WordPress, it’s like looking in a mirror with your face obscured. You can see it’s there, but you can’t work out what is going on! I tried to update a post that I might have published, or might have been a draft, and I ended up in one of those endless loops, where you don’t know where anything is? I found myself being told the post was empty, that it was a local draft. That I needed to go to a preview rather than editing the post. Then I was told again the post was empty… Feels like fighting with bureaucracy. Not knowing what the other side knows, only what you suspect….. Anyway it eventually posted… I think!
Learning WordPress again
learning what to click and what not.
Finding out that route doesn’t work
going round in
ever decreasing ones.
like a fish in a whirlpool
caught up in the flow
cant break free
I’m trying to create a portfolio of all my images I’ve made so far on my illustration course. I have managed to add them to a Word document, but I need to know what the file size is and as I’m not up to speed with Word 10 I’m not sure where to look. If the file size is too big I will struggle to upload it to the college. Any ideas? I know I’ve got to convert it to a PDF but I wanted to find out how big it was before I did that… Duh!
I was asked to give some carrier bags to the local food bank today. I’m very bad at remembering to take bags with me when I go shopping and I didn’t want to throw them away to go in landfill.
I handed them over to a friend outside the local supermarket. She had started a couple of years ago getting almost out of date, unsold food, and dry goods. But as austerity had increased and now the devastating effect of covid 19,she has found herself getting food for people seven days a week! She is a volunteer and decided she must do something as the local Councillor is not at all helpful.
I asked her how she copes, she’s been ill recently, she says she just has to. She cannot give up on people.
I wish I had her commitment. All I did was hand over a few carrier bags. I have to ask why people are in this situation. How have we got to this. The sixth wealthiest country in the world? But cruel to people in poverty. Who are seen as useless and not worth the money. Another Councillor has called people from my city ‘peasants’ this week. Remind me to tug my forelock!
For most of his life he’s not been interested in cooking. He doesn’t like me to explain what to do. When he roasted a chicken once he added a whole big bulb of garlic. He can cook poached egg on toast, he does cook bread, he tries to cook bacon by frying it for a minute then microwaving it.
Today he wanted to make a loaf out of self raising flour. With no yeast. I explained that would be more like pastry, and that you use self raising mainly for making cakes. I told him he could use about eight ounces of flour, four ounces of butter, four ounces of sugar, but as we had none he could use a couple of heaped spoons of sweetener. This is a granular one you can cook with. A couple of eggs, and milk, not water, which he was going to use.
I went upstairs on the computer while he went out to get butter.
I was going to explain. He knew about Crumbling flour and butter together, then I told him to add sweetener, then the eggs and milk, then some de-stoned cherries if he wanted to.
I was upstairs, and it was terribly quiet. A friend rang so I came downstairs. Hubby was just about to put the cake in the oven. I looked around, he’d used about twelve ounces of flour (not weighed it out) three quarters of a tub of margarine. Two eggs a bit of milk and a teaspoon! of sweetener. To this mix he’d added half a bowl of cherries and then kneaded the mix! I tried to explain you need the mix to be more liquid and that you gently stir in the milk to keep the cake light.
Well he tried. The cake is cooking, gas mark 4,initially for 45 minutes in the centre of the oven. I’m worried it will be a bit heavy when it comes out.
It’s a Hoax….
My friend sent me this and when I questioned it, she checked and confirmed its a hoax.
I didn’t want to say that to her, but I’ve had this as a voice recording, and also purporting to be from the NHS over the last few days. People want to help. But if they are hoaxed into sending misinformation or completely wrong stuff then it’s not fair on them. They are only trying to help.
She wanted me to stay safe, and I appreciated that. But we need to be careful not to send misinformation. If people get a false sense of security it means more lives will be put at risk.
Stay safe, fact check
Just wrote to my MP because this happened today….
I just had a man knock on the door, he’d spoken to my husband last week, he had nothing, we gave him a bit of money and some bread and cheese. I asked him if he had spoken to the council homeless team. He said they just come out with a flask with a lukewarm drink and a few protein bars. He can’t easily eat them as he has no teeth. He used to run a business but had to sell it. He’s living in a tent by the river. (all this was discussed at a distance well over six foot).
Is there anything that can be done for him. All I know is his name is ……. and he is in his fifties by the look of it.
What is going on. How have we come to this. I think he would have knocked on the door even without what is going on now. People should not be in this situation.
Stay safe and sheltered.
Sent from my Xperia by Sony smartphone
This has been hidden behind envelopes and letters for weeks, artists block holding me tight in its grip. So why is it uncovered? Is there going to be a spurt in activity? No, spring cleaning, removing piles of old letters and finding things to shred or burn…. And I cleaned the cooker, cleaned the bathroom sink, did the washing up, cleaned the fridge, the sink in the kitchen, wiped the walls down and… Still didn’t paint, despite having things to do…. My bum needs a good kicking!
This might be someone’s meal today, tonight, next week. They may be on a low income, on benefits or state handouts. They might be in a refugee camp trying to flee from famine or oppression.
Coming closer to home, in a land that is the sixth richest in the World and where many more billionaires live than ever before, the number of Foodbanks here over the last few years have soared, from a handful ten years ago to more of them than McDonald’s outlets now! There are around two THOUSAND Foodbanks in this country now. Let that sink in. And people using them are only allowed two or three referrals in a six month period. That referral gives them emergency food for three or four days. They are used when someones benefit has been cancelled or delayed. I know about them because I used to refer people into them. I had to jump through hoops to get a referral for them. Often I came up against the arguments about whether they were deserving enough. I would be talking to a decision maker who would criticise the person’s ability to budget a paltry amount of money that the decision maker could not possibly have lived on themselves.
My question again is why are there Foodbanks? Why are the poorest in society forgotten? Why do the rich think it’s OK to look down on the poor? Remember that it is only by luck that we are born into the lives we have.
I wish I didn’t have such a big mouth, wasn’t so “keen” about things. A couple of times recently I’ve got myself so enthusiastic about something (two seperate things), that I’ve done something, sharing an idea, that I shouldn’t have. It’s made me feel embarrassed and wonder if I’ve done wrong. Maybe I’m not enough of a team player.
Foot in mouth time, worried I might cause problems, hoping I don’t say the wrong thing, expecting something to hit the fan. As they say, the road to hell is paved with good intentions?