Sunday, December 21, 2008

Sunday 21st December

Well I'm not going to write anything about Mum, because it's all personal kind of stuff. We're still all coming to terms with it, and trying to cope with the very idea of Christmas which frankly feels odd. We're having it at home, in Mum's home that is, the last time we'll have a 'family' home to have things like Christmas in. Anytime after this, it's going to be celebrating at a specific family member's home, rather than the family home, so it's sort of momentous and incredibly sad. Yet I'm determined not to get swept away by all this, life is for living and I think also Mum would get very upset if she thought we couldn't cope with this. After all, she spent so much of her life trying to bring us up to cope with anything life might throw at us, and ok, the big test thing is here - now we are all truly adults, we have no parents left and it leaves you feeling quite strange. I feel stupidly small, for all that I'm fifty years old.
Anyhow, just to throw something else into the mix, this year, fate has seen fit to give me - yep, you guessed it, a winter bug. Not the vomiting variety, no ho, I almost feel I could cope with that. No, it's the other variety, which means I've not been able to get out of the house for any time, or distance since about three weeks ago. Or at least that's what it feels like. Every one's Christmas presents have been grabbed off a shelf in Sainsbury's in a flying visit - either that, or off a website of some kind (happily everything has arrived!) and I have stuff from the doctor to use in extremis. So come either later on Tuesday, or Weds, my sister and I are going to go do the Xmas shopping - the food shopping that is, at a nice local supermarket with facilities! Now I know you're all out there, shaking your heads at that appalling thought - I'm intending to buy food and cook it whilst suffering from this? Well yes. I've spoken to the Doctor. I've checked it all out. I have the largest quantity of germ destroying hand sprays, cleaners and wipes that you can imagine. I've also been assured that whatever bug it is that I've got, it's of low infectivity. And my family are all healthy adults. So I feel it's safe to pick up stuff that's wrapped in plastic, boxed etc, and if I can't cook it, then I'm sure that we'll come to some sort of arrangement. And the one blessing of all this is that I can still eat, in fact I actually think if I couldn't I'd be in the local hospital by now. I've been very careful to keep myself hydrated, over the past couple of weeks barely a moment has gone past without my having a cup of something to hand - and whoever it was at Birt and Tangs who came up with their Ginger tea bags, thanks. I've really enjoyed them over the past while! Ginger tea, Blackberry and Nettle tea, ordinary tea - what a wonderful thing tea is. Yay, lets here it for tea...

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Tuesday 4th November

Well I went back to work yesterday. It's been a very hard couple of weeks, and at the moment I sort of feel that the really hard bit is still to come - when a parent dies, you're so busy running around and organising things that the business of grief and mourning almost gets suspended whilst you accomplish those necessary tasks. I still find myself thinking of Mum as if she was still with us, and getting that concomitant shock when I remember she's not - yesterday I had a short walk through Bristol's new shopping centre, and looking at stuff thinking oh that would be good for Mum at Christmas - and she's not going to be there at Christmas! Some days are better than others, you know?
Anyhow I kind of also feel a need, a huge need, to get back to some sort of normality. It was important to get back to work, and very luckily I have a couple of weeks of very short shifts, which is an excellent way to do it. It's nice to see people too, every one's been very kind. So this is a sort of equal stab at getting back to normality - a blog. We're doing ok, all things considered.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008



Mum

25 August 1923 - 20th October 2008

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Saturday 18th October

Well all told it's been a difficult couple of weeks or so - mum had a fall, and is recovering, but not as quickly as we might have hoped for. So that's taken a lot of time, and to be honest, blogging isn't the first thing that comes to mind under the circs!
Still things are beginning to ease up a bit - finger's crossed. Luckily, I'd scheduled a lot of listings onto Ebay, so those go live without any help from me. And I've been taking a few photo's here and there - so I managed to finish off my Flickr Monthly Scavenger Hunt list - and work has been very understanding about the shifts I've had to miss. So I'm kind of hoping that things will get back to normal.

Saturday, October 04, 2008

Saturday 4th October

Well I've just fished a crumble out of the oven - plum and pear - which I'm taking over for Sunday lunch with the family tomorrow - it seemed to take forever to cook! And needless to say, considering I'm taking it on the bus for a considerable distance, I've made it in my heaviest cooking pot. I really don't know where my heads at sometimes. It's 'cos it's the only pot I've got left with the lid still intact!
So.. here we are on a Saturday night. Despite being off work, I've been busy today - listing stuff on Ebay, tidying up the end of the month lists, then rushing off to Sainsbury's, dashing back - sometimes I feel like I never stay still for more than ten minutes at a time. I've been doing more night shifts this week, and this afforded me the opportunity to watch the Vice Presidential Debate. Now contrary to expectations, this wasn't the car-crash tv that the presenters had been seeming to have expected - I have to say that I wasn't expecting to see a melt down performance by Palin either. Whatever you think about her, she must be a bright intelligent woman, and just because one doesn't agree with her views is no reason to trash the woman. And, above all, as a European, I don't expect to understand the full nuance of American politics. To use a culinary analogy, I may catch the scent of it, I may even taste the flavours, but it's never going to be the full Sunday roast. So when Mrs Palin says that she feels she can give a lead to a world on Environmental matters, I have to believe that's she's not up to speed on the state of environmental politics, because otherwise she wouldn't make such a statement in public. Unless, of course, what she means is she's going to lead the rest of the world into drilling into the Arctic Circle, no doubt expecting us to be merrily tripping along behind her. I really can't quite figure it out. And there's no doubt she was trying to hammer home the idea that Wall Street etc are actively corrupt. She had to have mentioned that at least three times.

