tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40744131935882003102024-03-09T00:47:46.164-08:00blackberrycrumbleBlackberryCrumblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06286245940283676095noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074413193588200310.post-80908898953471863252014-12-24T02:28:00.001-08:002014-12-24T02:28:45.266-08:00a creature of habit...Timehop has just pinged on my phone and shown me my Christmas Eve Facebook status's for the last five years. We have traditions without my even noticing. <br />
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Every Christmas Eve, I count down the time until HWMBO(I) gets home from work, I watch A Muppets Christmas carol, Carols from Kings, we have fish pie, wrap presents, drink cocktails. I knew we'd done that last year but had no idea we had essentially been replaying the same day for half a decade. <br />
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I often wish I'd kept a diary. I start one fairly frequently and see it as essentially a stationery buying opportunity. Facebook has inadvertently become my diary. Its probably slightly more optimistic and positive than a diary written for personal rather than public consumption would be but I don't suppose it's any worse for that. I know it wastes an inordinate amount of time, and if you're not careful you can live in the virtual world and miss the important stuff in the real world but I love it.<br />
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I love blogs and the internet - I love this blog and writing it... must try harder. BlackberryCrumblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06286245940283676095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074413193588200310.post-76415675804253094142014-05-04T21:46:00.002-07:002014-05-04T21:46:23.304-07:00Blink and you'll miss it...I seem to have misplaced February, March and April... It's all going by too fast. Life is busy, there are exams to revise for and blogging, along with cleaning, leaving the house and some days getting dressed has taken something of a back seat.<br />
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I hate exams, they are a rubbish way to test my knowledge. In casual conversation I could tell you all sorts of things about standard deviation, variance, outbreak control, labelling theory and the epidemiology of e.coli but put me under exam conditions and everything I have ever known appears to fall out of my head. HWMBO(I) and Bob are being very understanding, and cope well with the random reading out of infectious diseases flashcards and occasional sobbing. HWMBO(I)* has also taken over all cleaning and ironing duties and as such we have hoovered skirting boards and an ironing pile that is no longer a danger to passing small children.<br />
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I'm trying very hard not to endlessly procrastinate because it's my own time I'm wasting** apparently, although having said that I made a tea cosy yesterday.....<br />
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* he's very good at taking on domestic duties. The obstetrician who delivered Bob told him that women who had had a section shouldn't Hoover... Luckily for me he didn't hear the "for six weeks after the birth" bit and I think Bob was about four before I vacuumed.<br />
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** although I am becoming something of an expert on American politics, thanks to re watching the West Wing, and not only the soppy Josh and Donna episodesBlackberryCrumblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06286245940283676095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074413193588200310.post-21632898891784134432014-02-03T03:32:00.001-08:002014-02-03T03:32:58.624-08:00I’ve started, so I’ll (almost inevitably not) finish…
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">This poor blog. Like so many before it, begun in a flurry of
enthusiasm and high expectations has experienced something of a slump. I’m not
up to my eyeballs in <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a Masters anymore
and the real revision for the frightening next exam hasn’t started yet so I not
in any great need of procrastination. As such (apart from a slightly manic
crocheting session just before Christmas when I HAD TO crochet mistletoe and
stars in every colour I possessed (embarrassingly many)) both the blog and
crafts are neglected. I am making myself finish works in progress before I let
myself start anything else, and am now bored with all of them and not doing
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Rainbow Quilt for Bob – I have a front, a back, wadding and I
have even basted the sodding thing. Feed dogs on sewing machine stuck in down
position and there is no way on earth I can bring myself to hand quilt it…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Baby Quilt – its ready to be backed and quilted… just need
a) motivation and b) someone to have a baby</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">‘French Quilt’ – enough patches made for a double bed quilt…
they just need sewing together, backing, basting, quilting…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">William Morris Quilt – see above</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Rowan Wool Swing Jacket – back, fronts and ¾ of one arm
done. Can’t find pattern, don’t know where I am up to. May have to frog the
whole thing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Crochet cushion – front done, back 5/6 done. Just need
sewing together.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Crochet blanket 1. Approx. 80 granny squares done. Need crocheting
together and a border. I hate crocheting granny squared together. I currently
have a huge number of coasters. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Crochet blanket 2. Large granny square for Bob. About 4 foot
square. I have told myself it will be ready for its border when this last ball
