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I received this just today from a friend of mine in an email, and loved it so much I had to share it………what a bright guy!! 🙂

In case you missed it on 60 Minutes, this is what Andy Rooney thinks about women over 50.

60 Minutes Correspondent Andy Rooney (CBS)

As I grow in age, I value women over 50 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why:

A woman over 50 will never wake you in the middle of the night and ask, ‘What are you thinking?’ She doesn’t care what you think.

If a woman over 50 doesn’t want to watch the game, she doesn’t sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do, and it’s usually more interesting.

Women over 50 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won’t hesitate to shoot you if they think they can get away with it..

Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it’s like to be unappreciated.

Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 50.

Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 50 is far sexier than her younger counterpart.

Older women are forthright and honest.. They’ll tell you right off if you are a jerk, if you are acting like one. You don’t ever have to wonder where you stand with her.

Yes, we praise women over 50 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it’s not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed, hot woman over 50, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year old waitress. Ladies, I apologize.

Andy Rooney is a really smart guy!

Dreams

I am cheating a little bit here today…..I received this quote from my daughter via skype this morning and thought it was so lovely it should be shared:

DREAMS.

All people dream, but not equally.

Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,

Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.

But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people,

For they dream their dreams with open eyes,

And make them come true.

D H Lawrence

quite a strange poem by any means, but I quite liked it. Hope you do too. 🙂

I went into town (London) yesterday for a meet up with my daughter for a business ‘Power Hour’. I am having a bit of difficulty with the business plan for 3 Days in London, so went along to get things in order.  She is a genius at unravelling stuff and by the end of the session I felt like finally we had a workable direction….

After the meeting I decided to take a walk along the SouthBank to see the German Market and check out the ice-rink at the London Eye.  First though I walked across the Thames via Hungerford Bridge….the view is so fabulous that I can seldom resist if I am in the area.

view of St Paul's from Hungerford Bridge

Then at a quick trot along the embankment…..it was freezing, I whizzed past the stalls absorbing the heavenly smells that whafted through the air.  The stalls looked cosy and gay; decorated with lights and tinsel and baubles. There are a number of stalls giving you an array of choices that tempt your tastebuds: crepes, mulled wine, roasted chestnuts, fudge and chocolate.

german market southbank london

fancy a Crepe (pancake)? go wild and have one with nutella and cream 🙂

There is a gaily painted carousel, the horses dizzily whirling by; a blur of colour and light and sound, the snow a fitting background.

carousel on south bank

gaily painted horses whirling by at a dizzy pace

From there I walked up to the ice-rink in front of the London Eye and watched the skaters whizzing around; thrills and spills! Looked like great fun.

london eye ice rink

thrills and spills on the London Eye ice-rink

By this stage my camera didn’t want to work, it was so cold it felt like I had lost life in my hands; I had no feeling and my face felt like it was going to fall off!

snow in london 2010

view of Big Ben from South bank

The lamp-posts, walls and sculptures were all covered with snow and looked incredibly pretty.  As the light waned it got colder and colder, so at a quickening pace I walked along to Westminster Bridge and back over the river to Big Ben, Westminster Palace

christmas tree at big ben london

Big Ben at 4pm. the Christmas tree in the forecourt is very pretty

and Westminster Abbey.  The Christmas Tree in front of the Parliamentary buildings looks gorgeous and I watched the clock strike 4pm. Then a quick walk over the the Abbey for a photo or two.

westminster abbey london

Westminster Abbey looking ethereal in the diming light

Then it was back onto the tube and home.  It was a delight to step into the house that although cold at the best of times, is a whole heck of a lot warmer than outdoors.   It took me about 10 minutes to defrost and a lovely cup of tea helped warm me up 🙂

Ever since I have lived in the UK I have loved winter.  I love how the days get colder and colder as autumn creeps nearer and nearer to winter, how the wind comes up and blows all the leaves asunder, scattering them far and wide.

leaves scattered far and wide

I love the smell of leaves burning as gardeners tidy up after autumns fall, how the trees look without their summer dresses, how their arms reach skywards; beseechingly, achingly.  How the birds nests become more apparent without the leaves to hide them.  I love how the wild birds and squirrels run about looking for food, digging their noses into hidey holes from the summer.  I love how the days shorten and the nights draw in earlier and earlier,

as the nights draw in......5pm mid November

a perfect backdrop for the gay christmas lights that brighten the dark nights with their cheery colours. I love the anticpation of wondering if there will be snow…..and when! I love it when you wake one day and the world is white, a sparkling pure white that covers the world…the air hushed and still.

and then it snowed!