Now it's very easy of me to sit here and abuse foreign politics, like some old style Anglo. But the truth of it is that our politics is just as weird - did you see Mandelson on the box after his comeback?? Third time lucky??? Is he serious???? It's almost exactly like the presentation given by Mrs Palin, it's doublespeak. For Brown, it's a very clever move. You're threatened by the gathering forces of Blairites, and the old style labour apparatchiks. What do you do? Divide and conquer. Strike a deal with one or the other, and you've bought yourself enough time for the financial crisis to have become a debacle and in six months time, it's unlikely anyone will be asking questions, they'll all be too busy falling over each other to stab someone else in the back. You can see it coming, check out the gleam in Cameron's eyes. Check out the pause before he speaks, gravitas, looming doom, unspecified promise for the future, gleam of deep unalloyed satisfaction. You know the truth of it is, it doesn't matter who's in number 10. At the end of the day, it really doesn't mean a thing. The world will go it's own sweet way, and nothing or no one can stop it. Remember Black Monday? Now there's a thing. Nigel Lawson was Chancellor back then, ever noticed him be reticent about his abilities? I watched one of the news programmes the other day and believe it or not, there was Lamont acting like some wise old man. Now I'm not saying he isn't, but look at his comeuppance. Yep, the day we crashed out of the ERM.

Essentially I believe it's all pretty pointless. It doesn't matter who you vote for, in the end they all fall apart. The Thatcherites believed that they were the Masters of the Universe, then they fell apart. Cameron will do exactly the same. It'll happen to him because it's destiny - it's the way of the world. He'll try and tell himself he's different, he'll try and tell you that he's different. But you know different, because you have the ability to look back and learn. He could win the next election, he could win the one after that, and even maybe scrape through the one after that. But at the end of the day, there'll be a young whippersnapper who will creep up behind him, metaphorical knife in hand. Just as the simpering boy wonder is doing now with Brown, just as Brown did with Blair, although I find it hard to believe that Brown could a) simper or b) sneak up behind anyone unheard. I guess that's part of the point, they don't have to sneak, it's politics. It's part of the job description. Personally, I feel it's time we re-wrote that job description because these people are more interested in their own ideas than the reality of any given situation. It's all me, me, me, my ideas, my party, my chance to be in the spotlight. I'd say the very fact that anyone wants to be in politics ought to be reason to bar them for life. Politics, government, it should be done by people who don't want to be doing it, who aren't interested in having their photograph in the papers. People who don't want to be top of the tree, who have to be wrenched away from their lifes' work in order to undertake it for a short period of time. People who are educated and know something about what they're talking about rather than because they happen to have an idea. And above all, no government should be allowed to serve for three terms. Now I agree that you may feel this is difficult under our system, but it's relatively simple - no MP should be elected for more than two terms. Cut the ground out from under their feet, bar them from any form of company directorship, or in fact, any form of corporate employment. Two terms as an MP max, and then they go into public service in an obscure position. If they want to run something, fine, give them a single hospital to run, a single prison. Limit any opportunity for further public prominence. Disallow anyone from being both the leader of their party and a member of the Cabinet. Automatically rotate top civil servants every 12 - 15 months, not within a department but out of departments, and move them to another city. 12 months in London? You're going to Leeds man. Or Norwich. Or Liverpool. Anywhere but an influential position in the upper echelons. And more than anything else, we need to find a way to inculcate the idea of the greater good back in to public life. We need to find a way to make kids understand and espouse self-sacrifice for that greater good. And we absolutely need to do it without the aid of religion. We need to absolutely split religious groups of all kinds out of public life, because these are more people who want to tell you what to do. I read this thing recently where someone was suggesting that everyone, but everyone starts off thinking they can make things better. They can't. In the end, all they can do is tell other people what to do. And when no one listens to them, they start shouting. And when still no one's listening to them, they start to force things. Therein is the road to dictatorship.