of yarn runs out. IT IS THE LONGEST BALL OF YARN IN THE WORLD and I don’t think
it will ever run out.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">These are just the ones I can think of off the top of my
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have a shopping basket full on www.woolytail.com of lovely
style craft Aran just waiting for me to press go… and when I do the lovely owner,
noticing it is me and I live down the road will come and deliver it and we will
drink tea and talk about wool but I really should do something about the on going
projects before I start a new one. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">There is a business opportunity out there for someone,
finishing projects I have started… honestly there is a fortune to be made. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Bob is 11 today. It’s a funny day, his birthday. He is
absolutely celebrating getting older, wiser, taller. I struggle with the day a
bit. Of course it’s celebratory, there are cards, cake, presents but always at
the back of my mind that awful fear that I felt when he was born. He wasn’t
very premature by comparison to some of the real teenies that are born, and in
fact at 4lb4oz at 33 weeks he’d have been enormous at term but still, he was a
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">We’d known for a couple of weeks that it was unlikely that
we would make it to 40 weeks, but really didn’t know how close we would get. I
had a fabulous south African obstetrician who came and sat on the end of my bed
the night <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>before Bob was born and asked
me what HWMBO(I) was doing the next day, and suggested that he might like not
to do it, as he’d probably want to be there for the section I was having in the
morning. From then on, to be honest it was all a bit odd. I remember lying in
bed that night listening to the woman in the next room who NEVER SHUT UP and
hearing the already-born-babies on the ward crying but not a lot else until
being in theatre the next day, bang on 12.00pm and the same obstetrician
telling HWMBO(I) to stop telling me the joke* he was telling because we were
going to miss Bobs first cry…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">We held him for a few minutes and then he was wheeled away
to<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the SCBU where he spent the next 4
weeks alternately breathing, or not until he finally got the hang of it!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I think all mums, and possibly dads feel sadness at time
passing and I truly wouldn’t change any of it for the world, he’s fine, we are
fine and the whole experience is something that makes us who we are, but still
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">*said joke is repeated often. A man sees a penguin standing
at the side of the road and thinks, well I can’t just leave him there, he might
get hurt, so he pulls over and puts him in the front seat of the car. A little
later, he stops for fuel and the pump attendant says “why have you got a
penguin in the car you should take him to the zoo” and the man says “yes, you
are right, I should have thought of that” pays for his fuel and drives off. A
few days later the man stops again for fuel, and still has the penguin on the
front seat of the car, only this time he is wearing sunglasses and has a towel
over his shoulder. The pump attendant says “I thought you were going to take
the penguin to the zoo” and the man replies, “I did, and we had such a lovely
time that today we are going to the beech”. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
BlackberryCrumblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06286245940283676095noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074413193588200310.post-56194141084339236032013-10-21T03:45:00.000-07:002013-10-21T03:45:54.737-07:00the internetI know that there are all sorts of things on the internet that are scary, mean, rude and sometimes just alarming (seriously, the person on pinterest collecting images of sex swings...) but I do genuinely love the internet - I love blogs, facebook, shopping without even needing to get dressed.<br />
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I subscribe to a google news feed for 'crochet' stories. Through this service I have found new blogs and all sorts of interesting projects to add to my things I would like to make one day list. Today however, thanks to a glitch in the system I learnt that a man I have never met in New Iberia died on Friday. His name was Elie Crochet and somewhere thousands of miles away a rosary is being said for him and prayers offered. He was 90 years old, he leaves a widow, the wonderfully named Edmae Romero Crochet - they had been married for 71 years, 6 children, 17 grandchildren, 27 great grandchildren, 10 great-great grandchildren. I have found myself thinking about that enormous family this morning and wondering how they all are. I hope they are not too sad. Elie sounds great. He welded tractors for a living and his hobbies are listed as making things for his wife, helping others, playing the guitar, watching wrestling, singing, western movies and television evangelists. With such an eclectic mix of interests I can only imagine him to be a good chap to have around. RIP Mr Crochet. BlackberryCrumblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06286245940283676095noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074413193588200310.post-86166434082803622332013-09-15T12:49:00.000-07:002013-09-15T12:56:37.727-07:00Hindsight....Bob attended a birthday party today, at Bradford Ice Rink. I attended parties there as a child, and then later in the (hideously awkward) teenage years I remember hanging around while a friend snogged, enthusiastically and trying not to a) cry because I'd never snogged anyone and b) watch too closely because I couldn't work out where you would put your nose to prevent suffocation. The ice rink hasn't changed at all - I'd say it was retro cool but actually it was just a bit grotty (children had a wonderful time and Bob has requested lessons). I have changed more than the rink in the intervening years - I have now snogged, I get where you put your nose and frankly I have improved with age, where the rink has not. Wouldn't it be wonderful to be able to tell your younger self that you really didn't need to worry so much and that things would come good. <br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’m back, thank you for all those who have enquired as to my
