This week?s Fun Monday post will be about chores. What is your least favorite chore? Vacuum get you down? Dust bunnies saying, ?oh yeah, you and what army?? Is there a chore that you neglect doing it until the absolute last minute when guests arrive? Do you just pray they won?t look ?there?? Are you going green with your cleaning? Top tips? If you have any ideas for anyone on Monday, post them in their comment box, because we all know that we LOVE comments!
Housework?!
No-one comments when 'tis done, only when it 'needs' doing!
With 2 German Shepherd Dogs adding to the mess, it'd drive me berserk if I attempted to be house proud.
I like the saying: "Dull women have immaculate houses."
Another saying I like is: "Take me as you find me!"
Okay, my house is my home first and foremost. A place to welcome, care for and nurture those who live here and those that come here. Clean enough to be healthy but not squeaky clean.
As for cleaning methods? There's a lovely online store "Lakeland" cram full of ideas, so yes, I have eco-friendly cleaning stuff.
White vinegar, lemon juice + water work well; but I also use other traditional ideas.
Friday, 15 January 2010
Sunday, 10 January 2010
Sayre hosts Fun Monday n asks
http://sayresmiles.blogspot.com/
I want to know your car history. What was your first car? Which was your favorite car? And what are you driving now - and why?
What a great question! I have to delve back thro' the mists of time to recall my 1st vehicle.
But, there are two firsts; the first one I owned which, was such a wreck it ought never to be written about and
My first Real Car...
Morris Minor bought from someone who was desperate for the cash £100. No MOT n 'needed' working on, she says with a rueful grin. It took months of hard work to make it road-worthy, and I learnt a lot about car mechanics by being hands on as much as possible. It was a cheap way of getting me on the road with my own car.
Some 30+ years later, having owned cars made by Ford (Fiesta), British Leyland (Rover), Citroen (AX and estate car), Renault (Laguna), BMW (3 series) - I'm 'into' Toyota as in Avensis estate.
Courtesy of OH, I've happily driven Opel (Ascona), Vauxhall (Senator) Mercedes (C class), BMW (5 series)...
From driving cars with lots of oomph (petrol) to diesels which at first were relatively slow and nowadays hold their own against all comers.
From small 'shopping trolleys' to luxury motors, and recently estate cars have become my vehicle of choice. Having two GSDs, an estate is the perfect vehicle to transport them in safety. Hence my Toyota Avensis diesel my vehicle of choice.
I want to know your car history. What was your first car? Which was your favorite car? And what are you driving now - and why?
What a great question! I have to delve back thro' the mists of time to recall my 1st vehicle.
But, there are two firsts; the first one I owned which, was such a wreck it ought never to be written about and
My first Real Car...
Morris Minor bought from someone who was desperate for the cash £100. No MOT n 'needed' working on, she says with a rueful grin. It took months of hard work to make it road-worthy, and I learnt a lot about car mechanics by being hands on as much as possible. It was a cheap way of getting me on the road with my own car.
Some 30+ years later, having owned cars made by Ford (Fiesta), British Leyland (Rover), Citroen (AX and estate car), Renault (Laguna), BMW (3 series) - I'm 'into' Toyota as in Avensis estate.
Courtesy of OH, I've happily driven Opel (Ascona), Vauxhall (Senator) Mercedes (C class), BMW (5 series)...
From driving cars with lots of oomph (petrol) to diesels which at first were relatively slow and nowadays hold their own against all comers.
From small 'shopping trolleys' to luxury motors, and recently estate cars have become my vehicle of choice. Having two GSDs, an estate is the perfect vehicle to transport them in safety. Hence my Toyota Avensis diesel my vehicle of choice.
Friday, 8 January 2010
Arctic Britain
Rantz's complaining about too many snow photos! But, as he lives in North Australia, maybe that's the reason for the complaint.
Okay, so we've been lucky, little snow, but lots of ice and low temperatures. Postie finally got round to delivering some mail; what's so remarkable about that? First 'real' post of the year! Days have passed with no sign of any mail deliveries, schools closed and bin collections have 'ceased' until further notice! The madness of it all! 21st century and we are hiding away waiting for the weather to improve.
