you all say "dream on..."
Bought some mushrooms while I was out ready for Thursday morning's art class - guess what Bern will be having for his tea tomorrow. |
9th May 2016
I see Mercury is out for a stroll across the sun today. Thing is, they give us all the gen and I'm thinking I must go and watch it, then they say, yes it's up there but don't try looking at it or you'll damage your eyes. I'd rather not know that Mercury is taking a walk for the first time in ten years and then I wouldn't have to worry about what I'm missing. I've planted basil and coriander seeds this morning - now I have to remember to give them a drink when they need one.
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The great outdoors (Derbshire)
Here's a few pics of the girls on Jenny's "Hen Do". Couldn't find a pictorial record of their boozey evenings - they've kept that part under wraps. |
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8th May 2016
Facebook tells me that the girls are home safe and sound. Haven't had chance to interrogate anyone yet but Facebook messages say they had a great time. Mind you, I'm well aware that they only tell me the bits they want me know and I'm glad they're all back under their own roofs again. |
I've had a few rubbish days - too achey - too tired - too everything. I keep having a little daydream in the sunshine and that's my lot. Excuse me a mo... "Good morning Mr Magpie, how are you?" Sorry, had to say that he's sitting on the fence.
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8th May is the time to celebrate the Helston Floral Dance - it was originally called Furry Dance, its origins lost in the mists of Pagan times. Furry is a Cornish word meaning fair or festival. In days gone by the festivities to welcome spring were a raucous affair and banned in 18th century. It was revived in in 1930. The Helston Furry Dance is described in a song by musician and composer Katie Moss, written in 1911 and called The Floral Dance. Do you remember this? (click the link)
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Mustn't forget to say Happy Birthday to David Attenborough - you can't not love him for his lifelong study of wildlife, conservation, and fantastic TV programmes.
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Do we have any bikers? It's been a great day for the 2016 Bike4Life Fest at RAF Cosford. I spotted pictures posted on Facebook by my cousins Phil Groom and his brother Dan - keen bikers. It was the massive annual fund raising event with bikers arriving in their thousands - look at this, they're beyond the horizon and still coming. Quite a spectacle on the M54.
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6th May 2016
I seem to have lost a day again. Sorry I didn't get here. Dashed off to art class yesterday morning - we had a lovely time drawing vegetables. Susan and I worked together having set up a still life with my peppers and aubergine, Susan's tomatoes, chopping board, knife and tea towel - all good fun. Maggie sliced a cabbage in half and tackled all the wriggly shapes within, plus a pile carrots. Then I had a rotten night, the birds were singing before I got to sleep - my esophagus thing was being horrible and I felt like I'd swallowed a sideboard so sat up all night playing scrabble with other sleepless beings from goodness knows where on the planet. I'm a bit of a lazy bones today and a tad brain dead but I have managed to sit in the sun and supervise Bern doing a bit of tidying up in the kitchen. |
The girls ( Jenny, Carol, Lesley, Karen, Emma et al ) are buzzing off for the weekend for Jenny's hen party. I thanked them for my invite but thought it best I didn't inhibit the goings on. I hear there's prosecco on the menu BUT it's also "bring your walking boots". They're heading for the Derbyshire Peak District. The plan is to partake of fresh air and exercise to balance out the frivolities. Have a great time girls - perfect weather for visiting such a lovely area. It's been mentioned that Gary and Jay have both tried to not appear pleased at the thought of a quiet weekend.
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4th May 2016
Hello, sorry I didn't get back yesterday. I managed to string a few words together so that I could hold my head up at the writers' meeting for a change. My piece was in no way profound, so don't worry, I'll not foist it on you. Luvvly jubbly - the promised good weather has arrived and we've just spent the morning pottering outside giving the garden furniture a hose down. Jay turned up for toast and coffee at around 9.30 on his way to work. He's on a late shift today, the builders are at their house again correcting a couple of items, so he came here to get away from the knocking and banging as his chances of a lie-in were zilch. |
We're being urged to vote tomorrow to elect our next Police Commissioner. I find it difficult to make an informed decision as we know so little about the candidates. I've read the waffle that leapt through our letterbox and I suspect it's written and approved by the candidate anyway, meaning it could be a tad biased. Most of the candidates declare their political persuasions - do we want politics to influence decision-making about Police matters? I'll look through the leaflets again and have another think.
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Carol and Gary did a last minute dash to New Quay, Wales. They stay in a little hotel overlooking the beach - all very lovely but this monstrous picture landed on my phone yesterday - Carol said it's sea bream and led me to believe it's her lunch. Now I'm wondering if it's a wind-up. Who in their right mind would attempt to eat this ugly b***r? It has teeth, a big mouth, and a face, it's even eaten her chips: I can hear the threatening da-da-da- music. It's JAWS!
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There are loads of May Day customs dating from ancient times, some still celebrated today. One particular custom was known as "going a-maying" when villagers set out early in the morning to gather branches of hawthorn (May blossom) and decorated every door and window in their village. We can't give it a go this year - there's no sign of may blossom round our way.
In the Pagan and old Celtic calendar 1st of May is known as Beltane, meaning "fires of Bel". Bel was a Celtic deity and Beltane is a fire festival that celebrates the coming of summer. |
It's OK, I'm back from the past and the mystical mumbling of long ago. What shall we talk about now? Despite it being disappointingly cold I can see bumble bees buzzing in the cherry blossom and the blackbirds are playing kiss-chase like there's no tomorrow. The trees are green again and my pot of purple pansies are smiling, their little faces turned to the sun (when it deigns to come out). The hostas are up and the slugs haven't attacked them (yet) - all sure signs that we're on the right road to spring and summer.
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29th April 2016
I crawl in obsequiously proffering profuse and abject apologies for having reneged on yesterday's entry - hope not too many had a wasted journey and trust I've grovelled enough to gain forgiveness - and I'll forgive you for thinking me a smarmy creep. Not that there was much to tell you other than I'm finding it very cold. I went to art class on Thursday morning; Roland had set up a still life, Susan, Maggie and I gave it a go. I found it so difficult and at the end of the session I surreptitiously slid my effort into the back of my sketch book and decided the world is a better place without my "not-quite-right" drawing - all those creases, folds, shiny bits, and the wicker nightmare. We're doing vegetables next week - we can bring our own choice so I'm thinking tomato... round... red... and all being well I can't go wrong with that. BUT it's a fruit and I don't know how pedantic Roland will be. Anyway, I think he means a group of veg.. bit early for Harvest Festival if you ask me, but never mind, all together now.... we think ploughed fields and natter... draw veggies as we planned... applying paint and water... we hope our picture's grand... Sorry, got carried away then. |
Last night I made a start on the Bill Bryson book I mentioned the other day. I was laughing aloud before the end of the prologue - he was explaining how he got on when taking his "test" for British Citizenship and the ridiculousness of the questions posed to applicants - an interesting eye-opener.
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I wonder who coins the daft words that are high profile right now - Brexit v. Bremain - what's wrong with In and Out? Anyway - it's all hotting up ready for the show down - I reckon we're in for an almighty non-stop ear-bashing from the politicians. Facebook is buzzing with input and opinions from all over the show. I see Jay has already added his two-pennorth and is waving his Union Flag in the direction of 'out'.
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Oh dear - any Corrie fans here. Someone has let slip that Carla and Jason are leaving the show. News that won't affect the nation but no doubt there's someone somewhere who will think the bottom's fell out of their world. Sometimes I fear that celebrity rules.
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27th April 2016
Yesterday's writers' meeting was great - Bert Flitcroft was interesting and entertaining and everyone enjoyed the session. We also attended the Shakespeare hour afterwards to give our culture-vulture muscles a bit of work out. The Bard has been high profile in recent days with the 400th anniversary events going on - seems like he's back from the dead and popping up all over the place. I'm wondering if his work might be a bit "Marmite" in these modern times - there are those who love it and those who hate it. |
26th April 2016
Our flowering cherry tree is looking prettily pink just as winter comes creeping back. Today we send happy birthday wishes to brother-in-law Phil in Caerphilly. I spoke with Phil and Wendy last night - they've e-mailed me a few pics taken at Aimee and Mark's January wedding - here's a picture of cousin Aimee for the young ones to see taken on her big day. Wendy is battling with her new tablet - a Samsung - seems to me the older we get the greater the technological wrangling - the young smile patiently(ish) convinced we're all clueless. Maybe we are: I'm often sorely tempted to stamp on the confounded gadgets. I'm beginning to wonder why we abandoned handwritten letters with stamps on - we could go cheaper than that and send smoke signals instead of spending hundreds of pounds for a gismo that does no more than transmit the odd bit of inconsequential drivel and cause us great angst in learning how to work it. No homework to do for today's writers' meeting - Bert Flitcroft, Staffordshire's Poet Laureate, is coming to share some of his work with us. There's also a Shakespeare event going on the library - lots to keep us busy looking and listening. |
I've been putting off buying Bill Bryson's latest book - my mean streak renders me averse to paying a tenner for a paperback. However, Jay has found it at half-price in Waterstones - yipee! It's called "The Road to Little Dribbling - more notes from a small island." I'm looking forward to doing some out-loud laughing. His earlier book "Notes From a Small Island" was the first Bill Bryson book I'd read and that one had me laughing aloud.
