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icky sticky cubes

As an immigrant ( 🙂 ) from South Africa, albeit of British descent, there were lots of new things to learn when I arrived in the UK….one of which was shopping!  Now you may think that is would be easy knowing which store was more upmarket, which sold the cheapest ‘made in china using slave-labour’ products; therefore to be avoided, which dishwashing liquid is the best, which soap powder to use and whether or not a product was good or bad.  But no….. it is only through trial and error you finally find the ones you like and eliminate the not so good or rubbish products.  One of the most intruiging products was jelly!  Back in SA our jelly came in powder form… crystallised flavoured sugar really, but nevertheless it contained the by-product of cows hooves and therefore once heated and dissolved, then refridgerated for a few hours it made the wobbly stuff.  You also had to use the whole packet at once or else it coagulated into lumpy blobs.  Despite that, the powder was also fun to poke your tongue into for a sugary treat but if you dropped the packet it made an awful sticky mess on the floor, if you tried to sneak some out the packet and breathed in too soon…you could also choke to death. 🙂

Here in the UK I discovered that jelly came in icky sticky cubes

a square of jelly

and

jelly cubes

Makes perfect sense really…..if you want just a bit of jelly you cut off a cube or two and save the rest for later. And although the packet boasts ‘natural colours’ there is nothing natural about the colours at all.

One of the things I have enjoyed most about living in the UK (and there are many), are the wee birds that frequent our gardens.  It is a treat coz I don’t really remember the gardens back in South Africa hosting such cute little birds.  Over the last few months I have been based in London (as per my Jan 1st request…hey the Universe does listen occassionally). The garden of the house stretches way back and is filled with a variety of trees (which I also love). 

view of the garden from my window & altho you can't see them there are two foxes right at the end

It has been my good fortune to experience the end of winter, spring, summer and now autumn in this garden and it has been a joy to watch the birds.  My desk is situated right in front of the double glass sliding doors with a fine view of the verandah and garden – which provides ongoing treats…… 

fox in the garden

One of my daily activities is to feed the birds, and I have had the pleasure of watching these cuties come in to feed; robins, blue-tit, coal-tit, house-sparrows, chaffinch and the very occassional wren (they are just darling). 

a blue-tit and chaffinch on the verandah....view from my desk

 Of course the food also attracts the larger varieties….jay, magpies (gorgeous colourings) and the blasted pigeons – which I take great pleasure in scaring off.  Spring especially was a treat when the mama’s and the papa’s helped their broods to fledge.  I recall the first morning of this delightful spectacle when my concentration was disturbed by a great flurry of wings and tweets ( 🙂 ) and a busy brood of not so very able chicks flew here, there and everywhere.  

blue tits teaching their brood how to feed - June 2010

They dashed here and there causing a riot of noise and confusion, with the occassional thwack as they flew into the glass doors (I hastily attached pieces of paper to the door to warn them)…. this got quite a few jokes from visitors…. “erm ah, and can the birds read this?” eejits.   Anyway, the point of my story (yes I do get there eventually) is that the birds in the garden are a national treasure, and we do what we can to help them out and build them up to be nice fat, healthy wee birdies.  Fat balls stuffed with seed, peanut and suet treats – equally stuffed with seeds, bird-feeders strung about filled to the brim with a variety of seed – and the bird-bath….filled with fresh water.

So you can imagine my absolute dismay when I read in the Metro (local paper provided free by TFL-TransportForLondon), on August 19th about a bird plague that was being spread ‘by kindness’!! Horrified would best describe my reaction.  Apparently what they have discovered is that wood-pigeons that use the gardens as a source of food leave a parasite ‘trichomonosis’ in the bird-baths and on the feeders.  This is then transmitted to the other wee birds via the seed and water!!  This parasite lives in the upper digestive tract of birds and is spread when they feed each other, this causes the bird’s throats to swell, leading to starvation.