What's to blame?
Our...
Compensation, ambulance-chasing, sue now and sue everyone £$$£ culture".
Okay, so we've been lucky, little snow, but lots of ice and low temperatures. Postie finally got round to delivering some mail; what's so remarkable about that? First 'real' post of the year! Days have passed with no sign of any mail deliveries, schools closed and bin collections have 'ceased' until further notice! The madness of it all! 21st century and we are hiding away waiting for the weather to improve.
What's to blame?
Our...
Compensation, ambulance-chasing, sue now and sue everyone £$$£ culture".
Saturday, 2 January 2010
After...
joy, comes sadness; after pleasure, comes pain... Melancholy sets in, the usual aftermath of New Year celebrations (in my case).
This year especially, January fills me with foreboding. Some might ask, 'Why'?
Every so often, the calendar dates of one year repeat in due order a former year.
2010 is such a year. If my memory is working, 1984, a year made infamous by George Orwell, stands out as one of particular pain and sorrow.
I lost my 'be all and end all'; the 'rock upon which my life was built'. Does that sound too dramatic? Not to me! The person who left my life suddenly and permanently was my father.
This year especially, January fills me with foreboding. Some might ask, 'Why'?
Every so often, the calendar dates of one year repeat in due order a former year.
2010 is such a year. If my memory is working, 1984, a year made infamous by George Orwell, stands out as one of particular pain and sorrow.
I lost my 'be all and end all'; the 'rock upon which my life was built'. Does that sound too dramatic? Not to me! The person who left my life suddenly and permanently was my father.
Monday, 28 December 2009
fun Monday
Gattina asks about Christmas decoration(s) special to you.
I'd thought of taking pix of perhaps the tree, wreath on the front door or other sparklies; then I had another idea. THE Christmas decoration that means the most to me is 60 miles away in my home town. They have been putting out a Nativity scene at the entrance to the Castle grounds for longer than I've been around.
Each year, Christmas was made special when my Dad took me to see the Nativity scene.
Yes, there are similar scenes near where I live, but none have the special magical appeal of the one that was part of my childhood.
Now, I read that idiot 'revellers' have stolen 5 of the figures! They have even broken off a wing from the angel... I feel so upset, so annoyed. How could they do that and why?
Councillor Robinson added: "There is little else I can say to express my disgust, other than to suggest perhaps the town should not provide a crib next year?"
I'd thought of taking pix of perhaps the tree, wreath on the front door or other sparklies; then I had another idea. THE Christmas decoration that means the most to me is 60 miles away in my home town. They have been putting out a Nativity scene at the entrance to the Castle grounds for longer than I've been around.
Each year, Christmas was made special when my Dad took me to see the Nativity scene.
Yes, there are similar scenes near where I live, but none have the special magical appeal of the one that was part of my childhood.
Now, I read that idiot 'revellers' have stolen 5 of the figures! They have even broken off a wing from the angel... I feel so upset, so annoyed. How could they do that and why?
Councillor Robinson added: "There is little else I can say to express my disgust, other than to suggest perhaps the town should not provide a crib next year?"
Monday, 21 December 2009
fun Monday set by Faye
I realize that a lot of people don't get into writing and mailing out holiday greetings, especially since we can be in contact with friends and family 24/7 through technology--phone calls, texting, twittering, face-booking, blogging, e-mailing, videoing. But, for most of us it's still a treat to see a holiday envelope mixed in with the bills and junk mail in the mailbox, especially if it's a handwritten message.Am late taking part, only learnt from tweet by Cynicalgirl what today's topic was.
Some folk are tech savvy, but there are still quite a few who put pen to paper. Hence, a mixture of snail-mail cards and e-cards.
E-cards are lovely especially the animated ones. But, to receive a hand-written card is special as when the sender has enclosed a note telling of the past year's events in their life.
However, time rushes by taking with it old friends who have 'left this vale of tears'. Another friend has been anxious about writing cards this year simply because of the number of names she's had to cross off her list.
As she remarked, 'at her time of life; funerals seem to happen more often'.
Then, there are those who having sent cards regularly for tens of years, suddenly leave you off their mailing list.