I love the early mornings when you pop your head out from under the duvet

popping your head out from under the covers

and its freezing and you scurry back beneath the covers.  I love the icy cold that makes you hop up and down, the chill in the seconds between getting undressed and diving under a hot shower….goosebumps scurrying up and down your body as you shiver and laugh with the thrill of the cold. I love the sounds of the laughter as kiddies fly screaming down snowy slopes, precariously seated on bright yellow or red or blue sleds, with either Mom or Dad waiting at the bottom or maybe even hugging them close as they whizz along slippery slopes.   I love the winter colours; purple, red, burgundy, emerald green – the clothes we pile on in an effort to keep warm before we venture outdoors; scarves wrapped tightly and caps pulled down in an effort to keep the cold air at bay.  I love the seasonal activities; halloween, bonfire night,

Guy Fawkes - Bonfire night

thanksgiving, christmas….all seem more appropriate in colder climes. I love how the air ghosts up as you breathe out on a freezing cold morning, the thrill of a warm indoors after a quick walk to the store…that tingling feeling as warmth creeps slowly through your bones…a painful albeit comforting ache.  I love how people stamp their feet to keep warm, how folks laugh more in winter coz of the cold that makes you jump about.  Then the first advertisement of Starbucks ‘Gingerbread Latte’ and you know that winter has arrived

starbucks

Gingerbread Latte at Starbucks...winter is here 🙂

And what I love most of all are the layers….the layers of clothes we pull on before we venture outdoors… no such thing as popping quickly out the door….

layer 2 - a camisol and tights

layer 3 - a top and socks

layer 4 - a jumper and trousers

layer 5 - jacket and shoes

layer 6 - and an extra pair of thick socks

(no! I didn’t forget layer 1 – like Victoria, a girl has gotta have some secrets 🙂 )

and then just before it gets tiresome, before you get sick of the cold and dark; I love the anticipation of spring….knowing that all that has died will soon come to life…the first buds of May as they peep through their protective winter covering, the snowdrops that look for all the world like a fresh shower of snow, the tulips

bright colours of spring

and daffodils that thrust boldly towards the light; brightening a dull day with their fabulous colours, then suddenly the blossoms appear

blossoms amidst the green

and and slowly slowly the trees form a sheen of green, and the days lengthen getting longer and longer….

long live winter!!

as I mentioned before, there is one thing guaranteed to get me out of bed before the alarm and that is snow.

snow in london

what I saw when I opened my curtains at 7am this morning

 I am dressed and out the door camera in hand in less than 10 minutes…….. it usually takes a cup of tea and a half-hour snuggle before I get up! so today I open my curtain to take a peek at what the weather holds in store and it’s SNOWING!!!!!! Talk about a ripple of energy!!!!! it’s like an electric current runs through the bed……..

So there I was, not yet 8am and I was out and about in the snow grinning from ear to ear and LOVING it!!!! There is one thing to be said for snow besides that it is beautiful – and that is that it is MAGICAL!!! There is something about snow on the rooftops and covering the trees that is quite simply magical.

picture postcard perfect

I know it causes chaos and I have lost out on work in the past…but hey so what! It is one of natures most beautiful visions and in all the 9 years of living in the UK I have yet to tire of it. Long live winter…. it brings the snow!

pretty as a picture

There were a few hardy souls out before me and we smiled a greeting (see thats what the snow does, creates a sense of community) as we wnet on our individual ways.   Them to wherever they are going and me to the park nearby (can’t venture too far).  I love the sounds of silence the snow creates, how it mutes all daily sounds, the crisp crunch underfoot as you step on virgin snow, the whoosh as it slides off the awnings, the slow steady drip drip drip as it melts off the branches.

birdbath frozen over

I love the sight of the trees under their blanket of white,

xmas trees

 the ground a pure white disc, all uglies hidden, the enchanting vision of snow on the roof, the tumultuous flakes as they whirl and twirl down from the heavens, the smile it brings to peoples faces!

(p.s. this was written on 30.11.2010…I forgot to post it 🙂 )

one of the things I have found most fascinating since moving to the UK 9 years ago are the cemeteries! Not just any cemetery mind….but ancient churchyard cemeteries and gothic cemeteries. They are evocative, secretive, and fascinating in the extreme, offering a glimpse into lives long over, by a multitude of causes from disease to fire with in some instances whole families wiped out by one cataclysmic event, those of children the most heart-rending.

Fanny Elizabeth Stokes – died 22 February 1873 aged 7 years

 Ireland is one of the best countries for visiting really ancient cemeteries and graveyards, one of which of course would be Glendalough (see the link below)…..absolutely fascinating.

I have visited hundreds of churchyards since living in the UK and find the smaller graveyards in old churches to be of great interest.  So much about a village can be told by the stories written on the memorials and gravestones.   Nearer to home (currently) and on a much larger scale is the Highgate Cemetery….in Highgate of course 🙂  north London.  Often on my way to the village I walk along the perimeter of the cemetery and spend time peering through the railings at the gravestones reading their stories. I also take loads of photos; of course! 🙂

entrance to the west side of Highgate Cemetery - the older section

Highgate Cemetery is a Victorian Gothic cemetery first used in 1860 to inter a young lass; Mary Ann Webster, a baker’s daughter.