The statistics are frightening: 500,000 of Britain’s best loved birds have been killed by this disease; the greenfinch population has dropped by a 3rd, and chaffinches by a 5th since it emerged in 2005.  The article goes on to say that hygiene is the key and that bird-feeders and baths should be cleaned regularly.  Fortunately this is something I do anyway since the pigeons and squirrels poop and pee all over the place, but since reading the article I have now become quite fanatical and scrub the verandah every 2nd day as well as the bird-bath….I have also increased my ‘scare off the pigeons’ activity and have a great time playing at being a scare-crow…mind you that’s not too hard. 🙂

And talking of squirrels; they are a constant source of amusement, albeit a constant source of pesky!! They are very enterprising and it has become a game between them and me now with regards to the bird-feeders!  I find ways of hanging them so that the squirrels can’t get access, and the squirrels find ways of getting to them….. 

mister squirrel and his industrious efforts to get at the bird food

🙂 this little chap was literally hanging on by the toes!

our intrepid little squirrel

…sometimes with hilarious results e.g. falling into the bird-bath 🙂

And so in conclusion….if you live in the UK and you have bird-feeders or a bird-bath….scrub them regularly and keep them topped up with fresh water, and according to Mike Toms of the British Trust for Ornithology, if you notice signs of infection amongst your birds, stop feeding temporarily and hopefully stop the spread of the disease.  And finally….does anyone know of a good way to get rid of pigeons? Nothing that involves shooting them please.

W T F

Let’s face it……………….

After Monday and Tuesday… even the calendar says –  W T F! 
 

Hahahaha!!! 🙂 bet you were not expecting that!!

Cannons and things

Last week Saturday I went walkabout through London…well more specifically, through the City of Westminster, which is a city in it’s own right, albeit within the Greater London area.  This city is chock-a-block with fabulous ‘things to see’.  I have walked this route numerous times before and yet I always discover something new…..this was no exception.

to be found in the Horse Guards Parade

and this marvellous item, which I simply cannot believe I never saw before….

the wheel of a Turkish gun

these two fabulous guns/cannons are to be found in the Horse Guards Parade.  The following memorial is situated near St James’s Palace…..

gems of London

I also had the greatest of luck and managed to visit the Cloisters of Westminster Abbey.  There was some sort of ceremony going on so I just kinda walked in….. as I do. 🙂  There are some fabulous memorials scattered about, one of which is dedicated to Edmond Halley…….

memorial to Edmond Halley

and this for Capt James Cook, which I thought was expecially lovely….

memorial to Capt James Cook at Westminster Abbey

No matter how much time you spend, or how often to walk about this fabulous city, there is always something new to discover.

How To Explode an Egg

follow steps 1 - 4 and ignore #5

1. Crack eggs in the Poacher and pierce both yolk and white several times from directly above with a cocktail stick (preferably), sharp knife or fork. This is important as it helps prevent the eggs from ‘exploding’.

2. Add a teasoon of water per egg.

3. Close the lid and position Poacher at the edge of the turntable.

4. On medium power setting cook 1 egg for approximately 30 seconds, 2 eggs for 40 seconds.

5. Check eggs and cook for 10 second increments until you achieve the desired results. Remember eggs carry on cooking a little after removal from the microwave.

Follow instructions 1 – 4 and ignore 5 and you will have a lovely jubbly exploded egg smeared right around the microwave!

The House of 1000 Mirrors

Long ago in a small, far away village, there was a place known as the House of 1000 Mirrors. A small, happy little dog learned of this place and decided to visit. When he arrived, he bounced happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house. He looked through the doorway with his ears lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could. To his great surprise, he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little dogs with their tails wagging just as fast as his. He smiled a great smile, and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and friendly. As he left the house, he thought to himself, “This is a wonderful place. I will come back and visit it often.”

In this same village, another little dog, who was not quite as happy as the first one, decided to visit the house. He slowly climbed the stairs and hung his head low as he looked into the door. When he saw the 1000 unfriendly looking dogs staring back at him, he growled at them and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him. As he left, he thought to himself, “That is a horrible place, and I will never go back there again.”

All the faces in the world are mirrors. What kind of reflections do you see in the faces of the people you meet?

Japanese Folktale

I subscribe to a wonderful website AsAManThinketh.net and receive emails called ‘My Daily Insights’ and receive ….daily insights 🙂  I received this last week and just loved it so much I decided to share it with you.  The last sentence is so pertinent to life…what image do we project that influences what we think life gives us?