whereabouts – I haven’t fallen off the world or under anything heavy. I developed
a significant aversion to my laptop after submitting my dissertation and the
twitch only subsided after I found out that I had passed! Hoorah. Having every
word you write scrutinised doesn’t half take the pleasure out of writing!<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’ve missed this space – missed the thinking positively that
comes with it and the comments from other bloggers. I’m also way behind on
keeping up with the blogs that I read – although people do all seem to slow
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’d join in with the ‘I’ve sewn 100 name tapes in’ comments,
except I didn’t (black sharpie pen, initials on the label) or the ‘100 creative
ideas for packed lunch’ comments, except Bob has school dinners or the ‘I’ve
put away my summer wardrobe’ comments except I pretty much wear the same
clothes year round – just more or less of them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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and have eaten this with scones, toast, cake… (all clothes a little snug<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>- winter layers are my friend) and raspberry
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I made place mats, with pockets for cutlery. These immediately
had jam spilt on them, I nearly broke my neck running across the kitchen to
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I made a cushion cover… actually I made two because Bob
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’ve started a crochet blanket – I am on a mission to use up
what I already have (how much is too much yarn… discuss). 12 squares down, 88
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my parents (daddy, my daddy… sob)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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cursing my inability to put it somewhere that is both safe and memorable after
last use. In this morning’s searching I have found:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the top of the bookcase in my office in the currently empty shoebox, the light bulbs
are on the top shelf in the utility room, door handles, nightlights, stockings
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The banner was on the shelf in Bob’s wardrobe…. Obvious really.
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BlackberryCrumblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06286245940283676095noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074413193588200310.post-15247835182009380512013-07-11T13:32:00.000-07:002013-07-11T13:32:04.021-07:00it's practically scienceAnd almost crafty.<br />
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Left to right; ginger, chilli, cardamom, lemon grass and basil in a double measure of gin. Currently in a cool (ish) dark (ish) place while developing, I'll report back. If I was a proper crafting blogger these would be mason jars artfully photographed but I am much more an old jar of pesto with half its label still stuck on kind of a girl...<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The weather – it’s lovely, slightly churlish, but for me it’s
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The tennis – anyone else a bit teary eyed when he won? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His poor mother.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Food – we continue with the more exciting meal plan – fish pie
tonight (I haven’t puréed it to make soup…). Planned for the rest of the week,
in no particular order; <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>toad in the
hole, homemade sausage rolls, dhal and smoked fish, Thai green chicken curry, risotto
(do you think I can make this in a slow cooker?), field mushrooms and mozzarella
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shortly (starts with a 5 and ends in a zero, I like to think of myself as the
much younger, and something of a trophy, wife) and I have NO IDEA WHAT TO BUY
FOR HIM – we can’t go away because I have work coming out of my ears (and I’m
no fun at the moment), he has no interest in cufflinks and I am suffering from
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I know you’ve been wondering… this eating better lark is marvellous. We are eating better food, we are all sitting down together, I don’t have to make any food decisions every night, there are no discussions about what’s for tea, no disagreements. We are only three days in so caution needs to be applied but so far so absolutely marvellous. Tomorrow night’s lamb tagine is in the slow cooker ready to flick the switch before leaving the house in the morning. I’ve also instigated a new tradition (we’ve only done it once so far but you have to start somewhere). Blitzed the left over veg from Sunday lunch to make soup for Sunday tea. Look I even took a photo…. (please, if you can, ignore the piles of stuff at the end of the table, and Bob's wrist complete with now slightly grubby and possibly smelly, thank goodness he stops wearing it tomorrow splint)</div>
