Ice cream

List 30 things that make you happy.

1 icecream

2 chocolate icecream

3 strawberry ice cream

4 toffee icecream

5 mint choc chip icecream

6 lemon sorbet

7 raspberry sorbet,

8 Lime sorbet

9 Strawberry sorbet

10 choc ice

11 grape juice

12 blackcurrant juice

13 pancakes with sugar and lemon juice

14 omelette

15 beans on toast

16 decaff coffee

17 Sunday roast

18 library books

19 science fiction

20 ceramics

21 ornaments

22 paintings

23 curry

24 Chinese food

25 Greek honey

26 hummus

27 olives

28 salad

29 fish and chips

30 Birthday cards

Why list 30 things? What if none of them make me happy. I’ve just chosen mainly food because it’s easy to list. Not much effort needed, and it’s not disclosing much about me. I might like things on the list, it doesn’t mean I eat them all the time!

Hubbys idea of tea.

Crackers, cheese, butter, banana.

No vegetables, no other colours

No salad, tomatoes, cucumber, lettuce?

Not tempting, maybe tasty?

Cheese is salty, crackers are salty.

Not sure if I should eat the banana

Butter is salted.

I’m thirsty!

Give me time

I’ll try and teach him

Meanwhile? Yum?

Wandering

Wandering backwards and forwards on crutches to the bathroom and my armchair. I can’t help remembering when I was younger. We would set out on a cycle ride or a walk. We used to visit the North of Manchester, around the pennines. Into Wales and see spectacular mountains. Up to Yorkshire and around Ingleborough. Up steep slopes on our bikes then down one long winding valley that took us seven miles back down to our campsite (I was pleased with my map reading that day).

Being ill or injured is difficult. I can’t ignore it, but I guess I have to be a patient patient! But I want to do simple things like washing up. When I can support my weight I will, then cook, the eventually I will have to tidy up, hubby is trying, but he doesn’t quite get organisational ideas. Like putting shopping in the fridge safely! Or how to cook chicken when you have never done it in your life! Time heals I guess.

I wish I was out and about, that I could just stand at the sink and do the washing up. But I guess it’s less than five days since I pulled a ligament in my foot and about eight since the car door slammed into my other leg and cut a hole in it.

Joyful habit

Describe one habit that brings you joy.

Recently I’ve found myself singing in the shower. I don’t think I’m disturbing anyone as my hubby is deaf and the neighbours have moved out!

It’s lovely trying to sing one of the parts for a song our choir is performing. It means I can get the part right instead of struggling. It also means that I can learn the part off by heart and not have to ready from my songbook.

I also try and remember my favourite film tunes. Like Summertime, or Moon river or Singing in the rain. They are all old music, but they are lyrical and sweet. They give joy to my heart.

I think you get a different acoustic in a bathroom, you get an echo that can enhance your singing. That’s why I enjoy it.

A cup of tea

I asked hubby for a cup of tea, ten minutes ago. He put the kettle on then wandered off somewhere. I can’t make it myself as I’m walking around with crutches. My balance is a bit off and I’m still in pain so I’m struggling to support my weight on my foot, I’m getting better but the damage only happened four days ago.

I know it’s hard for him, his mental health isn’t good. I asked him to cook tea earlier. I had to tell him to read the instructions, he can’t hear me because he gets irritated by his hearing aids. When he’s in the kitchen and I’m in the living room, he says my voice sounds like “wah wah wah”. Then he accused me of “mansplaining”, I was just trying to help him. I know his anxiety is bad, how do I help without appearing to interfere?

I’ve just written this and still no sign of him!

Fat cat wore cat flap!

Late last night, as I was sleeping in my armchair, there was a curious clattering noise. I woke up to see my big cat walking into the living room with the door of the cat flap and the surrounding plastic bit stuck round his belly!

A few years ago I had to replace the flap and the bit around it because he had battered the original flap trying to get through it. It was before he was our cat and he used to sneak in and pinch the other cats food. The replacement is a bit small so it can fall out if it’s treated roughly.

It was very amusing seeing him wearing the door as a skirt! He was soaking wet from the rain. Looking like a black and white otter! I released him from his trap. He fell asleep on the chair next to me.

View out

The sun was shining through the checking office door at Etruria Industrial museum. The age of the building means that the walls are damp by the door. I like the red fire extinguisher and the blue in the corner add pops of colour that work with the browns and greens outside and the terracotta colour on the wall. The conduit pipes to the electrical switches give a hint of the buildings Industrial heritage. This office is set between two arms of the Trent and Mersey canal and the Cauldon arm of it. Inside are old bakalite telephones and other old fashioned equipment.

Condensation and chemical trails

A friend posed the question, what comes out of airplane engines? Con or Chem trails? It’s a question I can’t resist answering, I’m hopefully telling you something you already know?

Condensation trails are what comes out of plane engines. Water vapour from the engines condenses out onto dust particles in the upper atmosphere. They cause the characteristic long thin trails up high in the sky. On the other hand chem trails were the US using crystals of silver iodide which is a harmless salt. It acted as nucleation  point for water droplets and was washed out of the clouds it had been released into. They used it to make rain during droughts, I’m not sure if that is still the case.

There is a Kate Bush song about it which I’ve forgotten. We had to learn a few of them a few years ago I can’t remember which one.

I’m curious about these questions..

What are you curious about?

How does the person setting a prompt come up with a question. And more interesting than that, how do you ask it politely.

The questions set are open to interpretation. Are you honest, but giving away your data to someone who shouldn’t be allowed the information as they might steal it? Or are you insincere and keep all those bits of information to yourself.

The questions have to be generic, I guess. Able to be answered quickly and simply, or answered in a more complex way. When we answer, is the information going to be misused? Or will it just sit here in the blogasphere, ignored, waiting to be discovered. Maybe that’s why we answer these questions. To leave our mark on the world. Or leave a seperate question instead.