Yes, I’ve been away teaching. I’ll tell you more over the next few days, but I couldn’t resist a post tonight, even though we are just back, as it is 29th February. The above view was that from our window, glorious in the setting sun.
There’s another view of this piece over here. The above is also photographed on bubble wrap, and it’s part of what I’ll be working on while I’m away. You didn’t know I was away? That’s the beauty of scheduled posts!
What will you be doing this weekend? If you are at a loss to know, why not take up a new sport.
Less than one month to go! I had intended to post this on 8th February, but somehow the date passed. However, better late than never.
You may remember this post. Thursday March 8th is International Women’s Day. I have a post in mind, and I’d like to invite you to join in. It will be easy. All you have to do is write a post which marks the day in some way. You don’t have to be female to write it – but it does have to relate to International Women’s Day. Then, pop over here with the link. Once the links start to appear we will be able to visit as many as possible, read and comment. I’ll remind you again nearer the time. I do hope you will take part.
By the way, yesterday I posted a giveaway here, why not pop over and enter. I’ll be announcing the winner (it may be winners) on 8th March.
….. you will find inspiration. Birthday cake is always very tempting. My mother was a wonderful cook, and I remember my birthday cakes with great pleasure, however, there are other members of our remote family who don’t remember theirs in quite the same way.
I have a distant cousin. I’m going to call her Pamela. She was an only child, with very strict parents. Those of you that know the TV series ‘Keeping Up Appearances‘ will instantly remember the character Hyacinth Bucket. (If you haven’t seen it there are a few clips here). You might think that HB was the archetypal snob, but I can assure you that she doesn’t even come close to Pamela’s mother. Auntie Anne came from lowly beginnings, but she wasn’t going to let anyone discover that. Her husband had to have a good job, and she was certainly the one that wore the trousers throughout their long marriage. All meals, including breakfast, were served with full silver service, and that silver was polished on a very regular basis. But I digress….
Imagine a birthday. Imagine mother baking a cake for her daughter.
Imagine (don’t forget, this had to impress) an ENORMOUS birthday cake, imagine it suitably decorated. Chocolate frosting, chocolate baubles, candles, suitably placed on silver platter.
Imagine this cake left on the counter in the kitchen ready for tea.
Imagine arriving home from school and seeing said cake on counter
Imagine the excitement of knowing that it had been made especially for you!
Imagine being unable to resist just the tiniest taste of that frosting.
All hell was let loose. Caught in the act with no defence and a mother like Auntie Anne. Punishment was swift. Pamela was handed a spoon and made to eat the lot
Yes – the lot.
Every mouthful was counted down. There was no remission, it all had to go. This is fact, and, I think, EXTREMELY CRUEL
To this day Pamela cannot even look at chocolate cake.
By the way, I’m adding this late in the day, so I’ll mention it again tomorrow, but I’m hosting a giveaway over here. Do pop over and enter.
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I’m not sure where I saw this first, but, against my better judgement, I gave this a try. Here’s the result. I don’t like the colours, but, of course, the deduction is absolutely 100% correct
Your rainbow is shaded violet and green.
I’ve told you before that I usually make my own bread, so when I saw this I was a little amused.
I remember being offered some of this product in it’s previous form. I remember that the general consensus of opinion was that it had no taste whatsoever. One remark was that it tasted like cardboard, but as I have never eaten cardboard I can neither agree with or contradict that statement. Maybe a better packaging would be to claim ‘Now WITH taste! (presuming that it has some). Unless, of course, it now tastes like corrugated cardboard…. (I’ve never tried that either)
The day started a few degrees colder than this, but I don’t think it will get much warmer. It feels cold. I don’t know how cold it feels, but the forecast said that it would feel colder than it is due to the ‘chill factor’.
Yesterday we made a trip to the post office to send some orders. The young girl that served us is a very pleasant and chatty lady from Poland. As always there were comments about the weather. She revealed that yesterday it was -15 in her hometown. Today must be similar. They are used to really low figures there, and try to be prepared for all eventualities. However, and I quote, ‘it seems colder here even though the temperature is more than 10 degrees higher’
So if you see me today, and I’m looking rather like the Michelin man, just bear in mind that I’m dressed in layers to ward off that chill……
Last Saturday I posted the above picture with a rather cryptic comment. I had hoped to have more information before now, but finally I have the news I needed. Wiltshire Council wish to close and sell this building. I have written more about it here and I would be really grateful if you would read that post, and then follow the link to the petition to help us save Urchfont Manor for future generations of Adult Learners. There is a strong rumour (and as far as I know it is just a rumour) that a deal has already been struck to convert the building into flats. Wherever you live, in any part of the world, you can still sign the petition. Please help.