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I love a new tradition. I can make the statement ‘we have always done X’ when we have in fact only done something twice. We always have a cheese board and port for tea on Christmas eve, we always have Yorkshire tea, we always have boiled eggs for supper on a Sunday… there is nothing exotic or all that exciting but I like our family history to have lots of ‘do you remember when’ moments, its slightly twee to say we are making memories but I do think there is something in that. There does seem so be a link between the memories I want to create for my family and food – my only concern regarding this new eating regime is that we might all put on several stone, we may need to introduce a healthy eating scheme. </div>
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I am in the process of transcribing the interviews for my dissertation and while the data is fascinating the process of creating the transcript is KICK ME IN THE HEAD JUST TO GIVE ME SOMETHING ELSE TO THINK ABOUT BORING which gives me what I now like to think of as opportunities for productive procrastination. The washing is up to date, the dishwasher is empty, fountain pens full of ink, toilet rolls in all the toilets, cushions plumped, new crochet blanket on the hook (previous one not finished – I’d love to be a completer finisher but I’m not, unless its gin).</div>
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My most useful bit of procrastination so far has been the time spent yesterday making a list of 31 different meals that we like as a family. We will use this list to decide what we eat for the next month and no dish will be repeated… tonight’s tea is a mystery defrosted tub of green from the freezer – possibly thai curry but possibly not (note to self – label, label) but from tomorrow Nigel, Nigella, Jamie watch your selves we are eating better and more exciting food. </div>
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Thursdays are HWMBO(I)’s responsibility and Bob is choosing two meals a week (from the pre ordained list – I’m all for offering children choice but am retaining some control, at least until the hormones kick in proper) so tomorrow we are having roast chicken with gem lettuce, peas and new potatoes (cooked lettuce, really I hear you cry… yes really its very nice, or maybe you are a good deal more sophisticated than me and you know about this and are over it) from which I will make stock, followed by chicken laksa on Monday, Indian rice and seafood soup on Tuesday, lamb tagine (thank you carrot crush) on Wednesday, spag bol on Thursday and home made macaroni cheese on Friday. I’m actually quite looking forward to it. HWMBO(I) will do the hunter gathering in Sainsburys tomorrow morning and I will cook it. Can’t remember looking forward to the nightly cooking for a while. Hoorah. </div>
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BlackberryCrumblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06286245940283676095noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074413193588200310.post-69900895949282677872013-06-25T12:09:00.000-07:002013-06-25T12:21:48.782-07:00what's for tea?What are you having for tea tonight? Do other people find deciding what to feed themselves and other people so excruciating?<br />
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I love cooking, baking, pottering about in the kitchen, I love nothing more than having a big group of people round the kitchen table but the day to day decisions about what to eat... meh.<br />
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We eat well in this house and good food is important, we don't go out all that much, we don't smoke or drink (not really, although previous Gin posts may present a different picture) but we do like to eat nice food when we are at home. We generally eat the same 7 or 8 things on rotation and IT IS SO BORING. Most of the time it needs to be quick, easy and nutritious because we have been out at work, we are late back, we have to go out again... but even bearing this in mind we are stuck in a culinary rut.<br />
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I try and be really organised so that we only need to shop once a week, buying ingredients to make all the meals that we will eat over the next 7 days, but this doesn't half take the spontaneity out of food.<br />
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We are lucky in that Bob is an adventurous sort of a chap and will eat pretty much anything we put in front of him (although, if asked his favourite food is Heinz macaroni cheese, cold), so I don't need to worry about hiding veg in sauces or making something separate for him but still - meh.<br />
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This weeks menu of salmon satay wraps, breakfast for dinner (somehow along the way we have acquired a tradition of having a fry up for our anniversary tea), falafal, pasta and sauce, jacket potatoes and salad, really good fish finger sandwiches*, seems ok on the surface, until I stop and think that really we have eaten the same thing on rotation for about three weeks. I'd like to challenge myself to make something different for tea every night for a month but the thought exhausts me, and some nights I'd rather just have cornflakes.<br />
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Somehow I think food is easier in the winter - chuck something in the slow cooker, leave it and then its warm and comforting at tea time. Its the slightly frantic half hour in the warmer (ha, for warmer read just not snowing) months when I'm trying to get something on every ones plates when we are all tired and hungry that makes food lose its sparkle. <br />
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I have an array of cookbooks and the Internet at my disposal and I can cook. I get how to put ingredients together and have the resources available to me - both in terms of equipment and ingredients but even so - meh.<br />
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I'd like to give my food budget to someone else, just for a week and get them to buy the ingredients and decide what we eat - I'd happily cook it, I just don't want to make the decision about what...<br />
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Seriously, let me know in the comments what you are having for tea, or even what you wish you were having for tea. <br />