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Mmm... a bit of a damp one today... the forecast is not very encouraging either. I was just thinking about Jonathan and realised he'll most likely be witnessing an ANZAC parade today - I wonder if he knows what it's all about. I believe it's also a public holiday so I bet a pound to a penny (or a NZ dollar) that he'll be having a lie-in.
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I've just had a "whatever next?" moment. I was updating the writers' website and spotted a post on Sally Jenkins' blog - she's discovered that we now have a National Stationery Day 2016 and a National Stationery Week 2016 . Thanks for the info Sally. National Stationery Day is TODAY - 25th April. Betty hurry up then, it's time to envelop yourself in envelopes, haul home some new pencils, paper, and pens; and what about some pretty sticky-notes? And still I'm thinking, whatever next? Click on the red links, the websites are quite interesting if you're into stationery, after all, who can resist a nice new notebook? I know I can't.
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Well, well, well, it's time to eat my words. Jonathan certainly has his eye on the ball and didn't spend the morning in bed. Look what's just landed on my phone along with an informed explanation.
Here's the picture, fresh from New Zealand. Jon says: I went to the opening of the new Bridge of Remembrance today, for the fallen war heroes of WW1 and WW11. The original memorial was destroyed in the earthquake. That's shut me up then! |
24th April 2016
I managed to get through Will Shakespeare's birthday (yesterday 23rd) without spouting sonnets. Mind you, I do admire the form and his mesmeric use of iambic pentameter - I'm quite fond of my copy of the sonnets, Bern bought me an edition that gives an explanation of every line - a great help. Quite a coincidence that he was born and died on the same date which, of course, he shares with St George who was beheaded on this date. I'm disenchanted with St George - according to some sources he was either Turkish or Greek, I also read that he was an officer in the Roman Army and Patron Saint of several countries. I find the story about dragon slaying more than tenuous. I'm all for having an "England Day" but let's give it substance and make it uniquely English. Incidentally William Wordsworth of "Upon Westminster Bridge" and "Daffodils" fame also died on this date. Might be worth considering that next time we find ourselves wandering lonely as a cloud on 23rd April to do Shakespeare, Wordsworth and St George (if we must) all in one go. Maybe we could include a couple of English Kings who died on this date - Ethelread 1 died 23rd April 871 (brother of Alfred the Great); and Aethelred 11 died 23rd April 1016 (known as "Aethelred the Unready"). |
A special mention for Ethel today - Bern's mum.
Happy 100th Birthday We're having a littler gathering at her care home today and a cake of course. I've had a quick peep at the newly-hatched falcons and it looks flipping cold and bleak up on their little concrete ledge in Nottingham City. Their mum is keeping them warm though. |
22nd April 2016
There's not a lot going on today - its too cold to potter outside. Yesterday's art was a miserable failure and, as Freddie Mercury used to sing, "...another one bites the dust..." I had a quick look in Facebook this morning and there's nothing of note going on there either. I see her Maj had a busy day yesterday and enjoyed her 90th Birthday celebrations. I watched the family tribute film last night and wondered why there were people missing from it. Charles and Anne had lots to say but Andrew and Edward didn't play a part. |
We had five calls yesterday all purporting to be BT telling us that our broad band was about to be disconnected. Bern told the caller to go ahead and disconnect us - funny it hasn't happened after all, we're still online this morning. But it makes a nice change from having calls claiming to be Microsoft and telling us that our computer is infested with something nasty and if we divulge the odd password they'll fix it. Don't they just get on your nerves - we must be on numerous hit lists - maybe we should consider changing our phone number.
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I've just read a shocking fact: Tesco's tomato sauce contains more sugar than their chocolate sauce. If that's the case, it would seem more sensible to put chocolate sauce on your chips and tomato sauce on your ice cream!
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19th April 2016
I've done the daftest thing - exasperation - mortification - consternation - all rolled into one. Remember I said Bern had recently retired: while he was working for Gary (son-in-law) he had a company mobile phone as well as his own and I have both numbers on my phone. Yesterday, I was trying on my new hat, the one I've bought for Jenny and Ian's wedding. As Carol hasn't yet seen it she was yelling at me (via text messages) to send a selfie. I did so, after much technological wrangling and failed attempts, I finally managed to dispatch a picture via WhatsApp of course (because it's free). It's quite a scary picture because my hair is sticking out all over the place but Carol was only interested in the hat. Anyway, as a sort of joke, I forwarded it on to Bern who was downstairs. Yes... you've guessed... by mistake I sent it the work's mobile number and not his personal phone. The work's phone now belongs to the chap who replaced him and, oh dear, he's going to be wondering who the hell is the mad woman with Scary Mary hair and a posh hat who has landed on his phone. The angst and humiliation are unbearable! NO... I'm not going to put the picture here. and YES I've now deleted the work number from my phone to prevent future mishaps. BUT I can now boast about my ability to do a phone selfie and send it somewhere. |
Here's a nice little story about April 19th. In the late 19th century the date was celebrated as Primrose Day in memory of Benjamin Disraeli, Ist Earl of Beaconsield and twice prime minister of the UK. It was said that Disraeli was fond of primroses but his writings suggest the opposite. The story came about when Queen Victoria sent a wreath of primroses to Disraeli's funeral - a note on them said "they were his favourite flower". People assumed that the the note referred to Disrasrli, but it in fact it referred to Queen Victoria's late husband, Prince Albert. Looks like Disraeli got lumbered with Primrose Day as his memorial by the misplacement of a pronoun - so watch when and how you use your pronouns.
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I see Carol and Gary are heading for Hoople Heaven again this year. A note on Facebook says they've bought their tickets for this 'do'. The write up says: "A 12 hour celebration of the 1970's rock band Mott 'The Hoople' in music,word, song and film. With performances by members of the group and "In Conversation" with the original road crew and friends. Supported by an excellent tribute band "Wott The Hoople" and showcasing some popular young local bands..... " Crikey! Twelve hours - can't decide if that equates to getting your money's worth or doing an endurance test. Either way, if it's your Nirvana, go for it you two.
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Excavation devastation - with warning tape to stop the post lady falling down the hole. John will be back in the morning to put a new something-or-other that's required to get things in working order. It's a big square thing with holes that joins the sewer pipe to the bit that enters the house. What started off as a little blockage has turned into a major bung-up. Such is life... it has to be done despite the DRAIN on the bank balance - we're more effluent than affluent with disasters like this.
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Culinary delights of bachelor pad living. Carol and I had a "what is it?" debate regarding the dark brown chips on the left. She decided it is most likely roasted sweet potato - something Jonathan is partial to. Judging by the shape of the plate I guess he had a square meal in mind. Apologies Jonno for displaying your lovely dinner next to our dog's dinner of a front garden.
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15th April 2016
I didn't get round to popping in yesterday - I spent the morning at my art class and managed to lose the rest of the day daydreaming, snoozing, and gazing into space. Before I knew it, it was time for our evening meal and telly. Such a busy cutting edge existence, I don't know where I find the energy. |
We've just called in on the Pattingham people (Jay and Lesley) Jay is on a rest day so we thought we'd scrounge a cup of coffee and inspect the works. The builders are virtually done, new lawn laid, gravel partially done, and all looking good. Sorry Audrey (Lesley's Mum) still don't have a pic for you as the rain was hissing down but I will do one for you soon.
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We trotted off to Sainsbury's after disrupting Jay's morning. By the time I got home I finally realised it's Friday today and not Saturday. I'll make a fresh start tomorrow and try to wake up with my head on the right way round. I don't know - sometimes I find it flipping hard work being me.
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13th April 2016
I forgot to mention the writers' meeting yesterday - first one after the Easter holiday. We had a good meeting - true to form I failed to do the homework (again!). |
A few readers have asked about the Freepost address I mentioned yesterday.
Jay has sent it to me via WhatsApp - yes, I'm beginning to get to grips with the WhatsApp mystery. Anyway here it is... I can't vouch for its validity as he got it from Facebook but it looks pukka. Attn: Joanna George Freepost RSBB-XRZT-ZTXE The Conservative Party Foundation 30 Millbank London SW1P 4DP |
I've just been reading my friend Maggie's blog - today's post is amusing - Mags confesses to having discovered she has an idiosyncratic aversion to wearing the wrong socks on the wrong day - you see she has a new pack of socks with the days of the week on them and she hits a brick wall if on a Monday morning the Monday socks are still in the wash. Now I'm wondering if she pegs them on the line in order and then tucks them up in the sock drawer all in the right order. I guess we all have our little foibles.
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Crikey: that amigurumi stuff from yesterday has me overwhelmed. I'm right behind the times in the world of yarn. The Amazon website has Amigurumi overload: books, materials, and related stuff. You can even get packs of 25g balls especially for Amiguruming (is there such a word?) I find "they" whoever it is that instigates this stuff, have come up with another word - Zoomigurumi - you've guessed it - it's the knitting/crocheting of little animals. Another fad inviting us to fill our shelves with dust-gathering clutter, I don't think I'll succumb to this one. I did have a go at those little round things that made bracelets and already I've forgotten the name of them. I had a brief dabble with Zentangle too - and that's long forgotten. I wonder what we'll be doing next week. Just thought of a good word - knit a sandwhich or a sausage and we can call it Foodigurumi - what about a bottle of wine or beer: Boozigurumi. Stoppit!!!
