The two youngest members of our family are setting off first thing in the morning to spend
5 days in the Lake District. One is worried that she may have to climb a mountain or indeed
walk anywhere longer than a mile - 'after all you can seen the beautiful lakes from the car' -
says a child of today. Jamax is wanting to go to Coniston Lake and see where Campbell
and his beloved 'Blue Bird' crashed so tragically. I hope he does not think the remains of the boat are floating around still - but there you are he's a teenage boy!
Meanwhile I and my dear one will be lounging around in Bath enjoying the delights of the
wonderful Spa and being waited upon for a while.
I will be looking forward to seeing them next week - 5 days is too long without them.
Thursday, 28 July 2011
Wednesday, 27 July 2011
How things have changed
My dear mother in law got herself into serious trouble with her father when she was
booked in by him with a local photographer; on the way the naughty girl (who was 18)
had her hair cut from long to the latest racey fashion of a bob. She had also decorated
her new velvet dress with some flowers her sister had knitted! Oh! what a delinquent.
Sadly, she and her father never again had the same close relationship.
booked in by him with a local photographer; on the way the naughty girl (who was 18)
had her hair cut from long to the latest racey fashion of a bob. She had also decorated
her new velvet dress with some flowers her sister had knitted! Oh! what a delinquent.
Sadly, she and her father never again had the same close relationship.
Monday, 25 July 2011
TATTOOS
I saw a girl in the changing rooms at the gym with a huge tattoo of a roaring lion starting
on her breasts and continuing over her chest and neck areas - she must have taken out a mortgage to pay for it but it worked because every person in the C/ROOM was staring at
her and I think that is the real reason for getting your body dyed so that people will look at you. It did not used to be so - the Jews tattooed by the Nazis always loathed the sign of their domination.
My dad had a tattoo on his arm which was his Regimental badge and number so that if
his remains ended up on the battlefield at least he would be identified - he kept it wrapped up with long sleeves for the rest of his life as it brought back too many bad memories.
I remember a young man in hospital years ago when the fashion had hardly started
with a huge tattoo done by his pal - it was bad but at least it was unique as they had spelt the word Genesis wrongly. Don't think they knew.
'Right, it's time to clear something up once and for all. I've thought hard about this. I've read reams on the subject, and have reached a conclusion at last. Tattoos are bad news.
They are tacky, inelegant, foolish, pretentious and grubby. And they are not cool. Ever.'
That's what I think anyhow and it is not because I am old and wouldn't know fashion if it hit me in the eye! Don't think so anyway.
on her breasts and continuing over her chest and neck areas - she must have taken out a mortgage to pay for it but it worked because every person in the C/ROOM was staring at
her and I think that is the real reason for getting your body dyed so that people will look at you. It did not used to be so - the Jews tattooed by the Nazis always loathed the sign of their domination.
My dad had a tattoo on his arm which was his Regimental badge and number so that if
his remains ended up on the battlefield at least he would be identified - he kept it wrapped up with long sleeves for the rest of his life as it brought back too many bad memories.
I remember a young man in hospital years ago when the fashion had hardly started
with a huge tattoo done by his pal - it was bad but at least it was unique as they had spelt the word Genesis wrongly. Don't think they knew.
'Right, it's time to clear something up once and for all. I've thought hard about this. I've read reams on the subject, and have reached a conclusion at last. Tattoos are bad news.
They are tacky, inelegant, foolish, pretentious and grubby. And they are not cool. Ever.'
That's what I think anyhow and it is not because I am old and wouldn't know fashion if it hit me in the eye! Don't think so anyway.
Friday, 22 July 2011
Historic Day in our house
Today has it's own place in the history of our little family: I made my last journey to school for eight years. When our daughter in law died 8 years ago I took over the delivery and collection of the children - in those days there were many journeys every day as Jamax who was just six had to be delivered each morning and collected at 3.30pm but at the same time
his little sister who was just 4 years had started at nursery which commenced at 10am 'til 2.00pm.
