The first leg of the journey (7 and half hours) was pretty good. Three seats all to myself and not a screaming child in ear-shot. I slept most of the way.
I’ve been trying to replace my little ear-phones for a while. They are not available in Oz, but they have been sold at Changi airport for several years – not any more… Why don’t I buy these things when they are available? I never learn!
Continue reading “Skate, Raspberries and Clotted Cream”
Chaos has been much on my mind the last few weeks. The devastation of the kitchen after I finished my share of the Christmas cooking, so unlike the neat and tidy kitchen Bearsy leaves!
I note that Araminta is in the middle of redecorations, and my daughter is having her kitchen re-done.
I looked at the bedroom after I pulled out all the boxes containing my ‘winter-wear’, a pile of electronic gadgets, and all the leads, chargers and other ‘junk’ to ensure that those essentials work in the UK.
So the theme for this competition is – Chaos. Deadline mid-night Saturday 4th February.
My first trip out to Oz, some 25 years ago was so exciting! I flew Garuda Airlines which, I later realised, flew the ‘long way’ round. We stopped just about everywhere it was possible to stop… and included a one night stop-over in Bali.
There was a group of Glaswegians on the flight – who had enjoyed the ‘free’ alcohol so much that by the time we landed in Abu Dhabi they were, quite literally, on their knees. It was my first encounter with heavily armed security guards and I really did not like the way they looked at my fellow Brits who were crawling around the floor shouting to know where the airport bar was . I loved the airport: small but magnificent with its mosaic water spout. And I was even more impressed with how little I had to pay for three gold bracelets. Continue reading “Here I Go Again!”
Some Good News – Some Bad…
Mission Complete – Thanks Everyone!
The theme is “Marking Time”.
The two compulsory words are cauliflower and crackers.
The dead-line is midnight (GMT) 28th of January.
Minimum 1,000 words.
I suppose that in the ‘great scheme’ of modern life the teaching of those skills that can be used to make money is far more important than teaching children subjects that do not have a monetary value.
I have read the opinions of some here who denigrate those who study history. I have been told, in no uncertain terms, that I only studied history because I was incapable of doing a ‘real’ degree in science. Bunkum!
It would seem that the UK agrees with those who think learning about the past has no value in modern Britain. I read with horror this article in the Daily Mail.
There are many reasons why I believe that the teaching of history is necessary. The most important reason, in my opinion, is that what unites any community is its shared history. Cutting people off from their roots (their history) leaves them unable to relate to their culture, their country and their own personal identity.
Mission Complete – Thanks everyone.
She woke. The weak sun-light filtered through the curtains. She felt a bit like that sun: light, but remote and far distant from the earth. She stretched. The aches and pains that usually assailed her body when she woke were not there. What a pleasant change to have no physical discomfort. Don’t question it – accept it and be grateful! Normally it was such an effort to find the energy to get up. This morning she didn’t feel weak and wan. In fact, she was almost, but not quite, full of energy – ready to face the day: Christmas Day. Continue reading “The Promise – December CW”
Boadicea's Chariot 
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