Just one more - crochet a nice herd of cows: Moozigurumi. Now I'm laughing at my own jokes so I'm really going to stop... can you think of any more? Oh no... just got to tell you this one.... Knit a chimney with grey smoke.... Fumigurumi. Crochet a television... Viewmegurumi. Create a woolly flower - Bloomigurumi. I'm going now - honest! My knitting needles are waiting and the crochet hooks are agog. |
12th April 2016
It's 11.00 am, not too late for me to say good morning - Jay has just popped in on his way to work - he's on a late shift today. We reckon he's making sure we haven't slaughtered each other as we adapt to Bern being at home all day. Did your bit of paper arrive this morning? I refer to the one put out by the government at a cost of £9M. Not a very good idea - they could have conveyed their message via the media. £9M would go a long way towards repairing roads, repairing school buildings, and all the other issues we complain about. Jay provided me with a Freepost address he found on Facebook for returning the leaflets to the sender - an "up yours" for spending all that money on paper and littering the planet in the process. Of course it'll have little effect but one does feel a smidgen of satisfaction just for doing it. |
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I had an e-mail from Amazon this morning - I get quite irritated by the constant bombardment of e-mails from places where I've shopped on line. I imagine a nosy someone sitting in the admin office thinking, oh she's bought this and she's bought that, let's get her to buy something else of a similar ilk.' How dare they! Today's e-mail was urging me to buy me a book about amigurumi - of course, I straight away muttered, 'what the hell is that?'. Do you eat it, plant it, wear it? shove it in a cupboard? I hadn't a clue. Quick dash to Google - mystery solved.
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Amigurumi is a term that covers the fun trend of crocheting and knitting stuffed animals, people, or even inanimate objects. You are only limited by your own imagination! The phrase itself really encompasses the entire knit and crocheted stuffed toy genre. It's a Japanese word meaning stuffed toy - I'll stick with stuffed toy when it comes to words for knitting useless objects. I hasten to add I'm not a complete philistine, they do create a happy moment for some. Oh, all right then, I'll get off my high horse and admit they are pretty cute. But amigurumi... they're stuffed toys for goodness sake but good business for the yarn industry and it's something to do when the telly is rubbish.
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9th April 2016
The IN/OUT Europe debate seems to be hotting up. I'm still perched on the fence despite the leaflets that come through the door telling us which way is best. I see people are arguing the toss on Facebook too - I reckon we'll be getting it from all directions in the coming weeks - the referendum will not be over until the fat politician sings. |
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Happy Birthday Karen (Carol's sister-in-law, Gary's sister, Kate and Emma's mum) - the actual date is today but we did the business yesterday evening. Everyone turned up to eat, chat, laugh, and generally put the world to rights - as you do. After the first buzz of birthdayness we all eagerly awaited the arrival of Emma and her new boyfriend. (Emma is Karen's youngest daughter home from Chester Uni). Poor chap was to be inspected and vetted by "the family" - what a daunting proposition for him. But he was very brave, very nice, and we all liked him - his name is Lewis. Sorry Lewis your next encounter won't be half as bad and no, we're nothing to do with the Mafia, you just have to accept that we're a bit of funny lot.
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A little note for Lesley's mum, Audrey, in Hampshire: We'll maybe call round to the Pattingham pad this weekend and get some pics of the work in progress for you.
I'm going to put some Marks & Spencer teabags in a parcel for Jon - he misses some odd items of Englishness that are unavailable in NZ. I've also "acquired" a few satchets of Heinz Tomato Ketchup when we've been out and about. Trouble is you have to declare what's in the parcel at the Post Office - I'm not sure if you're allowed to send foodstuffs - or maybe I'm more worried that they'll think what a boring old Gran sending teabags and ketchup. It may have to be a case of fingers crossed behind my back while I tell them it's just sweets. It worked last time. |
GOOD LUCK if you're having a flutter on the Grand National.
If a day at the races involves watching this lot perform, they can keep it. Do you know, I'm such a killjoy: I watched the Ladies Day clip on the news... racecourses are open, windswept places and yesterday was a tad parky to the say the least. I just don't get it... those women inappropriately dressed for a biting wind, heavy showers, and sodden grass. They trip round laughing and smiling pretending they're warm, killer heels ploughing the turf and clinging onto hats that are too ridiculous for words.... told you I'm a killjoy. But you have to admire the elegance, the joie de vivre, and their ability to generate litter. I wonder if any of them actually watch a race - I think they need to rename this day the word "Ladies" is stretching a point. |
7th April 2016
And so dawned another morning that brought a flurry of early activity. Before I'd tipped my Shredded Wheat (bite size) into a bowl the phone rang. It was Jay, on a day off and doing duty as site foreman-cum-tea provider for the workmen carrying out their driveway and garage refurbishment. He ventured out with the first tray of tea of the day when OOPS! He'd locked himself out, and wanted to know if we had a key to their place. We rummaged frantically in pots, drawers, and likely hidey-holes and finally found two sets of keys that might do the trick. Bern zoomed over with said keys and luckily one of them fitted. Panic over and for the time being peace reigns. |
Later on today: Lunch eaten. Kate has been and gone. We had a productive couple of hours sorting out a few more paragraphs. We e-mailed the amended section to her computer so she can go ahead with putting it together: printing, binding etc. ready for handing in. Then all she has to do is the painful wait with fingers crossed until she gets her results in June. Kate very kindly brought me a thank-you present so I'm in chocolate heaven and flower heaven right now. Not only that, I have an added bonus of gaining insight into how primates identify their food, why and how they need to distinguish between fruits & leaves / reds & greens, and the complicated stuff about how their photoreceptors respond to light and colour and the divergences that have evolved in various species of Old World and New World primates and the impact this has had on their ability to forage. Whew! I actually got quite interested in the science bit.
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6th April 2016
I popped my head round the door yesterday intending to have our usual chat and before I knew what was what Bern and I got involved with a blocked sewer pipe which resulted in much ado with rods, hose pipe, pressure washer, and me leaping about spraying everyone and everything in the vicinity with anti-bac squirty stuff. (I don't do germs). By the end of the day we were still blocked up so it was time to consult the phone book. I found a great chap who turned up at the agreed time of 8.00 a.m. this morning and he had the downstairs loo working again within the hour. I can't sing his praises loud enough. He put a camera in the pipe and discovered that part of the sewer pipe had sunk causing "stuff" to collect in a dip - hence the bung up. He's coming back in two weeks to dig down and fit a new section of pipe. I'll put his details on the "Links to This and That" page in case you have drain or sewer problems. His name is John Osborne (Flowrite). |
It's day one of the new tax year today: the date was happened upon in a very convoluted manner years ago for reasons all tangled up with the changing from the Julian calendar to the Gregorian calender. Over the years a number of days were lost, deliberately disposed of, as they messed about with leap years and goodness knows what else. The final adjustment was made in 1800 and since then 6th April has been the start of the fiscal year.
I see that also on this date (1960) the film Ben Hur won a record-breaking 11 Oscars. I can't think why, I found it very boring, all those big crowd scenes with thousands of hut dusty people charging up and down - it didn't float my boat nor turn my chariot wheels. |
Carol braved the rain yesterday to join her Got-To-Sing choir in Shrewsbury for a massive event called The Big Busk. An eclectic mix of groups, choirs, musicians young and old all doing their bit. The town was buzzing - there are lots of little videos on Facebook - a cute one I saw was of three very small children playing their violins. I spotted this FB picture - Carol (right) and a friend. I suspect they'd crept in out of the rain between performances to partake of lunch and a spot of something to lubricate their vocal chords. Well done girls.
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Happy new month - seeing as it's a jokey sort of day I've posted one that Maggie has sent. It' on the Bits and Pieces page - hover your mouse over 'More' in the above menu and you'll find it. Maggie also says she'll put her name down for yesterday's idea of joining the nude photo shoot on condition I join her. I've consulted my diary and have had to decline - I find I'll be washing my hair on that day. Hope she doesn't think I'm feigning disappointment at having to give it a miss.
Bern worked his last day yesterday so now we're officially people of leisure - or more accurately a pair of old fogies. Our first day of total retirement is given over to a hospital visit - cardio-thoracic clinic this time. I'll pop back later for a proper chat. |
We have daughter Carol and Jenny's Mum Carol (I've put that in to avoid confusion). Sending good luck wishes to our Carol - she's singing with her choir in Shrewsbury town centre tomorrow - I suppose they call it 'doing a gig' these days - hope it goes well. It's even more confusing or Jenny as she has a Carol mum and a Carol mother-in-law-to-be.