Me! 🙂

As a child of the dark ages, the current ‘fad’; Social Media, as some folks call it, is a whole new ball-game to me, and boy am I having fun!   Bearing in mind it took me till 2002 before I caved in and got a mobile phone and about 6 months to figure out how to send an email… (tut tut, no need to be rude 🙂 )

Over the years I have slowly tested the waters and joined facebook, watched youtube videos (even started my own channel!!), uploaded photos to kodak, turned into an email then blogging  junkie, ventured onto flickr and finally after a kick in the butt (metaphorically) from my brother-in-law I learned to use google effectively.   Now I am also a google addict 🙂

In 2008….mmm November I think it was, I volunteered to help a friend get her business off the ground.  One of the suggestions from her accountant was that she get onto twitter.  Since she was more of a novice than me about the mysteries of the internet, I volunteered to do it for her.  She introduced me to a person who was the current ‘expert’ on twitter who would give me a few lessons!

After a few lessons on the ‘how to’…I got into the ‘what to’…..and as they say in the classics…I have never looked back.  Sadly the relationship did not last (long story not to be repeated), but I was hooked and without further ado I set up my own twitter account and got tweeting….. @notjustagranny

I was born to ‘tweet’ 🙂

Twitter has been one of the most amazing learning curves in my life (and I have had plenty and have plenty of curves)…. it is also the best way to meet, greet and chat to people from around the world.  I have met, had ‘tweet-ups’ and communicate with lovely people from Australia, America, in the UK, Canada, Alaska, New Zealand, India and Europe and Cape Town….even Russia!  I have had the pleasure of reading fabulous blogs by very talented people, especially travel blogs…..my favourites!  There are some truly fabulous places in this world of ours.

I know that facebook is meant to be ‘the’ place to be….I prefer twitter.   The timeline moves fast, you can engage in conversations that have an immediate response, your mailbox doesn’t get cluttered, there are hundreds of interesting links to follow (my downfall), and you can connect with new folks on recommendation of those you are already following…. I have gotten to know some terrific people this way.   You also get immediate news and sometimes not so immediate news and there is a never ending supply of interesting articles and snippets of information to read.

Falling into the category ‘social media’, twitter has evolved from sending an update to friends to a full-on business tool.  An opportunity to share and learn information.  What has been interesting too are the debates about whether it is a good thing or not, to be taken seriously or just a fad.  As the ‘twitter angel’ for @newmediaangels it is my job to read links (to make sure they don’t lead to porn sites !!!) before I retweet them …..have I learned a lot.

I have read articles from the likes of @jeffbullas and @mashable and @chrisbrogan and @problogger.  I have also read the debates from the CEO’s of large corporations who do not yet get it – Social Media.  And they are not alone.  There are a huge number of small businesses that want to get ‘onto’ twitter and expect to suddenly have 1million followers!!   The buzz and hype has given folks the wrong perception and their expectations are way out of line. Many people think that you open a twitter account, post a few tweets and voila suddenly you have hundreds and thousands of followers!!!  A misconception if ever there was one. Like going to a party and expecting to suddenly have hundreds of friends!

As for me….I can’t live without twitter.  I get antsy in the mornings till I log on and get my ‘fix’. I find it incredibly diffficult to watch a link go by and not open it.  I could quite literally spend the whole day just chatting to folks and reading links.  I have ‘favourited’ hundreds of webpages (madness I know) with the faint hope that I will actually go back to them someday….hahaha.

I love nothing more than to open ‘hootsuite’ and see mentions from people who have thought of me and sent a message.  It’s fun, it’s funky and it’s the best invention yet…besides the internet!  It is very educational….how else would I have known about #earthday or any of the other causes that whizz through my timeline. 

Long live twitter…… certainly my blue bird of happiness; long may it live to feed my addiction!

bird feeders

As I said before my sister sends me some brilliant emails…..this was no exception. I was going to write about the birds in our garden but decided to send this instead, coz it is so what I have to do with the verandah every day after pigeons have been!! 

Maxine on bird feeders.....

“I bought a bird feeder. I hung It on my back porch and filled
It with seed. What a beauty of A bird feeder it was, as I filled it
Lovingly with seed. Within a Week we had hundreds of birds
Taking advantage of the Continuous flow of free and Easily accessible food.

But then the birds started Building nests in the boards
Of the patio, above the table, And next to the barbecue.

Then came the poop. It was Everywhere: on the patio tile,
The chairs, the table ..Everywhere!

Then some of the birds Turned mean. They would Dive bomb me and try to Peck me even though I had
Fed them out of my own Pocket.