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*if i say so myself, our fish finger sandwiches are something of a culinary triumph. Crusty bread, peas, a layer of mash to stop the peas from falling out... BlackberryCrumblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06286245940283676095noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074413193588200310.post-76724719652194616512013-06-23T10:40:00.001-07:002013-06-23T10:40:10.330-07:00how did this happen...Bob brought home his 'choosing your secondary school' pack on Friday. We have to fill it in and send it back in two weeks.<br />
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I am very much not ready to choose his secondary school. There must have been a mistake, we must have missed some years, neither he nor I can possibly be old enough for this to be happening. When I buy a chicken, a bag of sugar, rice, I still look at its weight and compare it to his birth weight... Surely that kind of lunacy should have passed before we have to think abut 'big school'.<br />
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Next door have a 20 year old, I look at her and see someone I think of as being my age. I don't know what she thinks when she looks at me but I don't suppose she sees a peer. Somethings that I do make me feel very grown up - buying 12 packs of toilet rolls, making a bottle of wine last a week, having baby wipes in the car for sticky fingers, having a utility room, but honestly I feel like any moment now someone is going to pop up, tell me to stop wearing my mums shoes and go to bed.<br />
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Some days I feel positively ancient. Things ache, I buy sensible shoes, I plan a weeks worth of meals at a time to make the most of ingredients (I am very bored of what we are eating at the moment, another post for another time), I have a cheque book (I know I do, I just don't know where I've put it - see grown up and not, both at the same time).<br />
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Friends laughingly call me the oldest 34 year old they know... I potter, I knit, I crochet, I love an afternoon nap and an early night, antiques road show and a cookery programme and in someways they are right, but really I don't know where the time has gone. It shocks me every time I have to tell someone how old I am (and I know I'm not old, I'm just biologically about 10 years older than I think I am).<br />
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In other news, it was confirmed (superbly efficiently) by A and E this afternoon that Bob (returned, wet, cold, muddy and smelling of camp fires from cub camp) does not have a broken wrist, which is nice, there is an actual thing called a gonad shield for use in xray departments, presumably for shielding gonads, and I am seriously considering putting the heating on WHICH IS RIDICULOUS and I think we might need hot water bottles at bed time.<br />
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<br />BlackberryCrumblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06286245940283676095noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074413193588200310.post-13916797684453282072013-06-19T11:08:00.000-07:002013-06-19T11:08:13.906-07:00don't judge me, but...I went to the supermarket at lunchtime to buy some bread, and accidentally bought Gin, tonic and a lime. <br />
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Our nearest supermarket is a Lidl, so not only did I buy Gin, I bought cheap Gin. Fortunately I have shown some restraint and have yet to open the said Gin. I thought that sitting at home, alone, writing my dissertation with a bottle of Gin would possibly lead me down a path from which I may never return. I was initially shocked at the £490.00 bill in Lidl, until the girl on the checkout realised she had charged me for 49 bottles of Gin. She laughed and said that would keep you in gin for about 5 years. I avoided eye contact and smiled as though I agreed with her. <br />
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I love a trip to Lidl, I also love a trip to Home Bargains, but at a push Lidl is my favourite. It feels European and the packaging makes me feel like I'm in France - if they would just start stocking Chipie notebooks and squared paper I would never have to visit mainland Europe again.<br />
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Other than my trip to buy 40% proof alcohol and to do the school drop off, at which I didn't get out of the car, I have yet to leave the house. I joined the meeting I had to attend via Skype from my kitchen table - this was brilliant as it meant I didn't have to drive to Liverpool (which improves most days) but, it did mean that by attending virtually I missed out on physical cake. <br />
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There was always a rumour that news casters wore a shirt and tie and then just pants below the waist. I'd like to assure any colleagues reading this that I was properly attired, and although they couldn't tell because my camera wasn't working I had even brushed my hair. <br />
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I'm popping out in half an hour to collect HWMBO(I) from the train station and Bob is out for tea, perhaps we should take advantage of this and the sunshine and nip to the pub before I become completely agoraphobic. Or maybe we should just open the Gin. <br />
<br />BlackberryCrumblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06286245940283676095noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074413193588200310.post-53344260574086836152013-06-17T09:10:00.000-07:002013-06-18T00:54:40.984-07:00late to the party...I can, on occasion, be a little bit slow on the uptake. (Apart from Onsies, I was an early adopter of the glorious garment, HWMBO(I) is possibly still in mourning). You can almost guarantee that, if, at the end of a TV programme HWMBO(I) and I turn to each other and say "that was great, we'll set a series record" the continuity announcer will say one of two things a) that's the last in the series, it will be back in the autumn or b) although this show was great, its been cancelled to allow more air time for Made in Chelsea. <br />
