Bees are much cuter!
How do you cope with house flies?
Experiencing God's Grace in the Everyday
Bees are much cuter!
How do you cope with house flies?
A request from Manchester"When we get Norfolk, please can Grandad build us a time machine ?" No challenge is ignored by my Shedman. He worked out a design using the L-shaped box which had contained the new IKEA armchair. Bob explained to me there would be a seat inside, with a control panel and joy stick, plus a curtain to shield the eyes of the passengers whilst in flight. [I found suitable fabric for that] We printed off some stickers to personalize the box. And there would be a selection of items in boxes in the summerhouse - costumes, hats, crowns, wigs, flags, water pistols and bubble swords.
The time travellers climbed into the machine, and the curtain came down. To give the impression of "Time Travel", a portable speaker played the proper Vworp!Vworp! noises and other ethereal music , whilst the everyone else dressed up in random costumes to represent different times and places. Then the curtain lifted and the traveller met them- friends [with bubble swords] foes [water pistols] or flag wavers [either cheering or demonstrating - who knows?]
Utter madness and mayhem, much fun had by all - Jacob was particularly taken with the red curly wig and the Captain Kirk wig. Jess enjoyed being a Chinese flag waver. Steph wore capes and hats - I have no idea who I was meant to be. The bubble wands were by far the most successful accessory [£2 each, a bargain] We had a couple of days of riotous fun dressing up, brandishing weapons, and declaiming...
Another post about the visit of that tapestry! The day that tickets went on sale [at 10am] for the exhibition at the British Museum I logged on at 11.10, to this message
There are 70,564 people ahead of you in the queue.
That number has planted itself in my brain.The system was well organised. Having entered my email, I was given a personal link - throughout the day I clicked on and it told me the length of the queue and the estimated time till my 10 minute ticket-buying window. I knew from the start to would be sometime after 5pm, and that I'd be sent an email alert.. In the event., I actually got my tickets around 5.30pm. I'd hoped for the last Monday of September but there was but one ticket available at 3.30. So I opted for the Tuesday morning, 10.20am. I decided against the £35 exhibition guidebook! My friend from church logged in later in the day, and was advised that there were no tickets left, and she should apply again when the second tranche is released - there are no tickets left now between September 10th and January 1st. We have booked B&B with my SIL in Barnet.

This book was more promising. £1 from a charity shop, it is a full length photograph, scaled down to one seventh of the original. Nearly 10 metres long. I unrolled it on the kitchen worktop.
What fun! It is accurate [there are no characters with added underwear!] I have treated myself to a 2nd hand book from World of Books by Silvette LeMagnen, who is curator of the exhibition in France. This is one of their guidebooks [the English translation!].The side garden round the raised bed is a bit of a desert. The grass is brown and crispy, there are a few determined dandelions showing their sunny faces. The apples and pears are ripening on the trees. The raised beds are looking decidedly sad. I'm watering and harvesting the odd lettuce here and there, and a few beans - but general there is not much happening. Until Saturday...
This huge thistle sprung up from nowhere, in the shade of the pear tree, with spiky green foliage, and its purply pink petals pointing heavenwards.
A pop of glorious colour in the arid surroundings. I am leaving it there, in honour of Josh Kerr and his Miracle Mile. I'm not really into sport, and I am not Scottish, but this was such a lovely story. I am so glad he won the gold, on his home turf, and that they played Flowers of Scotland for the win, not God Save The King!!
I suggested it seemed rather bizarre to call a child Nineveh. "Who was Nineveh? I know it's in the Bible" said Liz. I explained Nineveh was not a person, it was a place [in northern Iraq]. And on the way home, I reminded my family of the story of Jonah. God sent him to Nineveh to preach to the people encouraging them to turn from their evil ways and do good.
After three days, the whale spits him out, and Jonah goes off and does preach to the people in Nineveh, who do repent and turn from evil to good. Jonah is a bit annoyed and goes off out of the city to have a sulk.
But the sun gets blazing hot. God makes a tree grow up to shade him. Then a worm eats up the tree and he is uncomfortable again and starts complaining that he wants to die. God suggests that the grumpy preacher cares more for his shady tree than he does for the thousands of people in Nineveh!...Cos A Sofa's Got Small Wheels
That was the first line of a very funny Joyce Grenfell poem I remember from my youth.
This past week, with both daughters here, they asked if we could possibly look after the 4 children while the four adults went for a meal in Norwich. So they all came to Cornerstones for a sleepover. It all worked really well, and the sofa was most useful. The second mattress rolls out on small wheels and rises up to make the L-shape into a big double-bed sized rectangle.
After pizzas, bathtime and getting into pj's, Rosie read Cat in the Hat stories to the Littl'uns. Then it was Film Night - we sprawled about watching Toy Story #1. The children went off to the bedrooms - George and Jacob shared the double in the back bedroom, Rosie and Jess in the front in ours. Bob and I put sheets and pillows on the sofabed, and slept in the lounge. Next morning they piled back in with us. Bob went off to fix breakfast. I love the way Rosie is quietly reading her book while the other three are busy snuggling and giggling together.
The actress Beatrice Tanner [aka Mrs Patrick Campbell 1865-1940] described her marriage as "The deep, deep peace of the double bed after the hurly burly of the chaise longue" In my case, getting back into my own bedroom on Thursday night was "the deep, deep peace of the double bed, after the hurly burly of four excited children on a small-wheeled-sofa-bed"