Ok, it's getting kind of late at night here, and I'm saying some daft things here. Blame it on the late cooking! But seriously, we do need to do something about all this. Not what I say, but something.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Thursday 25th September

Well... doing a night shift last night, and come the very wee small hours, I had the pleasure of catching President Bush doing his "We are on the verge of total destruction" speech. Now Bush isn't my favourite among world leaders, but right now he's doing a lot better than the German Finance Minister, who made it to the small box by blaming the US and guess who, of course, the Brits, for the current state of his own country's economy. It seems to me (and I ain't no expert) that whatever, we're in for a long recession.
Now my experience of previous recessions indicates we should all get ourselves ready. This means a sudden and unexpected return of Walton chic - layered clothing including pinafores, in cheesecloth, perfect for digging up the front garden to plant a crop of - well whatever you'd like to plant in your front garden. Anything we planted in ours is only likely to give us toxic poisoning of some variety given the traffic past the front door - in the course of last night I also learnt that when Beluga Whales die in the St Lawrence Waterway, the Canadian Government has to dispose of the carcass as being toxic waste, such is the level of pollution in the said waters. Poor little things, they're not doing anything different from what they did before, it's simply that we've adopted their home as the worlds busiest shipping lane.
Anyhow, recession also means you'll need to paint everything brown. Or a shade of brown. This is what we did in the 70's - you'll be out there working so hard to maintain any grip on your overdraft you won't have time to clean. Brown, grey or some shade thereof, will prevent embarrassment when the neighbours drop round for that essential glass of homebrew. Yes, the lurking menace of a home based brewery experiment will also return, threatening life and limb every time you open the cupboard under the stairs. I'd warn you about the smell as well, but - well some people like the tang of mashed hops.
Recession also strikes me as renowned for men wearing velvet jackets. Now the navy blue one's weren't that bad, but brown? No, no, no. Recession is also a time where what was a casual act of financial stupidity - such as the one I've just made, pitches you into financial disaster. What have I done you ask? Well there was this jacket on Ebay that I rather liked the look of, and when I last looked at it, looked as if it was going to fit and be lovely - but the listing had expired, and when it was relisted of course I hurled a bid on frantically without reading the item specifics. Now I learn it's at least four to five inches too small around the bust. Ah well, hopefully I will be outbid... if not I may be going in to the second hand clothing business. Another aspect of recession you may need to become overly familiar with. Knitting for example, will move from the charming hobby that you can carry with you, to the essential task for next school term, and where the hell has it got to? Yes kids, the home knitted school sweater is bound to make a come back, let's just hope things don't sink to the point where your mum needs to unpick last years and match the yarn in to this's. You'll love that feeling of tautness around the armpits. However bad it makes you feel it will be as nothing to the embarrassment of your smaller siblings having to grace the beaches in a home knitted swimming costume. And remind me one of these days to explain the arts of home-shoe repair. You wondered why we wore platforms and wedges? Why we tottered? It had everything to do with the fact you couldn't actually wear a platform sole through.
Anyhow I have to go. John Boy is tap tap tapping on the window ledge and the foreclosure men are at the door. Recession is here for the foreseeable future, and I wonder what joys it's going to bring with it this time.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Sunday 14th September

Well here we are, another week has gone by, and you'll just have to excuse the feeling of mild panic that's gripping me firmly by the throat. Yesterday, you see, I spent some time looking at all the stock I've put up for Christmas to sell in my Ebay shop, and parcelling it up into what's to be loaded in which week, and counting up the weeks to a safe date to post for Xmas and reach it's destination - and my only feeling since doing this is HELP!!!!
Still all in all, I feel I've made a positive start. I've got the bag with the next two weeks worth of bookmarks sitting right by the computer, I've photographed a good half of them, and I've even got about 15 scheduled listings. All to go live over the next two weeks. Fancy having an advance look? Here we go:
















These are just three of the collection I've made over the last nine months! The pink pendant bookmark is part of a group that feature wonderful glass pendant pieces made by Shoozles, who makes the most wonderful glass art. Check out her photo's on Flickr;
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shoozlesfusesglass/
She does some wonderful work.
Anyway apart from all this, normal work continues - I still have to do my normal schedule, including night shifts!

I recently wandered on to a great website. http://www.lovefoodhatewaste.com/ is a brilliant site, where you can find tips on how to save food, and recipes to use up leftovers. I'm going to eat well tonight, and use up the left over hunk of a loaf of granary bread, half of an onion I used yesterday, and the end of piece of cheese. Sounds ghastly doesn't it? But in fact these are the primary ingredients of a Garlic Soup - go check it out on the website. I've adjusted mine a little from the recipe, but essentially when I got in this morning I cut the bread up into cubes and popped it into the oven to dry at 75degrees for a couple of hours whilst I slept. This afternoon, I sauted (or fried if you prefer) the finely sliced onion, and three cloves of finely sliced garlic in a little butter, and added about a litre of chicken stock - no reason why you can't use a vegetable stock! Then you crumble in the bread cubes, reserving a few to serve, and simmer the broth for 15 to 20 minutes. I'll float the cubes on the hot soup, and sprinkle over the grated cheese before I sit down to eat, and I have to say the aroma of this soup is just fantastic. And I feel really pleased with myself, because frankly the bread was heading for the bin, and probably the cheese too in a couple of days. You know what it's like when you have one of those tiny little cubes of cheese in the fridge - it inevitably ends up being thrown out when it's green and mouldy because you can't think what to do with such a small piece of cheese. And it's such a waste! So I'm pretty chuffed with this new site, you can look up recipes by clicking on an ingredient, so if you had - for example - part of a cauliflower left over, you could click on the cauli icon, and hey presto up comes a nice recipe for left over cauli! Cool or what?!