My whole day was spent going backwards and forwards each day. Things changed when Miss Hickett joined the Infant school and could be taken along with Jamax and again much later when Jamax started at High School he used the school bus and I was demoted to just one jouney in the morning with Miss Hickett who walked home with friends each evening. From September they will both be in High school and using the school bus so though there will be no 'school walk'. It will be chaos at home when I have to encourage both of them to get a move on and try to impress upon Miss Hickett that the bus goes at 8.00am whether she is on it or not! Happy days!
his little sister who was just 4 years had started at nursery which commenced at 10am 'til 2.00pm.
My whole day was spent going backwards and forwards each day. Things changed when Miss Hickett joined the Infant school and could be taken along with Jamax and again much later when Jamax started at High School he used the school bus and I was demoted to just one jouney in the morning with Miss Hickett who walked home with friends each evening. From September they will both be in High school and using the school bus so though there will be no 'school walk'. It will be chaos at home when I have to encourage both of them to get a move on and try to impress upon Miss Hickett that the bus goes at 8.00am whether she is on it or not! Happy days!
Wednesday, 20 July 2011
It's a great big world out there!
We have a visitor at the Cathedral for the next couple of weeks; he is Bishop Greg Thompson
from the New Territories in Australia. He told us that his Diocese in New Territories has the same footprint as France, Germany and Italy all pushed alongside each other.
There was a loud gasp as we tried to take that information in and imagine it - that wasn't easy as our Diocese in the UK is 35 miles from top to bottom! In that small space we have one million people which apparently is many, many more than in the New Territories.
I think the most difficult problem to get their heads around is that they are visiting us in
'high summer'.....we find it difficult to believe too.
from the New Territories in Australia. He told us that his Diocese in New Territories has the same footprint as France, Germany and Italy all pushed alongside each other.
There was a loud gasp as we tried to take that information in and imagine it - that wasn't easy as our Diocese in the UK is 35 miles from top to bottom! In that small space we have one million people which apparently is many, many more than in the New Territories.
I think the most difficult problem to get their heads around is that they are visiting us in
'high summer'.....we find it difficult to believe too.
Monday, 18 July 2011
An exciting week-end.
On Friday Miss Hickett went to a 'goodbye to the junior school' evening when the whole class went in two stretch-limos with non alcoholic champagne (not my choice of description or beverage for that matter!) and after an hour driving around the city found themselves back at school for supper and a disco - it took many an hour to decide on an outfit but eventually a blue dress and white matinee jacket was selected and with curly hair and new sandals she was off and had a lovely time.
Next evening was Jamax's turn but he selected the first two items in the first drawer he opened, washed his hair and departed all in about 20 minutes for a friend's 14th birthday disco.
On Sunday along with a cousin all the family went to the cinema to see the Harry Potter film.
I suspected the scenario would be - 2 men fast asleep, 1 boy stuffing popcorn whilst the other drank copious amounts of 'coke' which would be followed by many journeys to the loo and one girlie sitting like a stone, gazing raptly at the screen; attention never wavering for a couple of hours. I would be at home with the Sunday newspapers and a book with
coffee on tap and not a sound in the house. What really happened was the whole gang
loved the film and no one went to sleep - not even grandad! I did not have a quiet and
peaceful afternoon as my sister in law skyped from South Africa, followed by a friend from Sydney and lastly a call from Spain; by the time they returned I was exhausted but there was little I did not know!
Next evening was Jamax's turn but he selected the first two items in the first drawer he opened, washed his hair and departed all in about 20 minutes for a friend's 14th birthday disco.
On Sunday along with a cousin all the family went to the cinema to see the Harry Potter film.
I suspected the scenario would be - 2 men fast asleep, 1 boy stuffing popcorn whilst the other drank copious amounts of 'coke' which would be followed by many journeys to the loo and one girlie sitting like a stone, gazing raptly at the screen; attention never wavering for a couple of hours. I would be at home with the Sunday newspapers and a book with
coffee on tap and not a sound in the house. What really happened was the whole gang
loved the film and no one went to sleep - not even grandad! I did not have a quiet and
peaceful afternoon as my sister in law skyped from South Africa, followed by a friend from Sydney and lastly a call from Spain; by the time they returned I was exhausted but there was little I did not know!
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