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I was late to the blogging party - I registered for a blog back in the day, but it was in the period of my life when Bob was training for the puke Olympics and any blogging time I may have had available to me was taken up with chipping baby vomit / weetabix off belongings. I still don't have time to blog, but procrastination is a wonderful motivator. <br />
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I was late in accepting my inner geek. My inner geek and I are very happy together now, but for years I tried to be one of the cool kids... hoorah for geeks.<br />
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I was late to accepting that I am intrinsically a home bird. <br />
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I was late to owning dogs - they are, without a doubt the best pet ever and knock gold fish, stick insects and goats (really, pet goat) into a cocked hat.<br />
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I hope that one day I will say, I really love running, how did I leave it so long to find out but it seems unlikely. <br />
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I discovered this morning that it is WORLD GIN DAY. I only have one source of information and I can't remember which blog it was now but really someone, somewhere said it was WORLD GIN DAY. (Actually, I've just googled it and I'm even later to the party than I thought. It was the day before yesterday, but still, I've started so I'll finish)<br />
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WORLD GIN DAY needs better PR. Apparently Gin is undergoing a massive revival. Gin is cool again. I like Gin. It makes me feel like a grown-up. <br />
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I like Hendricks Gin with a slice of cucumber and lots of ice. I love the Hendricks bottle. I poured boiling water into an empty Hendricks bottle to sterilise it and use as a vase, the bottle did not survive).<br />
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I like a Gordons Gin with elderflower. I love the label of the Gordons bottle. I like roast lamb with Juniper because it tastes a bit like Gin. I have several Gin based recipes I'd like to try - Rose Petal Gin, Raspberry Gin, Gin and Tonic lemon cake, Gin and Tonic Sorbet, Cucumber Gin, Lemon Gin. I just don't have any Gin. <br />
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I like a Red Snapper - which is a Bloody Mary made with Gin instead of Vodka (although, and I say this from experience, take care when going to the bar to order your second (third) to get its name right - shouting 'I WANT A RED SLAPPER' at the staff in a noisy bar gets you a funny look.) <br />
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I like that under UV light and G and T glows. I loved that at the pub after my Grandmothers funeral I was people watching in the bar and the cantankerous old chap I was watching (no relation) sent his G and T back to the bar, because (and I quote) he couldn't taste the G (it was a double, thankfully he already had a stick for balance)<br />
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If we ever actually have any more summer, I want to sit on the balcony with a G and T in one hand, some really straightforward crochet in the other (so any Gin induced slip ups are not too significant) and a plate of lovely nibbles, not sure what, I'll have to think about it. <br />
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Thinking it through though, I might not have enough hands - Gin in a sippy cup...<br />
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I am the eldest of 14 Grandchildren. We are conditioned to line up in age order at least once during family gatherings to have our photo taken. We only see each other, really, for Weddings, Christenings and Funerals. My eldest girl cousin and I are thinking of holding a Wez Fest next summer... I'm thinking bunting, numbered tshirts, raseberry jam sandwiches and a really long photograph with the 14 Grandchildren, 7 Grandchildren in law and, by then 8 great Grandchildren. </div>
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I've had the wrong clothes on now for months - I've been too hot or too cold and inappropriately attired since about October. I even got it wrong today, because I got dressed for the weather we'd had yesterday (hot) and it's been cold today - apart for the 10 minutes I stood in the school playground surrounded by other parents who are able to responsibly dress themselves in their summer frocks as I boiled in jeans, a cardi and my cowboy boots. In my defence, I had been sat at my desk all day faffing with my literature review and trying to persuade reticent midwives that what they really want to do with a spare half hour is come and talk to me about.... and when I dashed out of the house to do the school run the heat hit me and I sweltered and boiled, got home, got changed and the sun went in. I apologise for the changeable weather, I think it's probably all my fault.</div>
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The weather is glorious here - after what feels like months and months of snow and ice. I walked Blackberry and Crumble yesterday on the moor across from Bobs school. I wore a tshirt, no coat and trainers instead of the boots that have been a permanent feature since October and it felt so good. I love standing up here and trying to spot our house... It's down there somewhere. (Sorry, the photos aren't brilliant, they were only taken on my phone.)</div>