Highgate Cemetery, originally known as the Cemetery of St James at Highgate, is one of a series of large, formally landscaped burial grounds established around London during the early part of Queen Victoria’s reign, and offers a fascinating glimpse into Gothic London.
Victorian society had been outraged by the scandalous practices and overcrowding in existing burial grounds and the consequential insanitary conditions which this engendered. Parliamentary action enable private companies to create a ring of burial grounds around London which could reflect the eclecticism of Victorian taste; secure, elegant, ordered and imposing!

orderly rows of the dead

 Highgate Cemetery is the most prestigious and dramatic evocation of these features.
Situated in the north of London N6, the first interment was on June 12th 1860 – 16 year-old Mary Ann Webster, a baker’s daughter was buried. The Cemetery, still a working burial ground has been run by the FOHC Friends of Highgate Cemetery, a non-profit organisation, since 1981.
Amongst the many tombs and graves that fill the cemetery to the brim, in excess of 50,000, are the world-famous Egyptian Avenue, catacombs, and a great number of ostentatious memorials heavily decorated, some featuring eye-catching inscriptions as well as poems.

169,000 people buried in 52,500+ graves

Highgate Cemetery is one of England’s finest Victorian cemeteries and is listed as a site of  ‘Outstanding Architectural and Historial Importance’, a Grade I listed park.  There are some 169,000 people buried in more than 52,500 graves in the east and west sides of the cemetery.
The formal borders and shrubberies planted by designers of Highgate Cemetery in the 19th century have largely gone and in their place, gentle decay, resulting in a ‘romantic confusion of plants, memorials and crumbling buildings.’ 

sunken graves and lop-sided stones

 By the 1970’s the invasive sycamore created havoc as branches and roots damaged memorials and buildings. The cemetery offers a diveristy of wildlife and the introduction of native trees such as oak, willow, birch and hawthorn have greatly increased the diversity of insect life and provided a wider basis to food chains for wild life, with a developing woodland canopy with it’s undertow of shrubs, herbs and grasses, neadow areas and pathways where flowering plants such as greater burnet, knapweed, ragged robin, lords and ladies, ox-eye daises and many others grow, as well as ferns and and mosses.

this is one of my favourite pic - check how the vine has wrapped itself round the headstone, now almost one with the tree

A walk round the cemetery offers a remarkable insight into Victorian London and many famous persons are buried here; namely:
Douglas Noel Adams 1952-2001 – author of the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
George Eliot 1819-1880 – English novelist and author of Silas Marner & Middlemarch etc.
Michael Faraday 1781-1867 – one of the greatest scientists of the 19th Century.
William Alfred Foyle 1885-1963 – Bookseller – founded the world-famous Charing Cross Road
William Edward Friese-Greene 1855-1921 – claimed inventor of cinematography.

memorial to William Friese-Greene 1855-1921

John Lobb 1829-1895 – maker of bespoke boots & shoes; shoe-maker to Royalty
Anna Mahler 1904-1988 – award-winning sculptor born in Vienna, daughter of composer Gustav Mahler
Karl Heinrich Marx 1818-1883 – the world’s most influencial political philosopher.
Richard ‘Stoney’ Hovis 1836-1900 Baker who in 1886 launched Hovis, the 21st mass-produced brown (wheatgerm) bread.

And many many more.

Visiting the cemetery: http://www.highgatecemetery.org.uk/

Glendalogh – glen of two lakes

time for breakfast

one of my ongoing and constant sources of delight are the squirrels in the garden! ever since I arrived at this position last year in February, I have enjoyed the goings on and antics of the squirrels, who have taken up a load of video space on my camera!  they are exceptionally funny, very greedy and quite resourceful at getting food, especially when it comes to raiding the bird-feeders.

resourceful is my middle name

I have tried every possible position available to hang the bird-feeders so that the squirrels cannot get to them; to no avail!

if I can just get this damn thing off the wall..............!

 They slide down the awning, climb the window frames, shimmy up the walls, jump from amazing distances with hilarious results until they reach their goal! 

intrepid little squirrel

A lesson could be learned from them……it’s called determination! and never taking your eye off the end results…..in this instance – food!!!

