Snow

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Snow, I’m sitting here wondering if it will or won’t. It tried to earlier on, little ice crystal shaped flecks melting on my windscreen.

So cold and chilly, even with the heating on. We don’t use our gas fire any more because it’s too old. The gas central heating boiler is due to be serviced in the morning.

Snow doesn’t happen much these days. If it does its usually in the new year for a few days. Not months like in the early 1960’s when there was snow on the ground in Britain for more than three months. When the drifts in country lanes were so deep children had to walk across fields to get to school. My hubby remembers that. When milk froze in milk bottles at school and pushed the silver lids up and off.

I remember walking to school and the snow over topped my wellies and soaked my stockinged feet. In fact I haven’t had to wear wellies (Wellington boots) for years. I miss my old blue wellies in the snow. I miss pretending to track people by looking at the tracks their shoes made….

Why ❎ Vote?

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Someone said to me today? Why Vote, what’s the point? I didn’t jump down their throat, but I thought, why do I vote?

I guess I care about my world, my life, the people around me, family, friends. The people in other countries. Global warming, sale of armaments, waging wars. The impoverishment of many people because of austerity.

Life seems to be unfair, lots of things don’t work out, but that’s the point of democracy, to try and improve the world for everyone. Being able to Vote is important, you can change things, you can make a difference.

In the 19th and 20th century people fought for the vote. Suffragettes fought for it, working class people fought for it. Why not respect their actions and Vote. It is important. I guess it doesn’t matter which party. It may not be the one I think people should vote for but I respect your right to do it. Thinking about countries around the world where voting is limited to only certain people, I think everyone should be enfranchised.

Waiting

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Does time splinter into different universes? While I sit here waiting for my hubby, who insisted he wanted to walk home in the rain after I dropped him off a couple of hours ago for an appointment, I wonder, where has he got to? Is he OK. Which way is he walking home. Might he get lost? He has problems following directions. But if he knows the way (and he walked back last week) then he should be OK.

But he mooches, he likes looking at things, he doesn’t stride out anymore. He’s not young. I want to go and look for him but the traffic outside is at a standstill. So I’m sitting waiting, worrying, fretting, he’s a grown man. I know he will be OK.. I guess. But time fractures, things happen….

Ten minutes later.. He’s back!

Rising tide…

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The sea is rising

The rain comes in mountains now.

Falling so fast its like a bomb.

Wet feet

Now wet knees,

Up to my thighs…

We walked once from Robin Hoods Bay

To Boggle Hole.

On the North East Coast

Of Yorkshire.

The sea came in

Along the rocks.

It was faster than us.

He was up to his chest,

I was up to my neck

When we waded out

Of the North Sea.

That was twenty years ago.

Now you only have to look at a cloud

And you are covered, soaked, flooded.

Where will it end?

Up a creek without a paddle?

Copyright © issues

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I am a local artist in Stoke-on-Trent and about 11 or 12 years ago I painted a series of murals in the Bennett suite at the Leopard Hotel in Burslem. Recently my paintings have appeared on a book, on Midlands Today a BBC local TV channel, the Sentinel newspaper and on a ghost hunting website. All without my permission. I hold the copyright for the images and I would like people to contact me if they wish to use them. The image is my painting of my painting of the Burslem Riot of 1842. I’ve contacted the people who used them but only one has responded so I have given her retrospective permission. What can I do?

Brains

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I was thinking today that we are odd things. A mammal walking around with a lump of pinkish grey matter a bit like blancmange in our heads. Not just us, but all mammals and most animals are the same.

A pink lump with nerves running to and from it, directing movement, thought, feelings, sensations, memories, dreams, everything…

In the past the heart was thought to be the central control of the body, if the heart stopped the body died. Then science discovered the brain. All its strange quirks. Doctors recognised physical and mental diseases. The brain is a marvel, a wonder. Think about it. Geniuses like Leonardo or Einstein had slightly better brains, which affected the world…

Thumbs up

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Silly drawing, but where does the phrase come from….? People use this symbol to mean they agree with you, or to ‘thumb a lift’ when they are hitch hiking… Thumbs have been raised for decades. There was a TV programme in the seventies where the main character would put his thumbs up to show he was happy. Even Facebook uses it as their like symbol. So where does it spring from? Anyone know?

Consequences

I like helping people. But that can cause problems. I’ve offered to give a friend a lift tonight, but I also give someone else a regular lift. The logistics are giving a lift, doing something at the venue, then picking the other person up and taking her to the venue. Then giving both a lift home…. Phew!

As my hubby says, sometimes I’m too helpful! I hope it all works out OK….

Has anyone else been in a similar dilemma?

What is up with WordPress?

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I want to reply to a friend who commented that some test results were good, which is great, but WordPress won’t let me reply. It keeps coming up with an error message. Something like ‘user cannot see your reply’ and ‘user approval not given’ or something like that. It’s very irritating when technology allows you to make friends over the Internet with people all over the world, then stops you communicating!

It might be something to do with my provider. I still have a ‘saving of draft failed.’ message that one of WordPress’s ‘happiness’ support workers could not resolve.

I’m not exactly sure what to do. This might be a one off between me and the other user, or it might be with everyone? We will see.