Camp coffee

Memory…. I just commented on a friend post about my introduction to coffee.

I wrote: We used to have ‘camp coffee’, a coffee substitute made with chicory. It came in a tall square bottle with a Scottish bagpipe player on the front. The contents were a dark brown liquid. We had it with sterilised milk. It was horrible! Then we had ‘mellow birds’ coffee. It was bitter if you put enough in to give it some flavour!

I remember the way the coffee essence was brown and sticky. It used to run down the outside of the bottle, leave stains on the tablecloth. I didn’t drink coffee till I was in my teens, I used to drink tea or ‘pop’. Our pop was delivered in the evening by a van. I think it was Corona pop, we used to have big bottles of raspberry, orange, dandelion and burdock and sometimes strangely tasting American cream soda. All no doubt full of sugar.

Dad had his own delivery – of Davenports ‘beer at home’, I still remember the jingle ‘beer at home means Davenports, that’s the beer lots of cheer……’

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Waiting…

Dragon fun

I had text message yesterday that my dragon book would arrive today. It hasn’t turned up yet! But because my computer is upstairs I can’t go and do work and be near the front door. Hubby has gone to bed so I’m a bit stuck and frustrated that I can’t get on. This image was digitally manipulated in Photodirector then put through the layout app on my phone.

Books in the post

Books for college. A great many words arrived in the post over the last couple of days. A book called visual methodologies by Gillian Rose, illustration research methods by Rachel Gannon and Mireille Fauchon. Beginning Theory by Peter Barry and Picture This by Molly Bang. I hope the information in them will sink into my brain. Such a lot to look at and try and understand. It’s hard to take in so much, and this is just a small piece of the puzzle. I must improve my knowledge of crytical analysis. To go from descriptive to forensic. That’s hard. Generating new ideas and opinions without being opinionated. I want to try not to be cruel or condescending. To be honest and to use understandable language because some of it just feels selfish and snobbish. Hmmm.

Ordering online

I don’t usually buy things over the Internet. But a couple of weeks ago I saw an advert for a company who were closing because of the pandemic. I felt sorry for them so ordered a few things. Now I have no idea when they will arrive, I’m just not very observant about these things. I think that I should be OK because my payment was covered by insurance.

But now I’ve heard that I may have to pay tax when the items arrive. Since Brexit there is VAT or tarrifs to pay because we have left Europe! I might not bother to buy things on line again.

Presents

I’ve got a few local presents to deliver, but the ones to family who live far away are going to have to wait. My concern is that so much stuff is being posted that without special delivery things may go astray. I sent a card to a friend in Yorkshire a week ago with a little gift, he still hasn’t got it? It’s annoying because I can’t send him another one.

Life is changing. It looks like the tier we are in, in our part of the country, is likely to increase. We are having an announcement this afternoon. This is now getting frustrating. We could have been in lockdown for longer, but the government wants to be matey, friendly, lenient. So mote people have died. Around 68000 so far in the UK.

Not the merriest of Christmas’s

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Tablets….

I’m sorry we don’t have some of your tablets today, was my greeting when I visited the pharmacist today. Why what’s happened? Didn’t the doctor include them.? I asked. No its a problem with getting the right strength, there’s a problem at the manufactures I’m afraid.

Well when will they be in, I asked, I can’t not take them. (Do they think they are an optional extra?)

Should be in Monday. Give us a ring then. I asked for assurance they will be in. We will try, we might have to ring round, she said. Well I’ve got a few spare. I said, but what if they aren’t in? Then I said ‘and what happens with Brexit? We both looked at each other askance…