This morning was no different! I have recently started putting out peanuts along with the bird-seed and breadcrumbs on the verandah in an effort to stop the squirrels raiding the birds feeders and this seems to have quelled their lust for suet/peanut treat and the energy balls, it has also attracted a larger number than usual of the wee pesky critters and this morning there was a mad tussle and lots of jumping and squawking and hurry scurry as we had no less than 6 squirrels on the verandah; all vieing for the same treats…..the word is out!!!

early morning arrival

One of the ways I entertain myself during the very looooonnng and boring mornings of my job is to chase the squirrels!  I put the food out in a pile, wait for a few to gather and then I rattle the chain on the door, turn the keys and open the door……. 🙂 🙂 This has the effect of an electric current running through the ground and the squirrels scatter at great speed.  There are one or two of the regulars who are no longer perturbed by this and know that I am all steam and no action, so now when I go through the motions they either ignore me or run to just a few feet away, first having grabbed a mouthful, till I go back indoors and before I have even locked the door they are back….looking at me through the glass as if to say ” is that all you can manage?”. they are hilarious!

snow in London :)

there is one thing guaranteed to get me out of bed before the alarm on a cold wintery day and that is SNOW!!! I woke up yesterday morning, had a peek out my curtain and jumped out the bed like an electric shock had just whizzed through my sheets!! 🙂 SNOW!! glorious snow!!! mind you it was just a light dusting of snow…but snow none-the-less!!!  I was dressed and out the door before you could say “Bob’s your uncle” (which of course he isn’t…..), wrapped up warm and camera in hand, I scooted around the neighbourhood capturing scenes of snow before the sun got warmed up and melted it all.

houses in the neighbourhood

snow on the benches in the park

a snowy seat

a light dusting of snow

snow covered flowers

I believe we are in for a lot more in the days to come…………………..BRING IT ON!!!!! WHOO HOO!! snow glorious snow! 🙂

my week in pictures

Monday brought a visit to Hampstead to meet with a potential Business Coach for 3 Days in London:

a school in Hampstead - reminds me of a school i went to in South Africa...a million years ago!

my kinda house. Hampstead is filled with delightful houses

and a visit to starbucks for the 1st 'gingerbread latte' of the winter season

Tuesday a walk to the village and I found these discarded pumpkins looking sad and lonely, waiting for the trashman

Wednesday and a walk on the Heath is in order. a dark wintery day didnt deter from the beauty of one of my favourite places

the fishing pond on Hampstead Heath... a favourite spot (much photographed)

Thursday was a wet and rainy day, and I got to walk through Waterlow Park on my way home from the village, the beauty of the foliage is much to be admired

the beauty of this particular spot catches my breath every time I walk by (this too has been photographed many times)

the pond looked suitably dark and mysterious

Friday I had the afternoon free so headed into my favourite part of London….the Square Mile

Guildhall, from whence the Lord Mayor starts his historic journey

the interior of Guildhall. the features are fabulous and it was awesome to walk in the footsteps of history.....

X marks the spot.....beneath this very unpreposessing looking slab, 20 feet below the surface lie the remains of a Roman Amphitheatre..which I visited of course

then a visit to another Wren church

St Lawrence Jewry - a Wren Church

and Saturday brought a visit to Keats House

the house where John Keats (poet) lived before he left for Rome where he died of TB at the age of 25

the chaise lounge in his parlour, Keats used to sit here and enjoy the view and write his poems

a fascinating discovery on the way home...a house in Hampstead

Sunday I stayed in 🙂

Autumn 2010 in London

Autumn 2010 has been one of those amazingly beautiful seasons that we get here in the UK,

crispy autumn days

 a delicious surprise of vibrant colours, and sublimely crispy days….the sun beating down and warming you up as you briskly ‘take the air’ (a new expression I learned last week 🙂 ).
Autumn has always been my favourite season, the colours are splendid and the days crispy and beautiful, especially on a clear day and I love to kick my feet through a pile of crackling, crispy leaves, to throw a handful into the air and watch them floating down.  There is something about the crackle and crunch of autumn leaves underfoot that thrills me, ankle deep drifts of leaves blown into piles by the wind, a veritable patchwork of colour; pleasing on the eye!

drifts of autumn leaves

2010 has been unusual in that the colours were far more pronounced than usual and we have been treated to a magnificent display;

autumn colours

 a palette of red, purple, orange, yellow, russet, brown, and yellow

autumn colours

all offset by the ever present green of trees that never lose their colour and the psychedelic splash of bright green grass,

psychedelic green grass and bright yellow trees

 particularly noticable in the parks of London…of which there are many!
The reason behind this fabulous display this year is the long spring drought and the wet, cool late summer that followed; combining to produce an outstanding autumn display, a sunburst of gold,

sunburst of yellow

 a towering pillar of fiery red,

fiery red

 the flickering flames of yellow and orange tinged with red

flickering flames of red and yellow

 …….remarkable colours that have combined to produce an outstanding display of rich, deep colours.
I have tried to capture as many of these as possible, but as lovely as some of the photos are, they simply do not do justice to the colours of autumn!

this is one of my all time favourites - the viaduct bridge and duck pond on Hampstead Heath

and sunset on a glorious autumn day

16;20 sunset on the heath; mist on the fishing pond

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