This year, the flow of cards dried up days ago... As for the rest of the mail? Some bills are onlne (no need for snail-mail). Junk mail has been almost eradicated thanks to TMS the Mailing Preference Service.
Today's post has arrived! Another Xmas card from former colleague, and a dog-e-gift ready for me to personalise and forward to recipient.The latter is a virtual gift!
Otis a Labrador pup in training to be a guide dog for the blind.
Friday, 18 December 2009
hooray for neighbour!
Today, we can't get out of our driveway as it's blocked by workmen, lorries and plant (diggers, pneumatic drill n big whizzy).
Am I upset? Not in the slightest. Why? Cos they are doing a repair that's been needed for years n years.
Quite a while ago the council had our pavements dug up and replaced. At that time we complained about the way ours had been done. Sloping in all directions with odd cambers. Council came to inspect n said it was 'within' accepted tolerances! Friend with Health n Safety qualifications disagreed. Council adamant 'nothing wrong'.
Moving on a few years, neighbour who has recently lost most of her sight thro' diabetes, stumbled n fell. She reported the incident. Now, we are getting the pavement modified. What a pity the Council didn't rectify the problem earlier!
Am I upset? Not in the slightest. Why? Cos they are doing a repair that's been needed for years n years.
Quite a while ago the council had our pavements dug up and replaced. At that time we complained about the way ours had been done. Sloping in all directions with odd cambers. Council came to inspect n said it was 'within' accepted tolerances! Friend with Health n Safety qualifications disagreed. Council adamant 'nothing wrong'.
Moving on a few years, neighbour who has recently lost most of her sight thro' diabetes, stumbled n fell. She reported the incident. Now, we are getting the pavement modified. What a pity the Council didn't rectify the problem earlier!
Thursday, 10 December 2009
Wendishness to the rescue!
Oh lookie….I’m hosting Fun Monday again….
I saw Cynicalgirl beg and the moment I saw her post I came up with a great idea for a Fun Monday assignment that isn’t Christmas related and I do hope many will join in this one.
Okay, your mission, should you choose to accept it is this – we’re at the end of decade and in the media we’re seeing a lot of highlights, mishaps, misfortunes etc.. that have happened in the news. But what about everyone else? I would LOVE to see your highlights and lowlights from the “noughties”. Photos would be fantastic but you don’t have to – the choice is yours.This will take some time I think...
Highlights
2009
November
- Toyota Yaris
- baptism when our god-daughter became a godmother
December my Mac book pro!
2002 EARLY RETIREMENT! YIPPEE!
Lowlights
The lowest of the low has to be dear friends who are no more...
Pol, Liz, Shirley and Mike
Not forgetting the loss of our dear girlie Kira , long-coated GSD and real 'teddy bear'
Reached the end of my working life. Illness and anxiety, pressures of work took their toll. Yet another futile, pointless egregious waste of money aka some £30000 spent by the school to undergo OFSTED! Institutionalised torture!
Now for something more cheerful!
2002 was my first trip abroad in many years (20+) so I needed a new passport. Even crossing the Irish Sea is easier with a passport.
Dublin is a charming, pocket handkerchief sized cosmopolitan capital city. I've been lucky enough to stay there with friends on several occasions in the 'noughties'. Discovering the Gravity Bar (Guinness Storehouse), Jamesons distillery, strolling along the Liffey by day and by night. Temple Bar restaurants, bars and shops.
Craic is an Irish word, redolent with fun, laughter and cameraderie. The Irish Tourist Board website www.discoverireland.com/ is well worth looking at to find out more.
I said it was a work i n progress...
More highlights...
2000 saw me taking up the personal challenge of studying with the OU (Open University).
What a learning curve!
Began with tech and geosciences. This led me to become even more interested in both subjects and joining OUGS the geological society. From that, I began to do fieldwork, something I'd enjoyed many years previously. Culminating in a visit to Iceland (place I had to see). 12 days of travel, along the south, east and north, the reverse of the 'Golden Route'. Returning from Akyureri following a difficult route south thro' Iceland's interior. Wearying, worrisome but well worth the effort. Haven't been on any more field trips to date.
I said it was a work i n progress...
More highlights...
2000 saw me taking up the personal challenge of studying with the OU (Open University).
What a learning curve!
Began with tech and geosciences. This led me to become even more interested in both subjects and joining OUGS the geological society. From that, I began to do fieldwork, something I'd enjoyed many years previously. Culminating in a visit to Iceland (place I had to see). 12 days of travel, along the south, east and north, the reverse of the 'Golden Route'. Returning from Akyureri following a difficult route south thro' Iceland's interior. Wearying, worrisome but well worth the effort. Haven't been on any more field trips to date.
Wednesday, 9 December 2009
she's done it!
What has she done?
Bought a shiny new Mac book Pro and begun the long, fascinating journey into the World of Mac...
Okay, own up the hype about 'ease' of use is both true AND false at the same time.
The keyboard is a delight to use. But, who decided to 'simplify life by removing the hash key!!!
Luckily, I found a blog with useful tips including the gem that
alt +3 gives...# the missing hash key. Jumping for joy...
Yes, the movies to instruct how to do various things are good, but is the difference between Mac n Windoze so great? Time will tell.
Of course, life would have been a lot simpler if I hadn't needed to reset router to default, reconfigure and redo everything.
And there are lots more things to do/redo such as teach Safari my preferred sites, learn to get it to use Lastpass?
Just been experimenting with iphoto! Stunned amazement at it's recognition of places!
Just been experimenting with iphoto! Stunned amazement at it's recognition of places!
Wednesday, 2 December 2009
Cynicalgirl hosts Fun Monday
A big part of many holidays is the music, but none more so than Christmas, whether or not you celebrate. It’s everywhere–on the radio, TV, in the stores. While many of the songs are lovely and happy and a part of the holiday tradition, a few songs just drive you insane after awhile. Especially since they tend to be repeated over and over, day after day.
So, my question is this: What Christmas (or other holiday) song would you prefer never to hear again, and why? It could be one song in particular, or songs by a certain singer, or a version of a song you usually enjoy that grates on your nerves. We promise not to judge. It’s your chance to vent.
If you have a YouTube version of the offenders handy so we can share your pain, all the better.
Now, if you'd asked for a favourite, I'd have found it an easier ask...
There are so many boringly tedious renditions played as musak in shops, malls, shopping centres and streets around now...
Pet hates must include anything sung by Jim Reeves, I'm shuddering at the thought...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=stEjTFMb940&feature=related
Are two of the particularly saccharine ones!
This has to be where I admit to once having owned a vinyl LP of Reeves' Christmas songs. At that time they seemed pleasant. Now, they set my teeth on edge.
Perhaps, another reason would be that the LP, along with all my others and 45s were thrown away by my mother (and the stereo too).
Ending on a happier note...I can't help but enjoy listening to
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NrAwK9juhhY
Pogues - Fairytale of New York
And the boys from the NYPD choir were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day.
Sunday, 29 November 2009
Sayre hosts Fun Monday
http://sayresmiles.blogspot.com/
Your assignment for this Fun Monday:
"How will you express your inner-Giver this season? Do you donate to a major charity? Do you serve food in a soup kitchen? Is your generosity something private that you do without recognition or do you hand the guy on the corner a dollar whenever you drive by?
Not only do I want to know what you do, but how you do it, why you do it, and a story about your activity and how it made you feel."
I'm going to put a different slant on this...
To me, giving is an all year round activity, not just for Christmas (as the saying goes).
This is where I acknowledge that I find it far, far easier to give than to receive. Partly it's the way I was treated by my mother. Her idea being that 'what's mine is mine, and what's yours is also mine.' She would throw things away because she'd decided to get rid of them...and if they weren't hers...then all the better. In retrospect, I reckon she was ill, that's the generous version of how I react to her legacy.
This Christmas, DH n I have gone halves on something we can share, a 'shopping trolley' i.e. small run-around (Yaris).
Sazmoe has been given the wherewithal to buy a washing machine for her new home. Neighbour has hyacinths, ready potted up for her to enjoy over the next few months. I'm finishing off knitting a scarf as another gift.
Giving is an ongoing activity...
Simple minor acts of generosity happen because at the time "it seems right so to do".
Your assignment for this Fun Monday:
"How will you express your inner-Giver this season? Do you donate to a major charity? Do you serve food in a soup kitchen? Is your generosity something private that you do without recognition or do you hand the guy on the corner a dollar whenever you drive by?
Not only do I want to know what you do, but how you do it, why you do it, and a story about your activity and how it made you feel."
I'm going to put a different slant on this...
To me, giving is an all year round activity, not just for Christmas (as the saying goes).
This is where I acknowledge that I find it far, far easier to give than to receive. Partly it's the way I was treated by my mother. Her idea being that 'what's mine is mine, and what's yours is also mine.' She would throw things away because she'd decided to get rid of them...and if they weren't hers...then all the better. In retrospect, I reckon she was ill, that's the generous version of how I react to her legacy.
This Christmas, DH n I have gone halves on something we can share, a 'shopping trolley' i.e. small run-around (Yaris).
Sazmoe has been given the wherewithal to buy a washing machine for her new home. Neighbour has hyacinths, ready potted up for her to enjoy over the next few months. I'm finishing off knitting a scarf as another gift.
Giving is an ongoing activity...
Simple minor acts of generosity happen because at the time "it seems right so to do".
Saturday, 21 November 2009
Wendishness hosts Fun Monday
...it might be nice to share some of the things we are thankful for in our lives.
Feel free to share in words, photos or both, be as creative as you like or just list them down. I think it will be a nice start to the week. I hope you’ll join in – everyone is welcome.
Sunday's christening of Evie, daughter of Si n Shel; part of my extended family. Family because they so generously allow me to be part of their family. How did it come about? To cut a very long story short...we must head back in time to school days...
'N' and I were in the same form, shared similar wicked sense of humour, learnt early on that the best way to survive was to bend rules not break them.
Over the intervening years...we've become to each the sister we never had...hence the link to the wonderful family she married into.
Highlights...
- being godmother to S, N's daughter
- Sharing joint birthday celebrations
- Seeing in New Years
- picking up where we left off, no matter when we meet up or after however long...
- partners who have also become firm friends
- attending family events
- long weekends in Dublin
Feel free to share in words, photos or both, be as creative as you like or just list them down. I think it will be a nice start to the week. I hope you’ll join in – everyone is welcome.
Sunday's christening of Evie, daughter of Si n Shel; part of my extended family. Family because they so generously allow me to be part of their family. How did it come about? To cut a very long story short...we must head back in time to school days...
'N' and I were in the same form, shared similar wicked sense of humour, learnt early on that the best way to survive was to bend rules not break them.
Over the intervening years...we've become to each the sister we never had...hence the link to the wonderful family she married into.
Highlights...
- being godmother to S, N's daughter
- Sharing joint birthday celebrations
- Seeing in New Years
- picking up where we left off, no matter when we meet up or after however long...
- partners who have also become firm friends
- attending family events
- long weekends in Dublin
minor rant with apols to Rantz
Spent part of yesterday in bank queue. Annoyed at brutish, bad-mannered behaviour of another customer ahead of me at the counter.
Yes, some people probably need have their cell phones surgically removed because they are so addicted. It's bad enough having their incessant, nerve-jangling ring-tones shattering one's thoughts,and blasting thro' one's consciousness. Worse by far is the adjunct rude behaviour this entails. Customer with phone welded to their ear, conversing at the counter; treating the bank clerk like an atm!
For months on end,£££££s have been frittered away on ad campaign by the Govt warning against the spread of flu germs. Obviously a waste of time, money and effort. Came across mother and young lad, latter obviously, full of cold germs. From the look of him, mother had probably kept him off school! Not only was she allowing him to handle everything within reach in the store, she let him cough and sneeze over the goods he was handling!
Yes, some people probably need have their cell phones surgically removed because they are so addicted. It's bad enough having their incessant, nerve-jangling ring-tones shattering one's thoughts,and blasting thro' one's consciousness. Worse by far is the adjunct rude behaviour this entails. Customer with phone welded to their ear, conversing at the counter; treating the bank clerk like an atm!