And others birds were Boisterous and loud. They Sat on the feeder and Squawked and screamed at
All hours of the day and night And demanded that I fill it When it got low on food.

After a while, I couldn’t even Sit on my own back porch Anymore.
So I took down the Bird feeder and in three days
The birds were gone. I cleaned Up their mess and took down
The many nests they had built All over the patio.

Soon, the back yard was like It used to be . Quiet, serene….
And no one demanding their Rights to a free meal.
Now let’s see…..
Our government gives out Free food, subsidized housing,
Free medical care and free Education, and allows anyone Born here to be an automatic Citizen.

Then the illegals came by the Tens of thousands.
Suddenly Our taxes went up to pay for Free services; small apartments Are housing 5 families;
you Have to wait 6 hours to be seen By an emergency room doctor;
Your child’s second grade class is Behind other schools because Over half the class doesn’t speak English.

Corn Flakes now come in a Bilingual box; I have to ‘press one ‘ to hear my bank
Talk to me in English, and People waving flags other Than our flag are
Squawking and screaming In the streets, demanding More rights and free liberties.

Just my opinion, but maybe it’s time for the government To take down the bird feeder.

If you agree, pass it on; if not, Continue cleaning up the poop.” end of….

Unfortunately, I have yet to figure out how to get rid of the blessed pigeons (any ideas?)… and then there are the squirrels!  As cute as they are, they pee all over the verandah which drives me nuts!! excuse the pun 🙂

the Pope’s visit

I realise this is a week late….but hey, it’s my blog 🙂

Last week, Britain saw and complained and complained, about the visit of the head of the Catholic Church to our shores, (how boring life would be if there was nothing to complain about!)  Initially when this news first hit our papers, I was like well… so what?!  What’s all the fuss about?  It was splashed across the papers, some folk were way excited about it, others were complaining about that we had to pay for it (I would rather pay for that than for some greedy politician to go buy a duck-house for his pond!), about how he, the Pope, had swept the paedophile issues under the carpet and not dealt with them properly and about why did he have to come here anyway and blah, blah blah!  It’s sells papers!

Initially I just took a passing interest, then watching the news, I saw about how the Duke of Edinburgh broke with tradition and greeted him at the airport, saw how this man with the lovely smile descended the stairs, and how tiny he is, and suddenly my interest was piqued.  Here is this man, a short little guy, well into his 80’s who should be at home with his feet up in his parlour, relaxing and enjoying his old age….who in reality commands a massive institution, a man who has a profound influence on the world and whose word sways millions of people……  And that sudden realisation amazed me.   Plus he has a bank balance greater than my mind could possibly conceive (they have a point about us paying for it!)

I guess when it is nearer to home it makes a difference.  In Rome he is hundreds of miles away…a figure in a robe on the box, and he doesn’t seem real.  But now that he was on home shores; I found myself getting caught up in all the excitement and bemoaned the fact that I was unable to attend any of the events in London – mmmhhh.   But, I was glued to the TV when they showed the various events around the country and I found myself totally caught up in the excitement of it all.  I was particularly enchanted that he was coming to London (how absurd).  It was particularly fantastic to me when he visited Westminster Abbey…  it represented reconciliation, acceptance of another’s beliefs and how they conduct that belief, it represented humility… he the Pope, head of the Catholic Church, a far more powerful and influential institution than the Church of England, was humble enough to step into the Abbey and worship on the grounds of a different, albeit similar faith.  I also mused at the time that Henry VIII was probably spinning in his grave at the temerity of it all.