I'm off to consult Google now - I've just read about some water soluble drawing ink that sounds rather interesting. I imagine you'd get a nice sepia effect with it so it's worth investigation. Hope it doesn't smell nutty - we're already plagued with squirrels. Second thought - I bet it's not even made from walnuts the name probably alludes to its colour - silly me - but on the other hand.... Good old Wikipedia: Walnut ink is an ink made from the green husk surrounding the nut of walnuts. The Black Walnut Juglans nigra is usually used. The ink may be liquid or made of crystals that are mixed with water before use. It can be used to produce stains and darken paper to make it look older. |
I really don't get it - do you? The top right picture gives me shudders of horror - how up close and personal do you need to be with a stranger? I reckon they've all got their heads down because looking up would be off the decency scale.
On the other hand, if you fancy getting a really good all over airing and have your image hanging around for posterity, here's a link for more information and maybe you'll put your name down for this year's naked caper. http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-humber-35918834 |
30th March 2016
Oh dear, I overslept this morning and I really hate getting up late - it's such a waste of the day plus being late presents the complication of fitting in pre-breakfast and post-breakfast tablets. Luckily Carol rang just as she arrived at her office, otherwise I might still be glued to the duvet. Having told myself off I looked up the word 'sloth' - the dictionary says, laziness, indolence; reluctance to make an effort. I plead Guilty. |
I always spare a thought for Vincent Van Gogh on 30th March, his birthday (1853). It is said that he sold only one painting in his lifetime, others were traded for art materials. He led a tormented life and died a poor man. On 30th March 1987 his painting Sunflowers was sold in London to a Japanese buyer for just under $40m which is about £24,750.000. I think he's been short-changed.
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I'm looking though You Tube videos for inspiration - I need a new painting project. I've also bought some begonia tubers which need potting to start off indoors. I suspect it's a good dose of motivation I need more than inspiration.
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The writers' group is on Easter Break - no meeting until 12th April - a rest for the brain cells - in my case they'll be totally inert. I'm glad Storm Katie has moved on - we were lucky here and didn't get the worst of it. We even missed yesterday morning's snow - what bit we had melted before I was conscious.
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It's said that everyone has their five minutes of fame. On 26th March 1885 a certain Mrs Pickersgill certainly had hers. She was the very first person to be cremated in the UK. Her moment of glory took place at a new crematorium in Woking, Surrey.
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28th March 2016
Remember the old saying, "if March comes in like a lamb it'll go out like a lion..." (and vice versa) it's an old adage proving true this year. Hope your fences are still standing. I spoke with Carol yesterday morning and she was a bit sad because she'd just had a lengthy Factime with Jon (still in NZ). He'd been thinking of Easter roast dinner at home and had gone to the trouble of doing roast lamb for one and sent his Mum pictures of his new-found culinary skills. He did roast potatoes and broccoli and managed to come up mint sauce too. Well done Jonno! What's for pudding? Isn't it amazing how domesticated Gran's little soldiers can be when they have to? |
My friend Jose sent us this - an amazing bit of computer wizardry - left click on the link.
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Grandad Chip has had the operation to fix his broken hip. He's not too happy that it'll be some time before he's hopping about again - they're having to persuade him that when you're 86 bones don't heal so swiftly.
When we tootled round Sainsbury's on Saturday afteroon we bumped into Jay and Les - they were all wellied up and looking a bit muddy having spent the morning in the garden.: moving plants and chopping down this and that all ready for the latest project. New driveway, hard standing for the cars and some refurbishment work to the garage. I'll get some pics when it's done for Audrey to see (Lesley's Mum). |
Ian and Jenny called in yesterday afternoon - at last someone who is techno-savvy. In exchange for a cup of tea I got my Scrabble back. Jenny (a star in my eyes) resurrected it on my iPad. Madeleine, Jenny's Grandma, one of my Scrabble buddies, rang this morning to say she was overjoyed that I was back in the game. Guess what: Happiness is: a good game of Scrabble.
And there's a bonus... Jenny reinstated the Whatsapp App on my phone - I couldn't do it, It had me bamboozled. Now I can do free phone calls again. Thanks Jenny. |
Good luck wishes to Jenny's Mum, Carol Rogers: she flies to Australia today to play for England in the Master World Cup (ladies hockey). Fingers cross for an England success - enjoy the experience Carol, it's the taking part that counts.
Sending love to Grandad Chip - it's his birthday today and he's in hospital with a broken hip and is quite poorly. Chip is Gary's Dad - our grandsons' other grandad. |
23rd March 2016
What a wicked world we live in. No point ranting about the latest atrocities that have happened in Belgium - there are no words to define such evil. Endeavour to stay safe everyone and our thoughts are with the people of Brussels. |
I've just been watching my blackbird eating his breakfast. When we have a few leftover tired grapes I put them out for him - always in the same place - he wangs them around on the gravel to detach a fruit before tucking in. I read on the Gardener's World website forum that blackbirds don't like grapes - I've posted a message on there to say Staffordshire blackbirds like black ones. Now you'll be understanding how I manage to fritter the day - I'm about to do a bit more frittering with the help of coffee.
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22nd March 2016
I'm engulfed by a big soap box moment right now - I switched off the news in disgust of the line taken by the news presenter. To paraphrase: "the system" has let down a generation of children who are sending "rude" pictures of their "bits" to their friends. Then the same presenter intimated that "the system" has let down a generation of people who have developed Type 2 diabetes. Everyone seems to blame the Police, Teachers, Doctors, anyone but themselves. I reckon that the fat folk with the Type 2 are too busy shovelling burghers to monitor what their kids are up to. What happened to parenting? Did anyone have a gun in the backs of the people downing the junk food - was it forced upon them? I wish they'd just get a grip and take responsibility for their own actions. I bet they're racking their brains to see what they can blame on the postman, the dentist, anyone..... OK, I'm down off the ceiling and back to normal. (Apologies to sensible people unlucky enough to develop diabetes). |
We were out in the very pleasant sunshine yesterday afternoon - a little trip to David Austin Roses just for a look round. We ended up buying a rose called Munstead Wood - it's deep red, or will be when it flowers. I've just put some jumpers on the line and it's nippy out there - Munstead can stay in its pot for a bit longer until it's warm enough for me to grub about in the garden.
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20th March 2016
Good morning - a nice bright day for the Spring Equinox (Vernal Equinox - Ostara - a quarter point in the farming year). I had a sudden thought and wondered if we should have changed the clocks. A gallop round Google tells me that in the UK the clocks go forward 1 hour at 1am on the last Sunday in March, the 27th, and they will stay that way until Autumn when the clocks go back 1 hour at 2am on the last Sunday in October and we begin Winter, which is Sunday, October 30 this year. As Easter is early this year the springtime "clocks forward" is followed by a bank holiday so no one will have to get up early for work after losing an hour's kip. I wonder who works out all this stuff - something to do with planetary positions and mysterious things like that. Time for a bit more Googling - here's what is says: Easter does not have a fixed date. The feast is based on the lunar calendar, so Easter is scheduled to fall on the Sunday that follows the full moon on or after March 21, also known as the Spring Equinox. So now we know. |
18th March 2016
Sorry I didn't get here yesterday - I didn't make it to art class either. I was just too achey to lug my bag, drive the car, or do anything much. But today is another day. I've just been watching a little video - I think we've seen it before but it makes me laugh so I'm foisting it on you again because it's a tonic. It;s called "The Older Ladies Anthem". |
Note for Jose: just left click on the text above until you get a long blue link thing come up. Click on the link to get it going.
Click on the little cross top left of the Facebook screen to close it again. |
Computer complexities are getting the better of me. I've been trying to unravel the mysteries of Google. Not the search thingy but actually logging in to Google i.e. make an account to use Gmail and then linking it with phone, iPad and desktop. Having filled in all the boxes clicked everything clickable I asked myself WHY? Thing is I don't have a sensible answer - why do I do it? - I already have an email facility that works. To me it is lierally rocket-science - as complicated as the Hadron Collider - the young ones do it as if they were born with the knowledge embedded in their DNA.
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Ben Nevis, the Scottish peak and Britain's tallest mountain, can now boast another metre and is stated to be 1345m high. That is one metre higher than its last recording in 1949. It has been re-measured using today's more sophisticated GPS equipment. I wonder if they'll have to rethink all the OS maps - or will the odd metre here and there not make a lot of difference? |
16th March 2016
Yesterday's writers' meeting went well with a good attendance including one new member. I have to gear up for tomorrow's art class now - it's a drawing session so no worries about what to take. |
I've just read the daftest story ever - a one-upmanship thing between the Finnish St Urho and Ireland's St Patrick. Tomorrow is St Patrick's day and today is St Urho's Day. St Urho is a fictitious person whose "special day" was invented in 1956 to rival St Patrick. There are conflicting accounts of the story - the legend attached to St Urho is that he banished Grasshoppers from Finland, thus saving the grape crop. St Patrick's claim to fame is that he banished snakes from Ireland. There is a statue of St Urho holding a pitchfork impaled with a grasshopper in Menahga, Minnesota. In the USA St Urho's Day celebrations involve Finnish food and dressing up as grasshoppers. So Americans dress up as grasshoppers to honour a fictitious Finnish Saint. I'm dubious about Saint's Days in any event - their claims to fame being ancient hearsay and embellished legends, but this one takes the biscuit.
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We have a message from Rene: she picked up on the Mikado item (14th March) and sent me this link to the English National Opera rehearsing a 1987 production of The Mikado - we see the rehearsal in the early stages of the production: singers, dancers, choreographer, costume designers, under the direction of Jonathan Miller. Thanks Rene. Theatre and opera buffs will find this interesting. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WfzpePn_9P0
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I wonder what George will get out of his bag today - I've a feeling it won't be something to be pleased about.
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15th March 2016
Good morning... nice day again. I dried loads of washing yesterday - it's all shoved in the under-stairs cupboard now waiting for the iron. I'm lucky on that score - Bern always helps with the ironing and if I'm honest he ends up doing most of it in fear of having nothing to wear. I hate ironing - I'd rather dig the garden that do ironing. |
Reading of Anita Brookner's death (March 10th) had me remembering how I enjoyed her Booker Prize winning novel "Hotel du Lac" back in 1984. Equally good was the BBC drama based on the book starring Anna Massey - I recall both so well. I rarely read a book twice but I'm tempted to give this one another go. I was interested in her decision to not have a funeral - I'd love to hear her thinking on that issue.
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Anita Brookner who died on 10 March aged 87. A notice of her death in the Times said she had requested not to have a funeral.
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I'm really cheesed off with Facebook at the moment - my scrabble games are still AWOL - wandering round in the ether I guess. I've clicked everything clickable and just can't resurrect them.
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This morning I consulted the pages of my book of (maybe not useful but sometimes interesting) facts. It tells me that 14th March 1885 saw the premier of Gilbert & Sullivan's comic opera, "The Mikado". This reminded how I used to enjoy them, with the Mikado being my all time favourite with "The Gondoliers" as runner-up. I hot-footed over to You Tube and (between pegging washing) I've dwindled the morning away watching Act 1 , a Canadian production of 1984, and Act 11, a 1987 production with Lesley Garrett and Eric Idle - both brilliant but very different.
Act 1: Canadian production https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jbpUzCFCy_8 Act 11: with Lesley Garrett and Eric Idle https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxFou2XSrqk |
Home again - this morning's work is in the village hall bin - that's how successful it was. You soon get out of practise if you skip a few sessions. Never mind... Roland says we're having a model next week so it looks like we have to do some proper observed drawing. I dragged my earlier painting along and his opinion was to put more stuff in the distance... hedges, hills, etc. I'm not happy with that idea as the painting is of a particular place in Shropshire and I chose it because of it's stark drama... a lone tree, moody sky, furrowed field. A couple of others in the class whispered to me to leave it as it is. Dilemma... shall I do as Roland suggests and go for a more pleasing composition for the sake of a better picture or stick with my bleak barren landscape? Matisse would argue that it's the picture that matters, not the making of an exact copy so perhaps Roland is right after all. Decisions, decisions... Here it is - a bit skew-whiff (just like me).
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Bern has fitted some shiny white shelves so the old kitchen has been spruced up a bit. As my old Mum used to say, "a change is as good as a rest." There is a downside to having a bit of a kitchen make-over especially if it includes cleaning out the cupboards and putting everything away tidily. Neither of us can remember the new hiding places for everything and we're bumbling round looking perplexed and trying to recall where we've put things. |
9th March 2016
I just can't get going this morning - I can hear a voice calling from somewhere and I'm not sure what it's saying. Now shall Laptop and I continue chatting or should I go downstairs to see what's going on? It's no good - I'll have to see what's amiss. Back in a minute. Mystery solved - isn't it surprising that I could hear that little voice from up here in my den. The noise was coming from the fridge and it was yelling "eat me, eat me." It'd be rude to refuse so here I am doing his bidding. Carol's fault for bringing my favourite - he arrived last weekend and I hid him in the fridge..... he's upstairs with me now doing what chocolate bars are made for. |
What a wet and windy day, but just the job for keeping cosy to read through Kate's final year dissertation - she's at Aberystwyth University. A steep learning curve for me on the subject of Trichromatic and Dichromatic Colour Vision in Old and New-world Primates. Kate's done the science and I'm in charge of tidying up the full stops and commas. Interesting stuff, well done Kate for completing your research and coming up with the goods. Kate is Carol's husband's(Gary) sister's(Karen) eldest daughter - if you can work that one out you deserve a degree in genealogy.
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I've finalised the writers' group programme ready for the summer term. Another set of challenges for our little group of would-be writers. Not everyone has the ambition to be published - some write for their own pleasure and consider it an enjoyable hobby. It certainly helps keep our aging brains active and prompts interesting discussion at the weekly meetings. You can always check what we're up to at www.codsallwriters.weebly.com.
Next week's meeting is a workshop with Jane Seabourne running the show. Maggie organises a session with Jane every term as we enjoy them so much. We welcome new members and you don't need to be a literary genius to join us. Well done Jose: she's battled the technology and landed here at last to leave a message. Thank you and congratulations!!! |
We galloped over to Pattingham yesterday for Lesley birthday tea and cake. Carol turned up too. We can all relax now - no more birthdays for a little while. The next one will be Bern's mum - 100 years old in April.
I'm bereft - sulking like mad and feeling very cross. Another technological mystery has struck - my Scrabble games have disappeared from Facebook and I can't understand why. I'm worried all the people I'm playing with will think I've had a tantrum and "dumped" them. Where do these gremlins come from? Does anyone know how to resurrect lost Scrabble games on Facebook? |
8th March 2016
Let's get today's medical bulletin out of the way first... I've been wired, strapped, stapled and nailed to the blood pressure monitor and the arm thing that puffs up (plus a very fetching red rubber tube round my neck) since yesterday, It rumbles into action every 30 minutes causing people to give me strange looks - it sounds like I have formidable failings in the flatulence control department. Honest folks, it isn't me, it's this thing I'm hooked up to. I managed to sleep through most of it and it disturbed Bern more than me. It bleeps before and after it does its thing. I'll be happy to see the back of it this afternoon. |
We had a jolly session at "home from work time" yesterday. They all descended to wish Pa (Bern) a happy 77th birthday. In this family you get a visit whether or not you want one when it's your birthday and that's on top of Saturdays "do". We'll do it all again tonight and charge round to Lesley's to scrounge tea and cake. The first week of March has become a sort of crazy yo-yo week with all the backing and forthing (if there is such a word. Happy Birthday Lesley xxx and I'll not divulge your age - don't want to be the mother-in-law from Hell. Another bit of news is that Bern has finally agreed to retire and in a few weeks time he'll be permanently under my feet.
Note for Doreen & Brian: Bern loved your 77 Sunset Strip card - the young ones hadn't a clue about Sunset Strip and didn't quite 'get it'. |
I've prised up a few Facebook floorboards this morning and dug out some pics of our newly-weds in Wales, Aimee and Mark - Mr and Mrs Badger. I love their badger wedding cake. I've put the pics on the "Family" page as I know some of you are looking forward to a seeing them.
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7th March 2016
We're on birthday overload right now: Gary 5th, Bern 7th, and Lesley 8th - happy birthday to all - we added up their joint ages and then fell about laughing as the total figure proved unmentionable. We managed a bit of a birthday bash at our place on Saturday - a buffet with folk coming and going as their time allowed. Everyone turned up and it was especially nice to have Doreen and Brian, Gerry and my brother and Trudie. Jay and Lesley and two grandsons and their partners came too - Jenny had to give it a miss as she was playing Hockey in Northampton (Lichfield Ladies First Team). Karen was poorly but Emma popped in as she was home from Uni. We were all so busy yacking we forgot to take any photographs for Jack and Audrey in Hampshire to see. We promise to do better next time - sorry. A note for Ian: I'll be putting the lamb tagine recipe on the Recipes page. Doreen asked about Nigel Slater's apple crumble: I'll put that on the Recipe page too. A note for Jonathan: we all missed you. I heard about you making your Mum watch you dunking chocolate digestives while Facetiming and next time I'm in M&S I'll get you some Percy Pig sweets - I promise to resist eating them before they get to the postbox. Here's a little picture to enhance your anticipation. xxx |
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Another good day on Sunday for Mothers' Day - Carol was given a treat when Ian and Andy turned up in Shrewsbury to cook lunch and do the washing up. Not sure how much of the cooking they did but here's proof they got to grips with pots, pans and tea towels afterwards.
Yet another trip to Newcross scheduled for today (yawn) and again tomorrow (yawn yawn). Our car knows its own way there and we're considering getting shares in the car park company. |
1st March 2016
Pinch punch first of the month, white rabbits, mad march hares... or whatever nonsense we're supposed to chant this morning... the weather girls says it's the start of meteorological spring today. I always thought 21st March was the beginning of spring - i.e. the vernal equinox. I guess spring will arrive when it's ready and that's all there is to it. If you're from Wales we wish you a happy St David's Day. Here's a link to an interesting Telegraph article about all things Welsh - including a recipe for Welsh Cakes.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/wales/12177946/Who-was-St-David-patron-saint-of-Wales-and-why-do-we-celebrate-his-saints-day.html Jonathan has sent this picture - he's feeling triumphant having tracked down a taste of home in Canterbury NZ. I wonder how long the chocolate digestive's will last.
