As I grew up in Cornwall massive Satellite dishes such as at Goonhilly, and miles of cabling such as Porthcurno were not an unusual sight to me. Living near plenty of fishermen I heard about the patchy Ship-to-shore phones all the time. Some of the lads loved it, being out of reach or at least pretending to be if the wife phoned up for a chat. I’ve never chatted to an astronaut in person about communication in space though. So who do you think is better connected?
This weekend I went to Malvern flower show with my pal. I had never been before, but it reminded me of Royal Cornwall show I used to go to with my grandparents as a small child – except there were no cattle or sheep shows. In one of the school gardens I saw a great idea I had to try. They had pint milk bottles with strawberries growing in them, all suspended on a horizontal bamboo cane. It inspired me to try something similar myself. A school garden based on Shakespeare’s Tempest. I knew that this wouldn’t last long term. A pint bottle is too small for decent root growth, and bamboo is strong until it gets waterlogged then it rots. I would likely give way at around fruiting time for the berries.
After several months of silence and keeping a secret I broke it rather loudly. I put an announcement on the big screen of a televised and sold out rugby match. Yup, it’s true. I proposed back in early January, I had it booked just 2 days later. I’ve waited many years, I wasn’t going to waste time planning. Haha.
Quite some time ago I decided that I wanted the attic space to become an attic playroom for the boys – I got as far as adding carpet to our boarded out loft. It doesn’t quite allow for full standing up there, which is why at the moment the boys just use it to play with their LEGO train sets. It would be great to get back up there and really crack on with some with some work so that Jen and Dee have a play space they’ll use more often. We still need to use space up there for storage too but because of the angle of the roof we have a lot of wasted space, space I would like to fill with proper cupboards designed for silly spaces. I’ve been looking on Homify for ideas, and this is a sort of wish list. I know a lot of […]
If you’re at all like me you probably don’t like giving off the shelf gifts to friends. I like homemade, something with a bit of thought, love and effort in it. So when Leslie at Decorque Cards offered to send me a greetings card I thought about upcycling it in to a guest book for a friends wedding. Please note the names of the couple are on the front of this card, which is why the top middle is covered in each photo, I don’t want to ruin it. I gathered what I needed for this project… A cute greetings card. (This one by Decorque Cards can be found here .) Good scissors. A ribbon. A hole punch. Some glue. Several sheets of nice paper.
A short while ago I was taught CPR and other first aid basics by junior doctors that were striking. Well Mr Hunt didn’t want to talk about the unsafe working contracts so unfortunately that means the biggest strike in the NHS ever. *Slow clap for Jeremy Hunt* I agree with the need to strike, but I expect for this full on walk out they might have less public support. After the morning school run I’ll be heading to the hospital and joining them on the picket line. I’ve never felt the need to do something like this – yes I protest – but normally by petitions and writing not in person. For example this petition signed by over 330 thousand people including myself, who want it known they have no confidence in Mr Hunt.
As a child I used to adore watching Danger Mouse on telly. My favourite characters were Penfold and Nero – in case you haven’t got a clue who Nero was he’s Baron Von Greenback’s fluffy white pet caterpillar. Well now it is back on children’s telly, on the BBC. Recently Dee and Jen have been playing with talking teddies from the TV show, we have the Baron, Penfold and Danger Mouse himself. Each of these cute plush toys has 3 phrases and the lads have been using these phrases to annoy their Father. Walking up behind him when he’s cooking and shouting out the phrases. The voices are of the current actors, so it’s not David Jason these days, it is the smooth sounding Alexander Armstrong. Nice!
Before I write too much I want to apologise for the pixelated images and badly done blurring – I was shouted at in a threatening manner for taking these images. I’ve made them fuzzy on purpose to avoid confrontation. A few weeks back, around Easter time, the parking situation near one of our schools was becoming dangerous. A few parents took to Facebook asking people to park legally and considerately or have their parking photographed and sent to the police and shared on Facebook too. These photos I took were not to wind anyone up, I actually took them to try to share on my blog about road safety. Hopefully enough time has passed that I can write this without things “kicking off” at the school gates again.
If you have kids, chances are you print a lot of documents and pictures? HP instant ink might be something for you to check out, it is an ink subscription service. When you get low on ink it is automatically ordered and comes to your door. There are different subscription plans depending on how many pages you are likely to print. The best bit? The price is the same for a page of simple black and white text or an ink-sucking photograph. Parents take note – print ALL your good photos! Save all the good memories and print out pictures you can hold. Don’t get me wrong, I love having thousands of photographs of the children and pets on the computer, but you can’t stick these to the fridge can you?
Do you ever struggle with gifts for friends that have everything already? I do! How about a bride and groom who have been together years? There is no point getting them a toaster or some coasters. So when Oxfam got in touch about #WithOxfam I was interested. It is a campaign aimed at brides and grooms, but you could send an Oxfam Unwrapped gift for many reasons or occasions. The “gifts” are basically promises of things to help people in places of poverty – you could buy goats or chickens, perhaps fix a well, or invest in an education.
Today I heard on the radio that the local junior doctors that were striking doing something awesome with their time. They were using a room at a community centre called The Friendship Café to teach CPR to the public. Far from the lazy doctors some would have you believe. All of the doctors were very friendly, but the doctor I was paired with was called Suzie. She is a wonderful young lady who has only been at Gloucester hospital for a few months after transferring from the North of England.
As they take up a lot of my life, I thought I’d waffle about our dogs. Lately the girls have been improving their behaviour around other dogs, and I’ve been working hard on thier social skills. Well today that went a bit tits up! Blokey had taken Freya and Doris onto the fields after giving me breakfast in bed. As I stood in the kitchen loading some cups in to our dishwasher I see Doris mucking about with a neighbours Staffie and off lead on the front grass. This is not normal, so I stepped outside barefoot and called her.