At 2pm…

I don’t know where I got this idea from, or how it is supposed to translate, but in my notepad is a blog post idea titled “at 2pm”. Here I am, at 2pm… Well, I logged into WordPress at 2pm. I have just spent the last ten minutes reading the new blog posts of the blogs that I’m subscribed to. I thought, that I could use this title to just write ‘freely’ for a bit. The only other time I write freely is in my journal.

I’m currently sat in my living room with Doc Martin on the television. ITV3 has been a great source of entertainment over the past couple of months. I get lots of good programmes on here, such as On the Buses, George and Mildred, The Royal, Rising Damp, Heartbeat, etc. I call ITV3 the “ITV comedy channel” because the programmes mostly make me laugh.

While I’m sat here, I can see lots of things that need doing. The first thing: housework. I haven’t done anything this week. I need to do some laundry – I probably have two wash loads piling up. Because of my laundry, I’m also wondering if I can dust my shed (you read that correctly), clear it out and get some organisation in there and hang a washing line in there for drying my towels and bedding during the winter. Either that or I need to invest in some more clothes airer’s – but I’m quite fussy about the style!! Of all thing to be fussy about, that’s one! I hate using the one I have because it stands up quite tall and takes a lot of space up. Those panel ones, that fold out in three, they don’t take up as much space because I can stand them in front of a wall (or a radiator!).

Anyway – that’s one thing that I need to sort out. I also have a couple of knitting projects that I need to finish. I am knitting two shawls and one scarf. One of the shawls is nowhere near finished but I have to have it in the post by next Tuesday (first class). It’s not that I don’t want to finish it, or that I don’t have the motivation to finish it; but I am filled with dread that there is actually quite a bit of it left to do in less than one week.

I lose a bit of a knitting day on Sunday because I am going out with a friend. We’re going to see a dog. It’s part Pug and part-of-another-breed-that-I-can’t-remember. I’m quite excited to go and meet this puppy. I’ve been brooding over puppies lately. Maybe because it’s been decided by nature that I definitely can’t have my own babies now, I am brooding over little baby puppies. I really want a puppy – I know rescue dogs need homes, but I’d like to get a puppy as it is (in my case) replacing a baby. Maybe one day…

I suppose, if my friend is coming on Sunday, I ought to have a bit of a tidy up. I should throw the hoover around and make some kind of an effort to look less like a slob and more like a snob. I’m just my paternal grandmother in disguise…

And, I’m worrying that I might forget to do something that’s so trivial that it makes no difference if I remember to do it or not. In fact, I will go and do it right now: I will go upstairs and get a packet of post-it note tabs out of my box…

…I have got my post-it note tabs. While I was getting them, I visited the toilet and I put my jeans into the washing machine on a daily quick wash. I need to wash them separately in case the colour washes out because they’re relatively new.

The post-it note tabs are for a project I’m working on. I need to bookmark some pages so I know where to find them when it comes to typing the project up over the next few weeks.

Maybe if I did less writing and more knitting, the shawl might get finished by Tuesday’s last postal collection 😉

I’ve been writing for 25 minutes now and WordPress says that I have written over 700 words – which I think is plenty enough for a blog post. I have another 25 minutes of Doc Martin to watch and a few chores to do before I sit down again at 4pm for On the Buses, and George and Mildred. I don’t watch the Wild at Heart programme. I think it’s a great programme (I like big cats and elephants) but it’s full of terrible acting… So, off I go to do my chores… I hope I haven’t bored you too much (we’re now 800+ words)…

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iPod shuffle

I haven’t had a blog post like this in a while 🙂 (since I ‘overhauled’ it)

  1. Simply Red – Fairground
  2. The Wannadies – You and Me Song
  3. Nelly – Ride Wit Me
  4. Milky – Just the way you are
  5. D’Angelo – Brown Sugar
  6. Sinead O’Connor – Nothing Compares 2 U
  7. Doctor Who theme tune
  8. Lasgo – Pray
  9. Bob the Builder – Can we Fix it?
  10. Kylie Minogue – Come into my World

I feel as though I ought to be giving a statement that assures you (and I) that I do have tracks on my iPod that were released in the last 12 months. I know that the first 10 tracks don’t demonstate that, but I do have more ‘modern’ music (in the names of Steps and Ellie Goulding)…

Great days out I’ve recently had

I haven’t got much to write about, so I thought I would share a few photos of my recent days out…

Steam train ride which resulted in the blog post inconsiderate photographers. It was a wonderful trip. Very picturesque.

All the lovely beaches that I’ve been taken to as I have been a passenger.

My chauffeur hasn’t complained too much about taking me outside. The views have been exceptionally scenic and have inspired me greatly…

Virgo

I’m cynical about horoscopes and astrological signs. I find it difficult to believe that the entire population can be divided into twelve groups and that we can all have our futures predicted in one of twelve ways. Of late, my horoscope hasn’t informed me about the difficulties that I have encountered. It hasn’t predicted my gloomy summer. I suppose that sometimes we have to read between the lines. Sometimes we have to read really, really far between the lines.

Where I find that predicting the future of the population, divided into 12 groups, being hard to fathom, I can sort-of-kind-of get on board with the personality traits of these various zodiac signs.

Astrologers ascribe certain personality traits to a person born under the Virgo: people born under this sign are typically analytical, kind, hardworking and practical. According to astrologers, Virgos tend to worry often; they are shy and dislike being the center of attention. They are also known for being modest, faithful, quiet, and very persuasive, as well as for having a good sense of reasoning and memory. Virgos are also known for their intellect and usually enjoy art, literature, science, mathematics, and are skilled at completing detailed work. Copy and pasted from Wikipedia

Perhaps it’s because there are a wide range of ‘traits’ which can probably apply to most people within a given group of people…

  • Analytical – I have a very scientific mind. I analyse a lot of things.
  • Kind – I am a very kind person…
  • Hardworking – I am proud of my work ethic.
  • Practical – I am a practical person. I’m always looking for ways to simplify my life. Maybe because I want a lazy life, I work quite hard at being practical.
  • Worry often – I am a worry head. I worry about my siblings, I worry about my grandparents, I worry about my friends, I worry about my future and my actions. I have a little notepad in my bag or beside my bed for me to write my worries down. Some are absurd. I worry about forgetting to buy teabags!!
  • Shy – I disagree. I’m not shy. I’m outspoken.
  • Dislike being the centre of attention – I don’t like the spotlight being on me. I’m ok being hidden behind a computer screen, but I don’t like a roomful of people staring at me.
  • Modest – I modestly brag about my accomplishments..
  • Faithful – I am a person of integrity which is a trait I’m incredibly proud of.
  • Quiet – I’m not quiet. I like to talk.
  • Very persuasive – in my jobs, I could sell igloo’s to penguins…
  • Good sense of reasoning – I am logical, analytical and able to take a step back, even if some people can’t see that.
  • Good memory – I am proud of my memory.
  • Intellect – I like to think that I’m somewhat intelligent – I am always keen to learn new things.
  • Enjoy art, literature, science and mathematics
  • Skilled at completing detailed work – especially knitting…

While I was working through that little list, I realised that those traits could easily be ‘describing’ any number of people – including those who aren’t a Virgo. How many non-Virgo’s can identify with the list above? How many non-Virgo’s can’t?

Inconsiderate photographers

This week I had a lovely day out. I spent a total of four and a half hours on board a steam train. My vague acquaintance and I chose an ‘open’ carriage. From here we had a lovely scenic view. The conditions were superb. The weather was perfect – it wasn’t too hazy or cloudy. The mountains stood grandly. It was perfect.

Now, I love photography but I try to be considerate of my surroundings. I don’t block the view of other people. I don’t lean across other people. I put my camera away before I block the view of other people.

This sign was strategically placed along the carriage. When my view from a photographer was being blocked, I desperately wished that a surprise tunnel or wall of rock would appear and smash their cameras up. They should be lucky that I wasn’t wishing for them to smash their heads in!!

I don’t understand why people are so inconsiderate. What makes themso damn special that it’s OK for them to lean across me and block my otherwise spectacular view? Just because I don’t have a camera in my hand doesn’t mean I am not enjoying what I am looking at. 

If nothing else, next time I pick up my camera, I shall be ultra conscientious of the people around me. I don’t want to be ruining a scene for someone else just to have a photograph to look at on my computer and share on Facebook!!

Marmite

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I love the stuff. I have it bought for me from a warehouse because I can’t get enough of it. I probably eat Marmite 5 times a week. Sometimes I eat it every day.

Marmite (French for “casserole dish”) was ‘discovered’ by accident in 1902 by Justus Leibig. It’s healthy – it’s rich in vitamin B12 and folic acid and the more you stir it, the paler it becomes. Marmite was included in the soldiers rations during World War I and (according to newpaper articles ages and ages ago) it might keep away the mosquitoes – that might be why I don’t get bitten all that often 😉

Marmite isn’t just for toast, either. Here’s how I eat it:

  • Marmite coated roast potatoes (or poured over my oven chips)
  • Cheesy Marmite muffins
  • Marmite and cheese straws
  • Add to soups and stews
  • Cheese and Marmite sandwiches
  • Marmite and scrambled egg on toast
  • A spoonful in a mug of boiling water (with bread and butter)

I’m interested in discovering new ways to enjoy Marmite, so please share with me how you like to eat Marmite…

My claim to fame

In October 2002, my family (and a dozen other families) were victims of an arson attack. Our homes weren’t destroyed, but it didn’t make the pain of loss any less. All of the hut owners had worked hard to keep their huts secure from break-ins. Lots of the hut owners had a great number of personal possessions in the huts because it was a home-from-home.

I was devastated by the fire – as were others who were effected. I was 16-years-old and I’d never really experienced “loss” like this. If Grandad had his way, he would have walked away from it, but he had nagging voices not to. Mine was one.

The day after the fire I was taken to the scene (I am the one in blue) where I was able to roam around in the rubble of what once was my sanctuary. Sadly, I could identify things – the sofa, the toilet, Nanna’s bed. A set of books that Nanna had were in perfect condition on the inside, but we binned them anyway. Other huts had just burnt to ashes. It was so sad and yes, a lot of us grieved.

Nothing made anything feel better. I was 16 at the time, but even I knew that no one would be bought to justice. I heard the adults talking and I realised that the owners would have to fund this mostly by themselves. We had an/no idea who did it – no one has been held accountable for the devastation that they caused (most likely to be teenagers) so the most that I could do was write a letter to the local newspaper.

When writing the letter, I didn’t for one moment imagine that I would be published in the newspaper…

The following year (summer 2003) the replacement huts went up. Our hut was built by my Grandad’s very own hands, with a lot of blood, sweat and tears. In fact, during the summer of 2003, I didn’t realise anyone could smell as bad as Grandad did – he worked solidly without many showers!! And what we built, I was proud of – because, Grandad had built it. But, also, we realised what a community was all about. Others who hadn’t been a victim were always happy to help and they offered things that they were otherwise getting rid of. Although this event was utterly devastating, it was also the first time in my life that I knew what a community was.