£1.75 for choccy biccies? - I've no idea how much they cost here as we don't eat them but it sounds a tad expensive when you convert it to something in the region of 4 NZ dollars.
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29th February 2016 ( Leap Year Day)
If it's your birthday today make the most of it - it'll be ages before you get another one. My cardiology appointment was an early one so we were up at the crack of dawn - bonus was we saw a lovely pink-sky sunrise. We had to go to a department I'd not visited before.: lots of sticky jelly - wires - and all that stuff. Three different people did blood pressure and questions: then a long discussion with a dishy consultant who told me he'd just read Donna Tartt's novel "The Goldfinch" - he said he enjoyed it that much he was sad to get to the end. I guess that's one to try. Back to the matter in hand: more tests to come so it's a matter of awaiting the brown envelopes in the post.... here we go again. |
I'm quite amused by the Royal Mint's decision to issue a 50p coin with Peter Rabbit in place of Britannia. I don't think I'll be in the queue to get one - they're intended for coin collectors and mark Beatrix Potter's 15th anniversary - I can't help but like Peter Rabbit and his nice blue coat.
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28th February 2016
Oh dear, just realised it's taken me three days to get back for that chat and I'm not sure where the time went. A good outcome at the hospital - I don't have to go back to rheumatology for four months - the specialist said "keep plodding on." That was after he'd explained the technical bits - the C.R.E.S.T. syndrome is not 100% complete because I have Ro antibodies instead of Anticentromere antibodies - if you have Ro antibodies it indicates that you have Sjogrens syndrome. He explained that I have Sjogrens syndrome overlapping with C.R.E.S.T syndrome. And you've guessed correctly - I'm no wiser for knowing that. I'm off to Cardiology tomorrow for more probing and mystification. |
Carol called in yesterday morning - we're very much into talking wedding outfits these days as we only have until July to sort things out. Via the iPad I saw the lovely dress she's set her sights on.
We have a couple of houseplants that I'm nominating for an "Above & Beyond Expectation" award. The cyclamen on the left is one I've kept going for about 15 years - it was the last thing I removed from my mother's house before it was sold in 2001. The poinsettia (right) was given to us by Carol before Christmas and it still looks as bright as the day it arrived.
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24th February 2016
Had a rubbish day yesterday and missed the writers' meeting, but feeling better today - c'est la vie. Whatever the ageing process throws at you it's always going to beat the only other option. |
I had to laugh at Carol this morning - she and Jonathan had an early morning Facetime session. He showed her round the bungalow where he rents a room, the garden, the owner's dog with whom he's become firm friends, quite a comprehensive tour. Then he expounded on the joys of bungalow living and said how convenient it is when "going round with the vacuum" as there is only one level to do. Carol said she almost fell to the floor when he uttered the words "going round with the vacuum" - syllables he'd never uttered in his life before this morning's iPad moment. We're wondering who showed him where the on/off switch is located, and does he know about dust bags?
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Happy Birthday to Doreen (my friend of many years) - and belated greetings to Gerry for the 22nd.
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It's hospital day tomorrow - rheumatology clinic- so I may be late getting here again. Maggie says she's seen people mowing lawns - a sure sign that spring's round the corner despite the low temperatures. It can't come quickly enough for me.
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22nd February 2016
A message from Mags tells us that the tumbleweed stuff I mentioned the other day is known as 'hairy panic' - if it formed itself into square blocks it could be called cubic pubic (sorry, can't resist a good rhyme). |
I've just completed another blanket. This one is for Jay and Les - the colours don't look true in this photo, it's more a greeny/blue using many shades of the same colour.
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What about this for crazy... This morning I read that 22 February is Cat Day in Japan. They've been celebrating Cat Day for years... have a look via this link... it'll make you paws for thought. My only thought is "Why?"
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-35628239 |
18th February 2016
Sorry I didn't stay long yesterday, we had to zoom off to attend a funeral. Harry Jones, one of the original crew members when Codsall Fire Station first went into action back in the 70s - a sad day but there's always the bonus of meeting up with old friends on these occasions. RIP Harry (1927 - 2016) |
I was pleased to get a message from Jonathan this morning - he says he's received the Valentine card I sent and it's now on his chest of drawers where he can see it.... aaaargh. Can't wait to see him in July. Andy and his friend Dan came round yesterday evening - they're going to sort out our kitchen. Dan's a carpenter and will fit some new worktops and Andy will sort out the new sink and hob and rearrange the plumbing accordingly. All I have to do is provide the tea and biscuits. Deal or what?
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Did you see the tumbleweed "storm" that's rampant in rural Australia? It looks very strange - you could mislay your kids, pets, and car in it. Look at this little video...
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/video_and_audio/must_see/35600548 |
16th February 2016
Firstly, must say happy birthday to Gran's little soldier. Seeing as he's thirty something he might just cringe a bit at that. But happy birthday anyway Ian. |
I'd have been in earlier for a chat but the landing cupboard waylaid me. A sudden whim had me giving it a good turf out. As usual I've shot myself in the foot and now there's that much junk strewn across the floor I've nowhere to put my feet so I've dived in here for some distraction. I've brought a cup of coffee me and a Kit-Kat with me, heaven. You wouldn't believe what was in that cupboard - stuff we'd forgotten about. I even found the acceptances to Carol's wedding and they celebrated their 25th anniversary a couple of years ago. There was loads of my old art work - much of it is now in the "bin pile". I found a union jack flag that we bought when Jay came home from the Gulf in 1992 - a monstrous mask once used for a Halloween do - a pair of trainers that haven't seen a pair of feet for years - several old bags (must remember not to linger near that pile) - quite an incongruous collection of junk now destined for the charity shop. One little bonus though - in the fluff and dust at the bottom of the cupboard was a pound coin - finders keepers!
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15th February 2016
Hope you've enjoyed the few days respite from my daily drivel - let's see what's been happening over the last five days. It was Ian's birthday bash in Lichfield on Saturday evening, a family meal in a local restaurant. We declined the invitation due to my erratic insides but we hear a jolly time was had by all. Then on Sunday morning there was a message from Jonathan to say he'd been shaken out of bed (literally) at an unearthly hour by the M5.7 earthquake in New Zealand. Glad I wasn't in attendance at that event. He'd left me a little message on Facebook this morning and seemed quite philosopical about his experience. He said "it's probably the first of many." I got to wondering what the M stands for so I Googled... here's the results: The power of an earthquake is measured using a seismometer. A seismometer detects the vibrations caused by an earthquake. It plots these vibrations on a seismograph. The strength, or magnitude, of an earthquake is measured using the Richter scale. The Richter scale is numbered 0-10. So M means magnitude and Jon's earthquake was just over halfway up the scale. |
We painted the kitchen over the weekend - trying to do these jobs has one realising the years are winning. Piddly little kitchen - piddly amount of work to do - we're knackered and continue to moan about achy arms from wielding paintbrushes.
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It's half-term week so no writers and no art - time to chill - literally as well as metaphorically if you take account of the weather.
I've scanned through the world's news items and there's so much war and endless suffering to worry about. I see Stephen Fry upset the luvvies during the recent BAFTA ceremony and now he's flounced out of Twitter and closed his account. As I said, there's so much to worry about !!! |
10th February 2016
I've been watching the "The Real Marigold Hotel" (final episode last nigh ) - I loved it, and enjoyed seeing the ageing celebs' experiences. I think we gained better insight to the characters than we did when watching them perform. Miriam Margolyes is definitely "no frills" but her one-liners made me laugh. |
9th February 2016
Jay and Lesley arrived home from Finland last night - they were a day late getting back due to last minute flight cancellations. Hope they don't get too many black marks from their respective places of employment. Carol called in after work yesterday - she said Jon is starting work today in NZ - he's managed to find a temporary position but at least he's made a start. As we spoke a photo arrived on her phone - he was just setting off to work and had sent a picture of his packed lunch. I think he's 12-13 hours in front of us. Carol muttered - 'that's the first time he's ever made his own sandwiches.' I guess it must have been quite a chore when they were all at home - she used to send them all off every morning with a packed lunch; including her own she'd have to fill five Tupperware boxes. It must have been like preparing a full blown picnic every morning - no wonder she used to get up so early. And she catered for all their little foibles - who likes what etc. |
The snowdrop thing proved a bit of a task - I've put together a free-verse poem. I'm not happy with it so I'll not foist it on you - it'll get me through today's meeting without the shame of having done nothing.
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Did you watch Rick Stein's programme last night? - he was downing Chinese wine and said that it had head-clearing properties and therefore didn't give the imbiber a hangover. Might be a good reason to try Chinese tipple. Here's a link to the video telling all about Chinese rice wine.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p03hc063?intc_type=promo&intc_location=news&intc_campaign=rickstein&intc_linkname=bbctwo_fac_vidclip1 |
8th February 2016
It's Audrey's turn for a birthday greeting today - have a good one Audrey - love from everyone here. This morning I'm battling with the picture I promised to finish - I'm trying to do puddles in the furrows of my ploughed field - no matter how I try they don't look real. I think it needs Roland's input - can't do any more until he gives me some advice. |
5th February 2016
Sorry - I've missed a day - Thursday slipped by without notice although I did go to art class and managed to be unproductive. I'm running on 'slow' today with time ticking by while I daydream. Yesterday I promised Roland I'd get on with the unfinished painting and I've got as far as putting it back on the easel. |
If trivia gives you the pip, what about this? 5th Feb 1924: the Greenwich time signal 'pips' were first broadcast. And 5th Feb 1990: the BBC transmitted the 'pips' from Greenwich for the last time. Thereafter the BBC generated its own pips. Some now say that the pips are inaccurate due to the introduction of digital radio. Toodle-oo pip pip.