For months on end,£££££s have been frittered away on ad campaign by the Govt warning against the spread of flu germs. Obviously a waste of time, money and effort. Came across mother and young lad, latter obviously, full of cold germs. From the look of him, mother had probably kept him off school! Not only was she allowing him to handle everything within reach in the store, she let him cough and sneeze over the goods he was handling!
Monday, 16 November 2009
fun Monday
Ari_1965 of Beyond My Slab wants to know:
What is the oldest possession in your house or flat? Describe it or show us a picture. Where did it come from? Why do you hang on to it?
Good timing! My oldest possession is my christening bracelet, and today I've been out shopping for another. Not for me, but for Evie Grace who is being christened next weekend.
Hoping she likes it when she's old enough to appreciate it and that she hangs on to it as I have mine.
Looking back, I seem to have been better at losing things rather than keeping them.
What is the oldest possession in your house or flat? Describe it or show us a picture. Where did it come from? Why do you hang on to it?
Good timing! My oldest possession is my christening bracelet, and today I've been out shopping for another. Not for me, but for Evie Grace who is being christened next weekend.
Hoping she likes it when she's old enough to appreciate it and that she hangs on to it as I have mine.
Looking back, I seem to have been better at losing things rather than keeping them.
Saturday, 24 October 2009
who was who
Latin -Miss Mills and briefly Mr Walker aka Ducky
English - Miss Kippax Mrs Davies Mrs Tyson Miss Helm aka omelette
Maths - Miss Haslam (horizontal striped dress on her portly frame)also attempted to teach tennis - back stroke like a golf swing... Mrs Kaye lovely lady, never taught me; but opened her home once a week to share her love of music with sixth formers (opera, tea n biscuits)member of Huddersfield Choral Society, Manchester Philharmonic Society; husband taught Maths at CRGS boys school
Music - the inimitable Charlie Myers Fellow of the Royal Schools of Music (more mouth move-ment)
French - Miss Shackleton Mr Moss (form tutor U4 alpha)Mrs England (formerly teacher of the deaf)
Physics - Miss Hetherington lovely lady, encouraged saving with Yorkshire Penny Bank
Chemistry - Mr Brown (you there, Girl)cream - scum that rises to the top
Biology - Miss Bottomley best topic most useful for GCE was life story of a spider
Domestic Science - Mrs Forster - dictated instructions - how to iron handkerchief!
History - Miss Kate Glisbey (Sixth form tutor 6G)
Geography - Miss Rawes (my inspiration)
English - Miss Kippax Mrs Davies Mrs Tyson Miss Helm aka omelette
Maths - Miss Haslam (horizontal striped dress on her portly frame)also attempted to teach tennis - back stroke like a golf swing... Mrs Kaye lovely lady, never taught me; but opened her home once a week to share her love of music with sixth formers (opera, tea n biscuits)member of Huddersfield Choral Society, Manchester Philharmonic Society; husband taught Maths at CRGS boys school
Music - the inimitable Charlie Myers Fellow of the Royal Schools of Music (more mouth move-ment)
French - Miss Shackleton Mr Moss (form tutor U4 alpha)Mrs England (formerly teacher of the deaf)
Physics - Miss Hetherington lovely lady, encouraged saving with Yorkshire Penny Bank
Chemistry - Mr Brown (you there, Girl)cream - scum that rises to the top
Biology - Miss Bottomley best topic most useful for GCE was life story of a spider
Domestic Science - Mrs Forster - dictated instructions - how to iron handkerchief!
History - Miss Kate Glisbey (Sixth form tutor 6G)
Geography - Miss Rawes (my inspiration)
A rant is called for
Pendle Hill
ADVERTISEMENT
'HALLOWE'EN revellers are being advised not to head for Pendle Hill next Saturday.
The hill will be closed to fairground rides, mobile catering units and parked cars from 5 p.m. to 3 a.m. on Saturday, October 31st'.
Remembering the times when Pendle was a quiet as the grave, especially on All Hallows, today's revellers seem intent on ruining Hallowe'en. Am 'beside myself' with anger at anyone defiling Pendle.