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Sometimes, sticking on a happy face and telling the world that, things are marvellous and ticking along nicely is absolutely the thing you have to do. We compare ourselves with others and think, well they are managing so I should too... I usually, very much take the fake it till you make it approach to life. I don't like to admit defeat and nor do I like others to think that things aren't going well.</div>
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I sat in a room today with a group of people at varying levels of seniority on the training scheme and looked around at my colleagues and thought, I am the only one struggling with this, and if I tell anyone they will all think that I am rubbish. Well, one of them, over lunch put their hand on mine, and very perceptively asked if I was OK, and bugger it if it turns out that I am a rubbish liar. What followed was a lovely lunchtime where I was encouraged and supported, people were honest about how they were feeling too and were kind and generous in telling me where my strengths lie. We do ourselves and those around us a massive disservice by pretending that things are OK when they are not...</div>
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Writing this blog and focusing on the positives is fab, reflection is good for the soul and all that and 95% of the time, life is marvellous. I'm happy, healthy, I have family and friends who love me, a job I enjoy (largely) , a nice home etc etc, but I feel really strongly that I owe it to myself and, perhaps even more so, others to be honest and when things are pants, stop, deal with the pants and then get on. Sometimes another person needs to hear that you are struggling, as much as you need to tell them, so they can take a deep breath and say, "you know what, I'm having a really rubbish day too".</div>
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BlackberryCrumblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06286245940283676095noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074413193588200310.post-45856566516126732202013-06-02T14:28:00.000-07:002013-06-23T10:57:55.915-07:00friendships... I have had a truly lovely weekend. Bob is back, the sun is shining and HWMBO(I) and I have made a joint attempt on the ironing pile, and while there is still some left, it is no longer a risk to any passing small children. I've started a new crochet blanket for my niece and am embracing the pink. We had a bar-b-que yesterday (burnt the first lot of sausages and had to drive, hell for leather, to the nearest supermarket to replace them, but we will gloss over that.. and the ending of my recent foray into vegetarianism) and Bob picked me some bluebells (private land and accompanied by the daughter of a policeman, I don't think they broke any by-laws.) Oh, and the neighbours came home and their rabbit (who we were looking after) had neither escaped or died. These are all good things.<br />
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I am LOVING this blogging lark and have pottered around and read beautiful writing, funny writing, tender writing and have been welcomed into a community of intelligent and entertaining women. I've experimented with the stats and have added a new counter which give slightly more realistic figures and I didn't advertise my last post on face book straight away to check that all the people reading this were not just my Dad. And people are reading this, and commenting and it's SO exciting.<br />
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<a href="http://www.isthereaplanb.blogspot.co.uk/">Is there a plan b, wrote about friendship </a> and referred to her <a href="http://carrotcrushinthehindukush.wordpress.com/">friend</a>. Reading both their posts, it struck me that I am so very lucky to have the friends I have (and not to have to sieve grobblies out of my flour), and that these relationships take care and nurture. Beginning new friendships, as a child or adult, can be really tough and I count myself as privileged to have old friends and new. Old friends who I don't always make enough effort to keep up with, but when I do see them, or speak it's so easy to slip back into our old patterns.<br />
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<br />BlackberryCrumblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06286245940283676095noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074413193588200310.post-79073764641610980472013-06-01T06:52:00.000-07:002013-06-02T14:55:03.000-07:00baby oil and dettolIt takes a brave man to walk into the kitchen on his return from a dog walk to find his wife with a bottle of baby oil in one hand and a bottle of dettol in the other and not bat an eyelid.<br />
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I was experimenting you see. There are lovely 'recipes' out there for home fragrances - simmer a pot of water on the stove with lemon and rosemary, that sort of thing and I thought I'd have ago at concocting something myself. I recently went through a phase of buying the extortionately expensive reed diffuser room scents. These smelt lovely but then evaporated faster than fast and I am left with a number of empty jars and their associated sticks. I really like the smell of dettol - it's clean and comforting and they don't make a scented candle - I know, I've looked (it's also difficult to find a leather scented candle and if you take my advice you won't try a google search - or at least, if you do, do it after the children have gone to bed). So I have taken a bit of baby oil and a glug of dettol and filled a diffuser. I can't imagine I've stumbled across anything to worry Jo Malone but it's pleased me no end.<br />
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I finished the wobbly edge on the baby blanket at 5.30 this morning (couldn't sleep, best part of the day etc) and have sent a photo to the parents to be instructing them that this blanket is to be forced on the baby as soon as it arrives until it loves it and takes it everywhere. If this blanket does not become the toy that they as parents are terrified of losing there will be trouble... <br />
