We don't care a button, we don't care a fig...

Actually, I DO care about such things. Liz has sent me some pictures from the Internet of Button Bracelets, so I am going to try and make some with supplies from The Great Stash.

I have looked at the various tutorials, and the general consensus appears to be 'use elastic and go for a 19cm diameter wrist measurement'

Some use beading wire, with just an elastic closure loop.I shall experiment, and photograph any successes! I refuse to pay £10 for something when I have the wherewithal to make it in the cupboard already.

The small figs on the tree have not got any larger - but they have got softer - Bob picked all the soft ones [and photographed them for me] and I have been eating them. They are as juicy and sweet as the larger ones I had a few weeks back.

I must stop acquiring polka-dot items - Bob has started referring to the kitchen as "Kidstonville"

Steph has been making helpful suggestions about what to eat at Baptist Cluster Breakfasts!

Her company does market research for TNS, so she is pro-Nestle. She's also pro-Tesco for the same reason!

Those of us who went to Heanor last week were pictured on page 2 of this week's Baptist Times - fame at last!

Church was interesting this morning - lots of folk away for half-term, but equally, a number of 'returners' who have moved away, were visiting for half-term.

I was out with my Sunday School class, so missed the sermon on Lust. I will read Bob's notes later [oh, the unexpected perks of being the Pastor's Wife!]

Bob's recording of this morning's Grand Prix didn't work, so he decided to use the ITV's "Catch-Up" facility. People were very good at Church in NOT saying who had won [we had left home for church before the race finished] I thought it was rather silly, therefore, that when you go to the relevant part of the ITV website, the 'still' is a picture of Lewis Hamilton shaking a bottle of champagne!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That just struck me as rather silly, if someone is avoiding discovering the result but wants to watch the race right through!

When we got home from church, there was a note through the door from the Police, saying our neighbours had been burgled last night, and had we seen or heard anything? We hadn't. I popped round with a bunch of flowers, and found my neighbour really upset. They had lost the TV, a laptop and various other items of value from inside the house - plus the thieves took the car keys and pinched the car from the drive. All whilst the family were asleep upstairs. Rather upsetting for them.

It was only 'stuff' and nobody had been injured - but I felt so sorry.

I shall take my most treasured earthly possessions [Bob, and Charlie The Dog] away with me to Yorkshire next week. If thieves do 'break in and steal' in my absence, the insurance company can sort it out later. Steve's talk about 'Treasures' last Sunday is still in my head.

The title of this afternoon's post is a quote from Edward Lear, to mark the end of a week's poetry with my class

THE JUMBLIES

They went to sea in a Sieve, they did,
  In a Sieve they went to sea:
In spite of all their friends could say,
On a winter's morn, on a stormy day,
  In a Sieve they went to sea!
And when the Sieve turned round and round,
And every one cried, 'You'll all be drowned!'
They called aloud, 'Our Sieve ain't big,
But we don't care a button! we don't care a fig!
  In a Sieve we'll go to sea!'
      Far and few, far and few,
            Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
            And they went to sea in a Sieve.

They sailed away in a Sieve, they did,
In a Sieve they sailed so fast,
  With only a beautiful pea-green veil
Tied with a riband by way of a sail,
  To a small tobacco-pipe mast;
And every one said, who saw them go,
'O won't they be soon upset, you know!
For the sky is dark, and the voyage is long,
And happen what may, it's extremely wrong
  In a Sieve to sail so fast!'
      Far and few, far and few,
            Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
            And they went to sea in a Sieve.

The water it soon came in, it did,
  The water it soon came in;
So to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet
In a pinky paper all folded neat,
  And they fastened it down with a pin.
And they passed the night in a crockery-jar,
And each of them said, 'How wise we are!
Though the sky be dark, and the voyage be long,
Yet we never can think we were rash or wrong,
  While round in our Sieve we spin!'
      Far and few, far and few,
            Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
            And they went to sea in a Sieve.

And all night long they sailed away;
  And when the sun went down,
They whistled and warbled a moony song
To the echoing sound of a coppery gong,
  In the shade of the mountains brown.
'O Timballo! How happy we are,
When we live in a Sieve and a crockery-jar,
And all night long in the moonlight pale,
We sail away with a pea-green sail,
  In the shade of the mountains brown!'
      Far and few, far and few,
            Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
            And they went to sea in a Sieve

They sailed to the Western Sea, they did,
  To a land all covered with trees,
And they bought an Owl, and a useful Cart,
And a pound of Rice, and a Cranberry Tart,
  And a hive of silvery Bees.
And they bought a Pig, and some green Jack-daws,
And a lovely Monkey with lollipop paws,
And forty bottles of Ring-Bo-Ree,
  And no end of Stilton Cheese.
      Far and few, far and few,
            Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
            And they went to sea in a Sieve.

And in twenty years they all came back,
  In twenty years or more,
And every one said, 'How tall they've grown!
For they've been to the Lakes, and the Torrible Zone,
  And the hills of the Chankly Bore!'
And they drank their health, and gave them a feast
Of dumplings made of beautiful yeast;
And every one said, 'If we only live,
We too will go to sea in a Sieve,---
  To the hills of the Chankly Bore!'
      Far and few, far and few,
            Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
            And they went to sea in a Sieve.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Last night, Bob located our holiday cottage on the map and said "If 'nowhere' has a 'middle' then that is where the cottage is!"