I found myself loving the traditions, and the flamboyance of it all. I got all emotional watching the ceremony of ‘beatification’ of someone who was significant in his, the Pope, and others lives, and yet most people had probably never heard of John Henry Newman. I loved that he drove around in a ‘Pope mobile’… how modern 🙂  I loved when he stopped to kiss and bless the babies along the way. This was especially wonderful to witness, coz of what it meant to their parents, how overjoyed they must have been that he stopped to bless their child.  Not every kid gets to be kissed and blessed by the Pope.   The kid’s life will most likely be defined by that one moment in time…’the day the Pope kissed me’.  I would love to fast-forward 20 years and see what has become of that child…how has it affected their lives.  If their parents are particularly religious, what responsibility will they now place on the child.  It could be a blessing or a curse.   I found myself getting all tearful for the parents (yeah, go figure), how must they feel…. it was obviously important to them or they would not have held the child up.  There was one moment too on the day of the beatification – along the way he stopped the car twice to bless and kiss babies, and yet just a few yards further along, there all dressed up in a beautiful white dress was another baby…. held up in the hope of……. and he didn’t stop!!!    I cried (daft I know) for those parents, at their dismay, their disappointment, and probably their hurt and maybe even anger.  The child had obviously been dressed up especially….the outfit was of the christening kind, a lovely white, frilly dress and he didn’t even stop! I was shouting at the TV…  “No! go back, you missed that baby!”   He stopped for the other babies, why not theirs?  How did that make them feel?  How will it affect their future beliefs?   Will they carry that with them forever or will they just shrug it off and it becomes the ‘day the Pope didn’t stop to kiss you’.  Will it be talked about for generations (as these things are) and how will it then define the life of that child.

It also begs the question…..if as they say; the church is hiding paedophiles and brushes their misdemeanors under the carpet…why then allow the man who is supposedly responsible for that all to kiss your baby?  

Paedophiles are a rotten curse on society…. they should be incarcerated and never see the light of day ever again.  But, families hide these things, they hush them up, unable to face the horror that in their midst could be someone who is so vile.  It is easier to shut their eyes and deny it…they brush it under the carpet.  The church, no matter which one it is, is no different.  They are a family, he is the ‘Papa’ and they have done what most families do, they try to hide it and hide from it.  It is too horrible to face.  There are also people and families who brave the onslaught that knowledge of these things bring, and face it head on.

My question is this….. why when after all, he is just a mere mortal, ok one who is more esteemed and apparently the conduit between heaven and earth, with the ear of God on his side….why is he expected to do any differently than anyone else.   Many Priests ‘find’ their vocation and become caring, loving representatives of the church, they are good men, they teach and worship and tend to their flock.  And then there are others who use this as a means to prey on vulnerable children, there are also those who are forced through their parents and families’ wishes and desires to ‘become a Priest’.  What then makes them different to any other on earth?  How, when we as mere mortals live on a daily basis with people in our families who go on to do dreadful things to others, and we never would have guessed, how can we expect this man to know?  And how on earth can anyone expect one man to ‘know’ the mind and character of every Priest in his church.

Why are we so surprised when it is discovered that a ‘Priest’ has been found out of abusing children?  What makes them different? Is it the supposition of ‘faith’, the supposition that coz they are Priests they should be good and pure? Is it the clothes they wear, the traditions they are meant to uphold and then desecrate that makes it all the more shocking!  Or is it that they have abused their position in society?  We live on a daily basis with our friends and our families…..and we never really ‘know’ them.   It is impossible to know.  

I totally believe that paedophiles should be hung, drawn and quartered for what they do, but why do people pin all the blame on one man.  Yes he is the head of the catholic faith, yes he carries the burden of that position….but why make him the scapegoat.  The law doesn’t really take it seriously and unless a child has died as a consequence, they get a jail term and are then allowed out early for good behaviour!  Yes, they have been good….they are stuck in jail and unable to get their hands on little kiddies.  Let them out and hey ho…off they go!

So now that all the hoolabah has died down, the crazies have gone back into their cages and the Pope has gone home…what now?  What are the people who demonstrated and made such a fuss about the visit doing now?  What are the people who flocked to the events doing now?  According to statistics the number of church attendees has dropped dramatically and churches are half empty, unless you have a really charismatic Priest/Vicar or whatever.   Have these people now started attending their church again and for how long before the novelty wears off?  Have they found their faith again? Or is it just the celebrity aspect and the excitement of an outing that drew the crowds?

And what about the most contentious issue of the whole visit….paedophilia?  What are the people who demonstrated doing about it now?  What are we as a society doing about it now?   Is it up to just one man to sort it out, or is it our responsibility as a whole?

What if………….. this is one of the most heart-warming and amazing videos I have ever watched……….what if!

We are all beautiful regardless.  What if we could all just love ourselves and find the beauty within….how amazing life would be.  What if we could let anger and angst go by without a glance, what if we could only find the joy of life and celebrate our uniqueness, our beauty, our lives….what if

I know I posted this on twitter and facebook last week, but this man has just about the most amazing perspective and made a massive impact on me the first time I saw it…..what have I got to complain about?

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