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Here it is (and if you don't look too closely you won't notice that I've laid it out and photographed it before weaving in the ends). It looks a bit like baby twister and I should have blocked the circles and then the squares but I'm new to this and didn't know any better, but I'm quite pleased with it..<br />
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In other news Bob has returned, he's taller, he's not worn as many pairs of pants and socks as he should have in the time he's been away and blimey he talks a lot but it is very nice to have him back. </div>
<br />BlackberryCrumblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06286245940283676095noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074413193588200310.post-64761569772019539392013-05-31T00:43:00.002-07:002013-06-23T10:57:41.452-07:00my pencil caseCan we talk about one of the things that makes me happiest again? We are going to need to break this down into manageable chunks, the master topic is stationery and the joy and delight that the right pen / pencil / notebook can bring but today, I'm going to spend half an hour just thinking about my pencil case.<br />
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I love this pencil case. It was bought for me in the very early days of our relationship by HWMBO(I) when the poor chap was under the impression that I was the sort of girl who would get good use out of an expensive and luxurious makeup bag. The man took the news well that I would rather use it as a pencil case and in the intervening 12 years I have received a steady supply of beautiful stationery related gifts (7th wedding anniversary in a few weeks - modern American, for 7 years you get wool and / or stationery - frankly my perfect anniversary).</div>
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There is something lovely about sitting in a lecture or a meeting and knowing that in this little bag there are lovely things that make me feel grown up and in control. The 15 minutes or so I spent a couple of weeks ago making sure the fountain pens were full of ink (from a bottle, lovely, lovely) and there was lead in the propelling pencils were so happy! </div>
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The lip balm, the chewing gum, the pebble and the crochet hook should really live somewhere else but I love that they are in there. The clear plastic thing attaches papers together using metal clips and is reassuringly mechanical. Two different propelling pencils (different size leads - there are times when this matters!) - the same company used to do a mustard yellow one for wider leads that my Grandad used to use to do the cross word, haven't seen one in years. </div>
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For those paying close attention, the silver and grey pen fourth in from the right is a retractable fountain pen - a marvellous thing that I didn't even know existed until the fateful evening I discovered it (after a glass of wine) on ebay and it was purchased (who knew it would cost so much to ship something from Japan!)</div>
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My only disappointment is the highlighter - not that it doesn't do exactly what it says it will do, but I object to its florescence. Non-fluorescent highlighter pens are terribly hard to come by and Bob has voiced objection to my 'borrowing' all of his yellow felt tips. </div>
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Any way - there you go, my pencil case happiness. Just popping upstairs to change my clothes because in the half an hour I've been doing this the weather has changed beyond all recognition - but that's a topic for another post. </div>
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You can say many things with a cup of tea, I love you, I'm sorry, Cheer Up, We are all in this together. It even mended the Tardis once. And a tea pot that is pretty and doesn't drip. Bliss.<br />
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I am brought a cup of tea in bed every morning... if I were HWMBO(I) I would have given up on this years ago, as I inevitably take one mouthful , fall asleep again and leave it to go cold but he persists because he knows I like it and I think its romantic. (he was once going away for work in the very early hours and he left me a thermos of tea by the bed - this is the singularly most romantic gesture ever made) <br />
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Sitting down with a friend knowing that you are going to sit and chat for long enough for it to be worth making a pot of tea, putting milk in a jug and getting the tea cosy out....<br />
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I don't hold with a fruit flavoured tea, not really. Always a bit of a let down - they smell good but don't really deliver. I'm the same with coffee. I'd like to like it, it feels grown up and sophisticated but it's just not for me. <br />
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Taking the time to make someone a cup of tea the way they like it shows you care (I like mine the colour of a digestive biscuit, strong with a bit of milk in case anyone was wondering). There are many variables to take into account - strength, milk, sugar or not, what kind of cup do they like... I know that a friendship is developing well when I no longer need to ask how they like their tea, I just know. <br />
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There is pleasure in a solitary cup of tea too - stopping, boiling the kettle, tea bag in cup, burning your fingers taking the tea bag out so you don't dirty a tea spoon (but then drip it all over the side so you have to get a cloth out - its a false economy really) and then the first sip when its still just a bit too hot. The occasions when you take the second sip at just the right temperature - its cooled down a bit but its still properly hot.... lovely. <br />
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