• I’m catching up with my posts! Last Friday I visited Pewley Down Infant School in the morning and Holy Trinity Junior School in the afternoon.

    I had a wonderful time at both schools. Each was buzzing with excitement and activity, with lots going on for Book week. Geraldine, their Librarian, helped me find an art shop to buy some paper so I could finish some artwork over the weekend. Many thanks – It all got in the post on Monday! While in town, I noticed that the statue of the Surrey Scholar had a cigarette butt stuck in his mouth – not a good example – Im sure!

    I saw a lovely old sign painted on a shop wall in town. I don’t suppose you gat palnning permission to do it these days, but I think it adds something to the environment. Old and faded lettering does something to me. To me it represents what the Japanese call Wabi-sabi. We don’t really have a word for it or a concept either, I don’t think. It’s a sort f beauty in imperfection.

    The trip gave me the opportunity to stay the night at my wife’s delightfully eccentric Uncle Roger’s house. Being and engineer, he likes to do things his way. The unintuitive toilet handle in the photograph is only one of many examples of what we like to call pottyness. His house is covered in interesting notes explaining how things work – usually differently to the way they work everywhere else!

  • It doesn’t help much but this song and video help you feel a little better. I heard them on the radio this morning and they said they were into spreading themselves across the internet, so enjoy watching, guilt free.

    Arrogance Ignorance and Greed are of course the initials of AIG , one of the financial houses that started the crash.

    It made me wonder what ever happened to mutuality? Of course it got sold out in Halifax shares, but surely it’s still a good idea. The Banks have been brilliant nd brainwashing us into debt and mistrust of probity. And to think that Gordon Brown thought his second name was Prudence – Ha!

    Obviously the Bankers can’t be trusted anymore, even when they’ve screwed up right and royally they refuse to change their ways. Create new, mutual banks and destroy the smug old syatem.

  • The fine covering of snow was slowly melting in the early morning sun, throwing spray onto my windscreen as I drove up the M5 to Oldbury Library the morning. The windscreen wash ran out as I slid across the icy carpark. Luckily there was a big Sainsburys close by where gallon bottles of screen wash were for sale.

    I had great sessions in Oldbury and had one of the longest sausages in the world for lunch. Many thanks to all the Library Girls!

    I decided sausages might be a good discussion topic for my blog, do this evening I’m having another, in a Yorkshire pudding in Haworth, up on the wild, windy moor in Bronte country.

    I’m here to open the new School Library to
    Orris, both an honour and a pleasure. I drove across the moor inthe dark, all the time wanting to sing Kare Bush’s Heathcliffe song. Is hard to tellehst Howarth I’d like in the dark.

    The picture is of some forsaken service area on the M6.