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3rd February 2016
Sorry I'm late - blame my Scrabble games - I have about 15 on the go at the moment. I play against Jan from writers' group, she lives in Codsall; Diane, someone I used to work with, she's over in Sedgely. Mustn't forget Madeleine, Jenny's Grandma in Lichfield. The others (Cheryl, James, Jason, and Brenda) are strangers scattered round the world. I guess we're akin to anoraks devoting time to shuffling letters in a virtual world. I got to thinking about the constant exchange of information in whatever form and wonder if, were wi-fi transmissions visible, would our planet be shrouded in a permanent pea-souper? I'm sure the scientifically minded will consider that a silly notion. |
I never cease to be amazed when consulting my book which tells of goings on in ancient times. Many moons ago 3rd of February was the feast day of St Blaise - he was patron saint of wool-combers. I suspect he doesn't have much to do these days. He acquired further respect after removing a fish-bone from a child's throat, thus saving a life. Communities in Bradford and other English towns engaged in the wool-combing trade celebrated the day up until the early 1800s. If you're thinking I'm a tad cynical about all this saint business - you'd' be quite right
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2nd February 2016
Good morning. My little book of "stuff" tells me it's Candlemas today. Another ancient custom now adopted by the Christian church. Hundreds of years ago the greenery brought into the home to celebrate Yule was not removed until Candlemas Eve. Blimey, they had it hanging around from December to February - I couldn't be doing with that - it must have been well brown and droopy by then. And if you dared leave it dangling after Candlemas you can be sure the goblins would get you. They had different matters to worry about in those days and I'm glad there's no goblins for me to worry about. |
Imagine one of these lurking in a corner to surprise you - spiders are quite enough to contend with thank you.
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I managed to do my homework yesterday ready for today's meeting. The brief is to explain why there is an old pair of pink sparkly shoes wrapped up and hidden in a wardrobe.
When I arrived home from this afternoon's meeting my brother and sister-in-law had arrived. Tea biccies and chat - as you do.
I've posted the pink shoes piece is on the Jottings page. We had some laughs at the meeting on hearing the diverse range of stories that members had written. |
1st February 2016
Another new month [white rabbits - pinch, punch first of the month- that's all the superstitious stuff out of the way. As it's a leap year we have an extra day to contend with - 29 rather than 28. Bit tough on those with a birthday on the 29th so it's a lucky year for them. |
1st Februry 1709 - Scottish sailor Alexander Selkirk was rescued from the deserted island of Mia a Tierra where he'd been marooned for 4 years and 4 months. This event provided English writer Daniel Defoe with the idea for his famous novel "Robinson Crusoe". which was published in 1719.
The first edition credited the protagonist, Robinson Crusoe, as its author, leading many readers to believe he was a real person and the book a travelogue of true incidents. |
On the radio this morning I heard stories of the Zeppelins that loomed over England in the lead up to WWI. It reminded me of something an elderly aunt once told me... when they were very young she and my dad saw a Zeppelin passing over Codsall. I've never heard anyone else mention them being over Codsall but on doing a bit of research I found that they did pass over this area at the end of January 1916. The picture here is taken in King's Lynn, where many were killed by Zeppelin attacks - in an age when people rushed outside just to catch a rare glimpse of an aeroplane, the sight of these monsters hovering overhead must have been quite terrifying. Having said that, I do like the generic word for these behemoths - they're known as dirigibles. I always wonder who coins these odd words and when did it first come into use.
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30th January 2016
We had a smashing time yesterday evening. We managed to get James to pose for a cake moment. Lesley had made a lovely big sponge loaded with cream, strawberries and candles. The buffet grub was fantastic - they'd done a Moroccan theme with a variety of things which I've forgotten the name of, but included cous-cous with tasty things mixed in, spicey dips, a lamb tagine, they even had Moroccan belly-dancing type music playing and the rooms were lit with candles. Very atmospheric - with Jay and Les, if your're going to do it, you may as well go the whole hog. There were even Moroccan dates, nuts, Turkish delight in pretty colours and exotic nibbly things for pudding. (I'm just filling in the details for Lesley's Mum - Hi Audrey, everyone asked after you). We've had news today that Jon has shaken off the wanderlust. He's renting a house-share in Christchurch and putting down some tentative roots. Maybe six months of wandering round the planet has got it out of his system for now. Fingers crossed he finds a satisfactory job.
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A message from Jenny has just landed on Facebook - they are travelling home right now with some very tired youngsters - she did add that she and Ian are a bit tired too. Oh well... the ski slopes of Switzerland will have a bit of respite.
Sorry Ian and Jenny I just have to say it... sing along with me - "there's no business like snow business..." OK, I admit it's toe-curlingly cringe-worthy but that's Grans for you. |
28th January 2016
I've packed my bag and will be off to art class shortly. I'm not buzzing with inspiration but it's nice to see all the others there. I've poked about round the Internet and found some ploughed field pics for reference to continue the "big sky" one I did before Chrimbo. I'm taking them for Roland's approval this morning and then maybe I'll get round to taking the tops off some tubes of paint. I'm finding it difficult to carry large canvasses and heavy collections of paint to the class these days so I pick Roland's brain while I'm there and do biggish paintings at home. Back home again now... had a bit of flap while I was in the village... called at the chemist and then went into the wool shop to talk to Mandie and found I'd lost my car key. Went back to the chemist and there it was... my hands get so cold I can't feel when I drop something... that's my excuse for doing 'stupid old lady' things like losing keys. Glad I didn't have to walk home though. Oh, forget to mention, I got a thumbs up from Roland for the pen and wash drawing that I finished today.
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I've been snooping round Facebook and found this picture of Ian (Switzerland) looking for a lost glove....
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and... it looks like he found it.
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27th January 2016
I've been feeling rubbish again hence the lack of chat for a couple of days. I didn't go to the writers' meeting after all but I feel better today so here I am viewing the world with a modicum of disillusionment. Two more hospital appointments have appeared in the post, I'm keeping my fingers crossed someone will sort me out. Sleep is elusive and I seem to spend the night clawing my way up pillow mountain (as explained on the 22nd). Luckily I have a smashing little radio that Jay and Les gave me ages ago, During the night it lives in the pocket of my jim-jams and with my earphones in I get through the small hours. Jon, having gone all the way to New Zealand to find work, is having his first interview with a chap from Birmingham - another opportunity to say "it's a small world." I look through the window - it's a blustery old morning - hang on to your hats! |
Ian and Jenny (left) have just arrived in Switzerland - they've taken a group of their pupils on a skiing trip - I reckon they've grabbed a moment to do a selfie before the little darlings start yelling for "Sir" and "Miss".
Jay and Lesley are planning a trip of Finland - they're going to be skiing but not the swooping down a mountain sort - more cross country (as I understand it). I visualise old films I've seen with peopled plodding about with tennis racquets on their feet. Don't know if they'll be wearing those or conventional skis, but now I'm wondering if there's bears in Finland. They did this sort of trip in Canada a few years ago and had some close encounters with bear footprints in the forest. All I can say is I'll be glad when they've been and come back again.
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22nd January 2016
Firstly, Happy Birthday to my good friend Maggie (writers' group and art class). Happy Birthday Jackie (art class friend). |
RIP Bob - one of Jay and Lesley's cats has gone to the great kitty home in the sky. Here she is in her younger days. Bob and Miggins have reached the grand age of 17 and Miggins is feeling a bit lonely today. (Yes, they are female despite their names - that's another story...)
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21st January 2016
I'm about to tootle off to art class - first one I've attended this term - but, I'm out of practise, out of ideas - fingers crossed for inspiration coming my way. Must dash - don't want to upset Roland. |
Home again now... I winged it this morning and started on a pen & wash drawing - Roland brings a big suitcase full of pictures and old calendars - those of us without an idea rummage through the suitcase looking for inspiration so that's where I found a starting point. Jose was battling with acrylics and Maggie did a brilliant pencil portrait.
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20th January 2016
Jack Frost was out and about last night to sprinkle twinkle - we have a lovely sparkly morning in Codsall. Carol rang first thing rejoicing in the glittery effect he'd left over their way in Shrewsbury. Hang on... phone's ringing... Back again: would you believe I've just spent over an hour on the phone - first it was Bev, then Jose. It's good to talk. Both conversations involved moaning about our respective ailments and then we raised the mood (both times) by getting onto the subject of art. After all, what else is there worth talking about other than books and writing and it beats banging on about the weather which I'm prone to do. |
Jack Frost is the mythical character who personifies winter - he decorates our wold with intricate patterns of ice, and is the person who makes noses tingle in the cold weather. He's not a modern character, his origins began in Scandinavian mythology hundreds of years ago. His is generally thought to be in Norse or Viking mythology; with the name Jack Frost an anglicised version of Jokil Frosti, In Norse and Viking mythology, Jack Frost is thought of as the son of Kari, the god of wind. The appearances of Jack Frost in Scandinavian mythology though, are brief and not very specific about the characteristics of the figure.