By all means party on in your homes, pubs n clubs AND LEAVE PENDLE ALONE.
'When witches fly on a cold winter's night
We won't tell a soul, but we'll bolt our doors tight.'
Friday, 23 October 2009
memories
Autumn brought news of times past. Sad news of one of my former teachers who has died aged 82.
This led to reminiscences of school days, 1960s, 1970s, junior and grammar schools.
Junior school where dinners were cooked centrally at a local secondary school and delivered by van. Teachers ate in the tiny staff room, the Hall was used by pupils and overseen by martinet dinner ladies. In the last year, I was given the responsibility of serving lunch to the teachers...
Each day, Linda and I arrived early to do 11+ practice tests before giving out hymn books for morning assembly. The rest of Miss Astley's class did their 11+ practice while we collected in and stacked away the books in their cupboard. How different school was! We were expected to remain silent and were given stars at the end of the day to reward us.
Needlework/ embroidery was taught to the girls and our reward in the Summer Term was for a small group to spend the afternoon doing embroidery in the company of the Headmistress in her office.
This led to reminiscences of school days, 1960s, 1970s, junior and grammar schools.
Junior school where dinners were cooked centrally at a local secondary school and delivered by van. Teachers ate in the tiny staff room, the Hall was used by pupils and overseen by martinet dinner ladies. In the last year, I was given the responsibility of serving lunch to the teachers...
Each day, Linda and I arrived early to do 11+ practice tests before giving out hymn books for morning assembly. The rest of Miss Astley's class did their 11+ practice while we collected in and stacked away the books in their cupboard. How different school was! We were expected to remain silent and were given stars at the end of the day to reward us.
Needlework/ embroidery was taught to the girls and our reward in the Summer Term was for a small group to spend the afternoon doing embroidery in the company of the Headmistress in her office.
Monday, 7 September 2009
ought not to laugh but...
how ridiculous! Chatting with former colleague, I learnt she has done nothing to improve her tech skills in last 8 years!
Now, she's in a situation where she needs to learn to use Windows Vista asap. Fine, but...this is the person who couldn't cope with computers running on Windows 95!
Made me laugh when she didn't know which operating system new pressie laptop works on...
Work is expecting her to become au fait with Office 2007, never having even managed to cope with Office 2003. Her aim, to learn to use Word 2007 and PowerPoint in one day. Go figure...
Now, she's in a situation where she needs to learn to use Windows Vista asap. Fine, but...this is the person who couldn't cope with computers running on Windows 95!
Made me laugh when she didn't know which operating system new pressie laptop works on...
Work is expecting her to become au fait with Office 2007, never having even managed to cope with Office 2003. Her aim, to learn to use Word 2007 and PowerPoint in one day. Go figure...
time passes so quickly
Hadn't realised quite how long it was since previous post. (slapped wrist).
Last few days there have been worrisome news reports from my home town. Fires broke out in the town centre.
Mixed reports, some say *not arson* but...unlikely coincidences.
Found out first via Twitter, then Facebook n lastly a text message.
Last few days there have been worrisome news reports from my home town. Fires broke out in the town centre.
Mixed reports, some say *not arson* but...unlikely coincidences.
Found out first via Twitter, then Facebook n lastly a text message.
Tuesday, 18 August 2009
once again
I went for a fasting blood test. Given slip/bag for the 'wrong' hospital, decided to take the easy way out.
At great expense, local authority has built a medical/council centre near here. Thought I'd try out the new medical facilities. There's a dedicated phlebotomy centre with proper nurses, not just folk filling in.
Chatted with nurse n mentioned probs with bruising; also requested blue needle.
It worked!!!
Small puncture wound virtually no bruising! Not quite as good as the specialists, but then this clinic is in walking distance.
At great expense, local authority has built a medical/council centre near here. Thought I'd try out the new medical facilities. There's a dedicated phlebotomy centre with proper nurses, not just folk filling in.
Chatted with nurse n mentioned probs with bruising; also requested blue needle.
It worked!!!
Small puncture wound virtually no bruising! Not quite as good as the specialists, but then this clinic is in walking distance.
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