I’ve known Renita for a while now. Originally from America, Renita now lives in Wigtown, which the book town in Scotland, with the most stunning views across the estuary. When I’ve performed at the festival, the children have all been whipped up to a frenzy by Renita, who welcomes them in and “settles them down” [...]
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I’ve just been to the dentist – something most people fear, but I have great faith in Andrew, my dentist. I’ve been putting up with a low dull ache in a crown that he fitted over a year ago. Putting up with, because I didn’t want to be told it would have to be replaced or worse.
This morning he ground a tiny piece off the occlusal face of the tooth, (I learned that occlusal is the part of a tooth that meets another tooth in the other jaw). It feels totally different. What had felt like a big tooth is now normal. I can’t bite on it in the same way as before and so am not having the same dull pain as before.
Such a simple remedy. Such relief!
On holiday in Suffolk recently, I was pleased to find apple juice available in pubs and fish and chip shops. Drivers, and those who don’t want to drink alcohol, are generally stuck with water or a choice of bottled sweet and sticky chemical junk. J20 is the drink that seems to be available everywhere. I find it sickly sweet and syrupy.
Recently I’ve come across OJ which is really nice orange juice, but hard to find. The ubiquitous Britvic equivalent doesn’t do it for me – it tastes over-produced.
But to find not only bottles of apple juice available, but juice from different varieties of apple, was terrific.
Country pubs that rely on drivers to bring customers to them, should put more thought into drinks for the drivers. There must be fabulous profit to be made by making fresh non-alcaholic drinks and charging a gourmet premioum. How about anon-alcoholic drink of the day to make it more interesting?
It’s Father’s Day and my children have totally surprised me! I pretty well gave up eating chocolate after Christmas (maybe it was a reaction to too much chocolate!) I’ve replaced sweeties with fruit (and have lost quite a bit of weight too). And it appears my children have noticed this as they bought me this wonderful hamper full of fruit for Father’s Day.
I gorged myself on cherries that, only yesterday, I thought still a bit expensive in the shop. I didn’t mind at all. I ate cherries with my morning cup of tea before I’d even got dressed. Ah! what joy – what a privilege! Thanks Kids.
I had a wonderful time this morning. St James’ Junior School, Gloucester asked me to come and open their new Eco Classroom – a beautiful, circular den, made from reclaimed materials in which they can give outside lessons, even if it’s raining. The next phase is to develop the green area around it with vegetable and wild-flower gardens and trees. This is fab idea in the middle of Gloucester. It will give the children a connection to the Earth and I hope they will come back to see how their class trees are doing long after they’ve left the school.
I then read the children some stories and had a grand old time, so thank you for having me! I’ve not got any photos. Send me some and I’ll post them or link to them.
I went for a walk with my son and daughter yesterday, down along the banks of the River Wye. There is a wonderful old Willow tree that must have been hit by lightning or something. Two sides have split apart, leaving the centre of the tree with a burned out hollow that you could climb through if you were small enough.
My daughter Dorothy, a great fan of Narnia and all things alter Univers-ey and Lord of the Rings, was dared to climb through, and so she did.
She has been though the heart of a willow and reports that nothing has changed in the universe on the other side except maybe coffee tastes different with the new kettle!
The ferns are really busting out in the Forest now. I always marvel at how they explode out of the ground and uncurl. They are masterpieces of fractal design, imperceptibly growing in un-noticeable stages. Each new stage of growth looks so like the last one, you can’t see the joins or how it got as big as it did. When it’s grown it looks like it must have always been like that.
I’ve picked up a few ferns for my garden over the years. They are all slightly different, but they all have that wonderful uncurling system.
I wasn’t aware of any major flight activity, but when I looked up in the sky, a massive Scottish Saltire or Cross of St Andrew, had been painted across the sky!
Should I be locked up?!
I’m sure it could be classed as peeping tommery or something awful, but I find facebook face-hopping a fascinating way of wasting a moment while something is downloading. Look at a list of your friends friends and choose one. Then choose one of their friends and so on and see how far you get. My criteria for choosing someone is that their profile picture should stand out in someway as different to the others and all the other profiles pic on Facebook.
Six degrees of separation.
One of my starting points is on the teachertube website. While I load my videos up, they present a box of faces from the teachertube Facebook page. These people come from all around the world. Teachertube is a bit slow, so I often get tempted to click on a pic and see where it goes.
Often you end up with a page with no friends to choose because the person has blocked that link to those who aren’t their fiends already. Just now, I got about five or six links in when I noticed that the glamorous lady in Jakarta was a Facebook friend of one of my Facebook friends! What are the chances? Pretty high I should think, but it adds strength to the assertion that we are all connected by only six degrees of separation.
Is Facebook profile hopping appropriate?
I think so. If you don’t want to be seen and observed don’t put yourself on display. What do you reckon?
Looking again, I realised it if the fluffy seeds from the willow tree above the studio that are drifting across the garden. I suppose the first really warm day is a trigger for the tree to release all those little fluffy down seeds to drift in the warm calm, tranquil air. They are not really built for floating in howling gales.