On our trip to China we found lots of signs that suffered slightly in translation. This one was situated in front of a Panda enclosure and is one of my favourites. These days I would never ‘cross any railings lest suddenness happens’!
Ahh, the thick, stand-yer-straw-up-in-it, fruit smoothie!
A handful of frozen mango, a handful of frozen pineapple, a banana and a splosh of orange juice bunged in a blender and hey presto, yummy tropical smoothie! Mind you, it’s so thick it does make your eyes pop out just a little when you try and suck it up the straw!!
Oh, and if it wasn’t 3 o’clock in the afternoon, and I didn’t have yoga later on, I might just add a splosh of coconut water and rum too!! 😉
Well, to be honest, this motto is not just for Monday’s it’s for life:
Hope for the best, expect the worst and take what comes!
I’ve found this is a helpful approach to what life throws at you and use it mentally, if not verbally, almost every day!
Happy Monday 🙂
- The campaign for the General Election has officially started in England this week. You could say election fever has gripped the nation, but it’s the sort of fever that makes you want to tuck up in bed with the covers over your head. The campaign so far (and I’m sure it will continue thus) seems to be a succession of party leaders sniping and making snide remarks about each other. No one in the country has a clue who will come out on top, and it certainly looks like it’s going to be another hung parliament. I’m just praying that the disgraceful UKIP don’t get a look-in on any coalition.
- Yesterday,I joined the gym. No, I didn’t think I would either, but apart from their beautiful pool being just soooo inviting, I’ve been feeling generally blobby and lacking in energy, which I put down to being just a teeny bit heavier than I was this time last year. I keep reminding myself that I’m carrying the equivalent of several bags of sugar around with me all the time, and that’s why I’m feeling tired.
I’m taking my first class today, Yogalates, which is the evil son of Yoga and Pilates. I’m a little nervous – will all the others be young and fit? Will it be a bit too punishing for me? Will I make an absolute berk of myself (I usually do…should be used to it by now)? I expect I’ll live through it either way, and I’m looking forward to a good swim and perhaps, a relaxing steam, afterwards.
- I’ve been trying to tidy up the garden, but it’s so bloomin’ windy, it blows my eyes to the back of my head every time I venture out. It’s been like this for days now. At the moment the sun is out and through the window it looks quite tempting, but having just got back from walking the dog, I know that that fierce wind bites right through to your bones. Nope, I’m just going to stay here in the warm and look through the window at all the new weeds popping up and thumbing their noses at me.
- Lunching with a friend tomorrow. We are ‘ladies wot lunch’. We don’t see each other often, but when we do we like to catch up over a glass of wine and some yummy food. This is one of the great pleasures of retirement! I can’t eat too much though, as I have my regular yoga class in the afternoon. This is another reason I would like to lose a couple of inches from my waist…a spare tyre does get in the way of a good deep forward bend a bit!
- Easter weekend is coming up. The weekend of chocolate. I remember when I was little, on Easter Sunday we used to get chocolate eggs in pretty boxes, or wrapped in fancy cellophane. Now all the eggs seem to come with some chocolate bar or other, in boxes that are basically, just a bit more garish advertising.
Of course these days chocolate is the only thing that springs to mind for many people when Easter is mentioned. We should however, spare a thought to it’s origins. Don’t get me wrong, I am not religious at all, and don’t believe in all that stuff, but it doesn’t hurt to be a little generous to those who do now and again. At the very least we should take the opportunity to remind ourselves that such barbarism as crucifixion should not be allowed to take place anywhere in the world here in the 21st Century. As I was, I am sure you will be shocked, though not surprised, when you hear that yes,some terrorists groups still find it acceptable retribution. You may guess who. Whoever wins that General Election, we must hope that, together with all the other world leaders, they intensify their efforts to stamp this out. Soon.
Having a nice, proper, cup of tea today. By proper, I mean not from a manky old teabag, and not spoiled by the addition of milk. As you know, I love tea, and have a pretty big selection in my cupboard, but more often than not I just grab a bog standard teabag like everyone else.
When we visited the tea plantations in Sri Lanka, we were told that the tea in our Western teabags pretty much consisted of the sweepings from the floor in terms of leaf quality, and I must say that when I do make the effort and opt for something like an Orange Pekoe, that does become pretty obvious. ‘Real’ tea is light and refreshing and not in any way bitter.This morning’s cuppa is made with tea that my daughter brought back from Malaysia for me. It’s described as ‘An exquisite flowery Pekoe with a delicate aroma’ and it is, and there is no need for anything else in the cup, just pure tea. Lovely.
Many people I know find it hard to take tea without quantities of sugar. I’ve seen people heap three of four teaspoons of the white stuff into just a small cup. Ok, hands up, I used to do the same, that’s how I was brought up. As a child mum put sugar in my tea, and it was all I knew. But many years ago now, I came to my senses, cut out the sugar (it wasn’t easy at first, but worth the effort) and got my taste buds back. I can now appreciate the infinite subtle nuances in the flavours between different types which makes it worth the effort of making a proper brew. It’s just like the differences you find between wines.
Mind you, I cheated with this one, instead of getting the pot out, I just put a heaped teaspoonful of leaves in a tea strainer and poured the boiling water over it and into the cup. Probably not the perfectionists way, but is ok when it’s just me. You’ll notice I did drag the posh china out for the occasion though. Well….you can’t drink proper tea from a mug now, can you?
Here’s a bit of Soca to get you going with a smile this morning.
I first heard this in Tobago a few years ago. We were at a beach party drinking copious amounts of rum punch and dancing in the sand on the most beautiful secluded beach you’ve ever seen. I was particularly happy as, somewhat amazingly, I’d won the limbo competition (prize….more rum…) It was a perfect day and hearing this reminds me of how much we danced and laughed and generally had an amazingly good time. It’s been making me dance and laugh and sing along ever since, I defy you not to do the same! Enjoy…
Well, I saw this prompt and thought ‘yeah, that’s doable’, although when I came to think about it, last week wasn’t a particularly cheery one. Nevertheless, I think these five songs are fairly representative, in a rather literal way!!
- Walking the Dog – Rufus Thomas: well, I do that every day, rain or shine, bad foot or no, otherwise Suki starts climbing the walls!
- Give me Novocaine – Greenday: Had an injection in my foot on Friday, and I now have an attack of the Shingles, not in anyway related but both really ouchy!
- At the Car Wash – Rose Royce: Yep, went there with husband in his car, not mine. Mine is still mangled after the prang I had the week before. It needs a bit of Novacaine too 😦
- Born to Lose – Ray Charles: Sat and watched the Australian open final in its entirety on Saturday morning (well, I had a badly foot!). Was really hoping Andy Murray would do it this time, and he was playing superbly for a bit, but eventually had a melt down, and was ‘bagelled’ in the last set (6/0) d’oh!
- So Tired by The Kinks – works on two levels – I am indeed very tired, thanks to the Shingles virus and some strong painkillers, and also tired of waiting for a parcel to arrive…
Hope your week was a better one!