Tales of Jack Frost in Anglo-Saxon and Germanic mythology, are likewise short on detail, although the closeness of Germanic mythology to Norse mythology, makes this unsurprising. Jack Frost is not the only personification of winter; Old Man Winter or Father Winter, are terms used historically in the English language, although their use is rarer than that of Jack Frost. Old Man Winter, in particular, is not considered a mischievous figure, but a stubborn one, where winter refuses to give way to spring. Russian folklore has a personification of winter in the form of Father or Grandfather Frost, a figure who works with ice and water to sculpt the earth. Many civilisations have had a figure that is associated with cold weather, but into the modern day, most of these figures are now linked together as Jack Frost, and characters who existed before are all but forgotten. |
I'm having a bit of a power up this morning (how reVOLTing I hear you cry) - spaghetti junction scenario going on here, wires all over the show. Hand-warmer plugged into the laptop which is plugged into the extension thingy with loads of plug-sockets. In the same device are Kindle, phone, dinky radio from under my pillow, big radio which lives in my den, and a desk lamp. The National Grid must be all aquiver. I could do with plugging myself in for a recharge!
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18th January 2016
Hi everyone - hope you've had a good weekend - ours was a quiet one, nothing happening other than the weekly shopping trip. It was Jay's "on duty" weekend and Carol and Gary were, I quote, "tidying up the garden and stripping wallpaper in the hall." No more entertaining than our trip to the Co-op. Jon has finally left Thailand - he's still with Alex bound for Christchurch New Zealand - however, they decided to do a detour and call at Sydney on the way. |
Crikey - I'm stumped - I'm trying to muster up an idea for tomorrow's homework reading. We have to write a piece of Flash Fiction i.e. a story in 50 - 500 words. We have five pictures and have to select one from which to take inspiration. I've stared at them all in turn and as yet I've not picked up the vibe. Its a case of "getting blood out of a stone" and all that.
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15th January 2016
The white stuff looked pretty this morning - but I'm hoping we don't get any more join it. A mean thought I guess when I think how it caused such excitement when we were kids. Young children today, at least in our area, don't get much opportunity to go sledging and there's never enough of it to build a decent snowman. I remember having almighty snowball fights, usually girls v. boys, and you stuck it out until your gloves were too soggy, wet, and cold to carry one. Do you remember how we used to roll a giant snowball and then when the snow thawed that big ball always lingered a little longer. |
No positive news at yesterday's hospital visit and parting words were "we'll see you again in a month's time". So it looks like I'm going to be a "regular". All the symptoms of C.R.E.S.T. Syndrome carry on doing their thing and causing discomfort. I was told there'll be more appointments with the heart department and the barium x-ray revealed that my esophagus is not functioning properly - hence the inability to eat much and the reason why I feel sick much of the time. The consultant advised don't eat after 7.00 pm and to sleep in a virtually sitting up position. That's where we are at the moment.
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What do you think of these little things? They're mealworms, dried ones. I've just put out a few handfuls for the birds as they seem extra hungry this morning. I say 'handfuls' - I couldn't bring myself to actually touch them even though they're dead. Then I got to thinking about the poor mealworms - obviously they breed them to sell but how do you bump off a mealworm and when doing it on a commercial scale it's tantamount to MMM - Mealworm Mass Murder. Poor little blighters. Birds like 'em though. I did a bit of a Google re mealworms and found that you can buy them live and in their live state they're even more nutritious to our feathered friends. Live worms on the loose... no way! And I don't want to be personally responsible for their death - I'll leave the purveyor of grubs to do the dastardly deed. I'm still wondering how they're exterminated.
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12th January 2016
I'm stultified this morning - mute as a stone statue - void of ideas. But good morning anyway. I overslept and despite having got up and eaten my Shredded Wheat, I've left my brain clinging to the pillow. It's writers' group today - guess what... no homework done. The postman brought Ian and Jenny's wedding invitation this morning - a nice event to look forward to. It's all happening in Lichfield in July... I can see the distaff side of our gang enjoying talk of hats and frocks and frippery... bring it on girls, I could do with something to brighten these wintry days. |
I've been reading about the latest hi-tech gadgetry on the BBC Website and spotted these. I wonder who among us will be first to get a pair of these shoes. They contain a toe-warming system, count your steps and also have a built-in torch. That'll make you light on your feet (sorry). And, in keeping with the rest of our modern must-haves you have to recharge them. Unfortunately for female wearers, there's no mention of matching handbags. They look like something you'd wear to walk on the moon but I can see one positive in their favour... if you're late for school/work/whatever... you'll have the valid excuse: "my shoes needed charging."
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4th January 2016
Moments ago I returned from my morning constitutional - my walk round Facebook that is - you don't think I'm wandering around outside in this weather do you? I stumbled upon a gang of ex-RAF Regiment guys reminiscing about the 1991 Gulf War - it's 25 years since they made the journey. I remember Jay getting his marching orders on Christmas Day and we all dashed down to Uxbridge to say goodbye before they flew out. |
Iain tells me this is Jay doing some running repairs to the "dwelling". (he uses the word "dwelling" in reference to my daft poem on the Geriatric Jottings page)
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Here's it is, in all its glory, the magnificent "innovative bog" also mentioned in the poem. The Iraq War with mod cons. I suppose they didn't put a privacy bolt on the door people just peeped through the window - heart wrenching horror!
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3rd January 2016
Just back from this morning's hospital visit (to see the spine man this time). He said my recent MRI scan hadn't changed a lot since the original one - with evidence of rheumatism and narrowing arteries in lower back. We agreed that it's best not to operate at this stage especially in view of diagnosis given by rheumatology department. Medical stuff done with - I promise. I'll moan about the relentless rain instead - my sympathies are with the people with flooded homes - a magic wand would be useful to get their homes in order again. |
Did you hear on this morning's news programme that junior schools are to emphasize the importance of learning times tables and step up their efforts to lodge them in young heads. I didn't know the rules had been relaxed - do you remember how we had to learn them parrott-fashion, chanting in unison just to please the teacher? And yes,we found them boring but they stuck in our brains - if and when we oldies develop dementia, dribble, and smell a bit "unfresh" we'll still be able to chant our times tables - will anyone be listening I wonder.
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2nd January 2016
It's 1.00 am and I've just switched the bedroom telly off after watching this morning's New Year's Day Concert from Vienna (via BBC i-Player). Bern slept through it all - once he's in the land of nod nothing stirs him - not even the final piece broke into his slumber, it was the boisterous Radetzky March. . Out of curiosity I looked at the website to ascertain ticket prices - for this year's concert prices ranged from £35 to £1095. I wonder, if the top notch tickets are over a thousands pounds just what do you get for thirty-five. Probably a garden bench outside the back door and some earphones. I'm glad I attended the televised version. Mind you, Bern laughed (before he went to sleep) at my concert going garb - hardly up to scratch for the grandiose gilded, flower decked venue of the Vienna Philharmonic . If I'm going to be sitting up in bed on a chilly night I put on an old cardigan over my jim-jams but I put it on back-to-front because leaning on a pillow keeps my back warm and the back of the cardi keeps my front warm. (That's another of my little secrets revealed.) I'm going to try to sleep now - see you later... zzzzzz |
Today's Facebook Find - it's Ian and Jenny looking all warm and woollied-up for winter. They're on their way to visit friends (I think).
Talking of things woolly - I had a quick look round Attic 24 (here's the link... http://attic24.typepad.com/weblog/2016/01/2015-year-end-review-crochet.html) Lucy makes some pretty things and you can find the instructions on her blog using the above link. I can't decide if I really like them or if they're a tad twee. But credit where it's due - she's talented and very creative. |
1st January 2016
Half an hour past midnight and I'm still awake, in bed with my laptop. I can wish you a Happy New Year to the sound of fireworks. I wonder who in their right mind would be outside in the cold to let off fireworks at this time of night. I lured 2016 into the house by opening a window (slightly) while Jools Holland kicked up a bit of din on the telly - the Radio Times called it his Annual Hootenanny - what sort of word is that for goodness sake? |
New Day - New Year... first job of the day was to put Christmas back in the cupboard. I can't stand hanging on until Twelfth Night while the cards curl up and gather dust. Grumpy Santa, baubles, the lot, banished now until December.
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Last night I dropped off around 2 am and consequently overslept this morning. Then I missed the beginning of the New Year's Day concert in Vienna (I watch it every year) so I'll have to see it on "do it again" telly - or whatever the catch up thing is called.
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Seeing as I mentioned the word 'New' just to stay with the theme I'll reveal that we're both sportingNEW coughs and colds so it's a matter of... mutter, mutter, splutter, splutter to cries of "where's the tissues?" No wonder we were in bed before midnight sucking on Strepsils. I like the honey and lemon ones.
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