Friday, November 27, 2015
Friday, November 13, 2015
So imagine my surprise at myself when a few days before Halloween, I came upon the 'Christmas Shop' in Marks and Spencer and felt a sudden uplifting of my spirits at the sight of all the sparkling ornaments and jolly old St. Nicks! I suddenly felt the lost sense of excitement that Christmas used to bring to me but hasn't for many years now.
The past few months have been for me one of frustration and sadness at the state of the world, of Europe and of attitudes so many of us have towards those less fortunate than ourselves in the West. The Global State of Mind is pretty depressing right now. Yesterday's meeting in Malta proved once again that Europe is impossible to run. Millions of people are desperately trying to leave deathly dangers and we look at them and wring our hands and can barely bear to see. The idea of ever closer union among European nations seems to me to be a sick joke. One of the reasons for fighting wars in the Middle East was to keep the battles 'over there' not 'here'! Well guess what -- there is no escaping the consequences of that stupidity and the sooner we figure that out the better. And 'not in my back yard' is not the right answer...
So while I am feeling all uplifted and happy at the onslaught of the celebrations to come, it will behoove me to remember the message on the Christmas card that reads "Peace on Earth and Good Will to All Men"!
Thursday, October 22, 2015
Thursday, October 01, 2015
Monday, September 28, 2015
Sunday, August 30, 2015
Throughout our time on earth, ours has been the stories of mass migrations and social upheaval. By now it should have taught us that not only is migration inevitable, it is necessary for our ultimate survival.
Building fences or walls, sending armed marshalls or guards only foments hatred, dissent and fear among all the peoples affected and separates us from each other in ways that can take centuries to overcome. And all to no avail because one way or another migratory change is going to happen.
So why then are we all not taking positive steps to help incorporate new societies into the fabric of our own and stop wasting time and resources in preventing what is impossible to prevent.
Of course there are moral issues. We are watching scenes of devastating poignancy daily on our television screens and we are being threatened with dire consequences if we don't stem the tide of the masses that will overwhelm us. And so we convince our inner souls that it is right and necessary to turn our backs on those who so desperately seek our help.
What is very disturbing to me is the dissention and, indeed, vitriol within our own society, within families and among friends -- nevermind Internet colleagues -- that is now rife. Personally, i come from a nation of immigrants and cannot forget that heritage. We are in fact all products of ages of immigration and migration and it is at our peril to forget that.
Friday, August 21, 2015
Sunday, August 02, 2015
It is a very long drive from Southport to the Lot. We left on July 8th and arrived here on the 10th. The house was in its usual state -- lots of dust and spiders. Nothing unusual -- that is until there was a 'bang' of sorts and the electricity went off. After a short investigation The Man got us re connected and we are still nome the wiser as to what happened..
The result of this scare, however were frayed tempers resulting in The Broad storming out in 38C heat to walk to the village shop to by tomatoes-- which I had forgotten to by earlier.
The next day all was much calmer and necessary apologies were made or I would have stayed on my high horse and time was not to be wasted ...
Alors ... time could not be wasted because we had a family of five coming to stay for 4 days in less than a weeks time. Fortunately, the grass had been cut and the terrace had been successfully treated to stay clean so all The Man had to do was get the swimming pool up and filled with water.
Ha! We arrived on Friday. The Man had set aside Sunday to set up the pool. Sunday came and with great anticipation he began the task. From the terrace I heard a sudden anguished "OH, NO"!!! Upon opening out the pool he discovered to his absolute horror that mice had ingested much of the bottom with giant Swiss cheese effect...
Ho, hum... the discovery on Sunday in La France Profond meant that a replacement pool woul have to wait until the next day. Fortunately, we found another pool the next day. It was even bigger that the one the mice ate. 18 feet across instead of 15 and 4 feet deep instead of 3.5.but of course that presented us with problems we hadn't anticipated...
In the meantime I was fighting my yearly battle to get some kind of
Internet connection. Before we left England for France I learned that I mcould get a pay-as-you-go connection with Three -- 10 gigabytes for £15 per month and that I would pay the same amount while in France. I have a little mobile router that enables me to do this, but when I got here I could not get connected! Needless to say I was not very happy about that.
Then we tried to get the TV up and running. A good friend was coming to watch the Wimbleton Final. The reception kept breaking up. In fact it was just impossible to watch. Then we discovered that we could not receive any of the BBC channels! We know that we are on the edge of the 'foot print' but last year we were fine.
Anyway we were not fine now and The Man had two theories. The first being that the decoding box was old and had been playing up for some time. To that end he had our son get us a new satellite box and give it to the family coming to stay with us in a few days time. His second theory was that we needed to invest in a larger satellite dish...
In the meantime back at the pool, which was hour after hour after even more hours filling with water. This pool took a lot more than the mouse-ingested pool! And we were about to discover that having the groung absolutely level is very very important. .
Thursday, June 18, 2015
|At breakfast our 1st morning|
Cyprus is a very popular destination for many British people and over my years in England i have heard a lot about it, but this is my first trip. For the past few years we have heard from many that the Greek south of Cyprus has been spoiled by over commercialization and beaches that have been ruined by tall buildings and sprawling hotels. We were advised
That to experience the 'old Cyprus' we should go to the Turk.ish north. And infeed here we are in a beautiful little hotel in Kyrenia right by the sea.
we arrived late on the night of the 10th of June. Our travel rep had sent a car to meet us in Larnaca in the south of the island so we had to cross the line dividing the country and show passports to gain admittance. It wasn't until a few days later when we were driving around that we saw the irrefutable evidence of Turkish presence. Time and as we drive from one place to another we come upon wire fences with signs warning all not to take pictures and saying that it is a military zone. Several times The Man has been thwarted when attempting to find some place that he had known long ago only to find the way blocked.
The Cypriots that we have spoken to have all said that they are hoping that their small country will be reunited in the next couple of years. But I see many signs that this may be wishful thinking. Everywhere are Turkish monuments to their presence. These monuments are to be seen in the towns and atop cliffs and embellished in grand public work schemes -- as if to announce tonthe world that "Here we are and here we mean to stay".
Sunday, May 31, 2015
More and more I am using expressions that I remember my grandparents and aunties using, like 'in my day' or 'when I was a girl' or even 'back in the 60's' or worse, 'back in the 60's when I was young...'
When I was a young woman, it wasn't a problem finding a job -- there were always loads in the paper ...
In my day, I had no trouble getting an apartment that I could afford on my own ...It was all so Happy Days and comedy sit-com-land! Can you tell I come from white middle class America? Indeed!
I used to love comedy programs -- now I can't appreciate the comedians my children find hilarious. Most movies do not interest me at all and when I go The Man doesn't want to go with me because the sound is so loud it hurts his ears. We are both old codgers and there is no going back...
We are going away for two weeks for my birthday to a warm Mediterranean location. I have not been told exactly where -- which is fine with me as I do like surprises. And old codger that I am I do still enjoy travelling -- although the long haul trips do take their toll on me when I get back home. And my back aches a lot -- well everything aches first thing in the morning.
The weatherman said this morning that for the next couple of days it will feel more like the end of October and early November than the 1st of June. Needless to say, he got that right. I am off now for my slippers and very cozy dressing gown before settling down with a hot drink and the next installment of Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell...