tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83348557121100316542024-02-07T02:19:30.151+00:00...all the bright day...alice chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969805206040091585noreply@blogger.comBlogger271125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334855712110031654.post-60368157614852264042017-04-21T11:47:00.000+01:002017-04-21T11:56:34.200+01:00work worries<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">The Lion of Knidos (c. 350-200 BC), British Museum</span></i></div>
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The Head of the Research Group is on the warpath after a recent visit to the British Museum.<br />
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<i>"The labels on the displays are quite inadequate. I cannot understand it. There should be accurate geological details. Surely everyone wants to know the provenance of the materials. There are some rocks which are so characteristic that you can identify which quarry they originated from. Why is that information not on the labels?"</i><br />
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MrsM drafts a letter in her head<br />
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<i>"Dear British Museum..." </i>alice chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969805206040091585noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334855712110031654.post-7963924868657444572017-04-20T00:01:00.000+01:002017-04-21T12:33:06.130+01:00a new mantra<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">The Magpie<br />
Claude Monet (1868-9)</span></i></div>
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<i>"Stay Frosty" </i>is the catch phrase of <span style="color: red;">Claude Taylor</span>, one of the tireless commentators on the #TrumpRussia Twitter campaign. It also seems sensible advice if you are in the U.K. for the next seven weeks.</div>
alice chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969805206040091585noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334855712110031654.post-47288330216854795692017-03-31T18:44:00.000+01:002017-03-31T18:49:49.622+01:00in a while<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Busy, busy.<br />
Things to do.</div>
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People to see.<br />
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Laterz.<br />
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alice chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969805206040091585noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334855712110031654.post-53629654562264700332017-03-30T00:01:00.000+01:002017-04-21T12:02:21.642+01:00hindsight 20/20<div style="text-align: center;">
MasterM could not join us at the picnic</div>
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because he was running a marathon.</div>
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Not just any old marathon</div>
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but up and down the coastal footpath</div>
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from Lulworth Cove to Shell Bay. </div>
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The <a href="https://votwo.co.uk/products/jurassic-coast-challenge"><span style="color: red;">Jurassic Coast Challenge </span></a>is 120 km </div>
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from Charmouth to Shell Bay.<br />
3 marathons in 3 days.</div>
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You have to be superfit to complete it.</div>
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MasterM ran on the last day</div>
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to support his friend <br />
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This is MasterM's pedometer for last week:</div>
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MasterM has never run a marathon before</div>
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but, as you can see from the pedometer,<br />
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He won't make that mistake again!</div>
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It was all in aid of <span style="color: red;"><a href="http://www.teamarchie.org/"><span style="color: red;">teamArchie</span></a>,</span></div>
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set up in memory of Archie Lloyd,<br />
inspiring and enabling young people,</div>
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helping them to fulfill their potential.</div>
alice chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969805206040091585noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334855712110031654.post-25020374806291016422017-03-29T00:01:00.000+01:002017-04-21T11:57:10.747+01:00cutting the cake<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When I tentatively suggested a big family picnic at Brentor on Mothering Sunday my brother and sisters got very excited and the whole project snowballed. I spent a lot of time imagining all the things that could go wrong but I shouldn't have worried - my family are picnic pros.</div>
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Five cars filled with aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents arrived at Brentor at the same time, a small miracle because one family drove up from Penzance and another family came down from Bristol. My father was given the task of scouting out the best place to sit and we all followed with armfuls of rugs, picnic hampers bursting with goodies and enough thermos flasks of coffee to set up a cafe.</div>
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We sat in the warm sunshine watching boy cousins climb on the rocks and girl cousins demonstrate their gymnastic prowess, sharing memories and enjoying each others company. Everyone had brought their favourite picnic food to share and so there was a feast of spinach quiche and salad, pasties, pork pies, baguettes and cheese, crunchy apples, flapjacks and party rings. At the end my mother cut her famous Dundee cake and for a happy moment it felt as though we had slipped back into our childhood.</div>
alice chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969805206040091585noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334855712110031654.post-11480441712812623372017-03-28T09:20:00.000+01:002017-04-21T12:19:56.461+01:00team photo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When your children are adults</div>
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the best gift of all is</div>
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presence.</div>
alice chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969805206040091585noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334855712110031654.post-50334954525690036772017-03-23T11:57:00.000+00:002017-04-21T12:03:01.168+01:00Wednesday 22 March<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I arrived at London Waterloo yesterday afternoon intending to walk to the National Gallery in Trafalgar Square before returning to the South Bank to meet a friend and go to a concert in the Royal Festival Hall. It is a very pleasant stroll across the Jubilee footbridge looking down the river towards Westminster and I used to do it every day when I worked in London.</div>
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As my train approached the platform I could see that the entrance of St. Thomas's Hospital A&E was crowded with ambulances and police cars and that traffic was stationary on surrounding roads. The air was resonating with the sounds of sirens and helicopters and when I reached the South Bank I discovered that the whole site was taped off and that it would not be possible to walk across the river. Behind me a police van was shouting at pedestrians and telling them to clear the area.</div>
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These are the things that I saw and heard and my question to you is what would you do next if you were in my situation? Would you find another route across the river and continue with your plans for the evening or return to Waterloo, a crowded train station. How would you get information about the safest place to be?</div>
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I turned to Twitter and read on @BBCBreaking that the incident was in Westminster so my alternative route was out of the question. @MetPoliceUk were giving advice on roads that were closed and it was apparent that the incident was very serious with a large cordon around Westminster Bridge. There was no evidence of coordinated attacks in other parts of London but I checked @southbankcentre and saw that the site had been closed on police advice. @LPOrchestra quickly confirmed that the concert was cancelled and so I could make the decision to return home. </div>
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In contrast, my friend chooses not to have a smart phone or use social media and apps and I realised how vulnerable she has made herself by rejecting changes to the way that information is shared. She was dependent on other people before she could make decisions about the safest course of action and because reception for analogue phones is poor when everyone else is using their phones it was difficult for her to keep in contact.</div>
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I learned two things yesterday:</div>
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1. You do not know when you will be in a fast moving security situation. It could be a train station, a concert hall, an airport, a shopping centre. Think about how you would access information to keep yourself safe. In my experience Twitter is the quickest way to get information from reliable sources so it is worth investing time to become familiar with how it works. </div>
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2. Always have a fully charged back up battery for your phone in your bag. If areas are cordoned off or transport stops you may be using your phone for several hours and your family will need reassurance that you are safe.<br />
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I hope that you are never in a situation where this advice is helpful but please be prepared so that you can make informed decisions and stay in touch with your family. </div>
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<i>This post is dedicated to those affected by the incident at Westminster on Wednesday 22 March and to the emergency services for their work protecting the people of London.</i></div>
alice chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969805206040091585noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334855712110031654.post-25817928330788635352017-03-23T00:01:00.000+00:002017-03-23T00:01:13.072+00:00impossible blossom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Almond Blossom, 1890</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Vincent Van Gogh (1853-1890)</span></i></div>
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<b>From Blossoms</b></div>
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comes nectar at the roadside, succulent </div>
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peaches we devour, dusty skin and all, </div>
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comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat. </div>
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not only the sugar, but the days, to hold </div>
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the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into </div>
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the round jubilance of peach. </div>
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impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.</div>
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Source: Rose (BOA Editions Ltd., 1986)</span></i></div>
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alice chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969805206040091585noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334855712110031654.post-10068989853537775842017-03-22T00:01:00.000+00:002017-04-21T12:36:37.117+01:00blossom report<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I can highly recommend taking photos of your garden first thing in the morning. It improves the mood. Especially if it is sunny. But only if there is no one to scold you for letting your porridge get cold. </div>
alice chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969805206040091585noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334855712110031654.post-85395993641091341482017-03-21T00:01:00.000+00:002017-03-21T00:01:14.827+00:00kimono envy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfHHYvKduW1QMMRdTbYr6u6Cza7lHwlipHm0ijErmApqOQ5-284eEojyfAD6mpPp6D8NItYdG8vOMBL4w8epxkyoPjCz098zMITeQOEBDMz14PLYIbSCN2BWcfdRRS0d3ZQ3hSwhdSQkdc/s1600/Japanese_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfHHYvKduW1QMMRdTbYr6u6Cza7lHwlipHm0ijErmApqOQ5-284eEojyfAD6mpPp6D8NItYdG8vOMBL4w8epxkyoPjCz098zMITeQOEBDMz14PLYIbSCN2BWcfdRRS0d3ZQ3hSwhdSQkdc/s640/Japanese_4.jpg" width="434" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Girl in a Red Kimono</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><i>George Hendrik Breitner (1857-1923)</i></i></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Japanese Print</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>William Merritt Chase (1849-1916)</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Lady with a Fan</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Charles Sprague Pearce (1851-1914)</i></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Goldfish</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Richard Edward Miller (1875-1943)</i></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Japanese Parisian</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Alfred Stevens (1823-1906)</i></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Silk Kimono</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><i>Lee Lufkin Kaula (1865 – 1957)</i></i></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Woman in Kimono</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Mary Brewster Hazelton</i></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">I will neither confirm nor deny that I have been researching antique kimonos with a view to purchase one of the aforementioned items. Any conversation that I might have had with MissM on the subject is entirely coincidental. Nothing can be inferred from the large number of images of kimonos on my laptop. MrM will testify that he is completely unaware of any intention related to imminent kimono purchase. </div>alice chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969805206040091585noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334855712110031654.post-86139242147926552932017-03-20T00:01:00.000+00:002017-04-21T12:05:32.732+01:00virtual sushi<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is not my sushi but I'm going to claim some of the credit because we gave MissM the vouchers for the <a href="http://www.waitrose.com/home/inspiration/waitrose_cookeryschool.html"><span style="color: red;">Waitrose Cookery School</span></a> at Christmas. After a very enjoyable session at Finchley Road she is now a Grand Sushi Master with black belt and knots. Unfortunately I had to restrict myself to drooling over the photo because the sushi was consumed by MissM and her flatmates. MissM is fired with enthusiasm and has persuaded me to enrol on a breadmaking course with her. There will be photos of me looking hot and covered in flour in your future. You have been warned.</div>
alice chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969805206040091585noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334855712110031654.post-66442126326720434652017-03-17T08:39:00.000+00:002017-03-19T18:38:22.027+00:00amaryllis<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Thank you for your friendship this week. I'm going to be spreading compost on the garden because that is what Tracey the Boot Camp Gardener has decreed so you can be sure that whatever you are doing is going to be somewhere above me on the scale of Weekend Fun. Enjoy your weekend!</i></div>
alice chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969805206040091585noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334855712110031654.post-18083406582985415452017-03-16T00:01:00.000+00:002017-03-16T09:43:11.914+00:00spring sunshine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj86ANnWN4fb9bILfJwjZiN020hANr3vD-b5Kg6WA6NUZQPglzj6sG2a4IzRUZ_iTzX-LKCpwqRbZnLkbXFIKHBVantP0IE8f2d5rz0QmK9iOSaTXGWV7FDtl1hy4OBS7vHfbZmxUOCz8RA/s1600/Wyeth_Light+Wash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj86ANnWN4fb9bILfJwjZiN020hANr3vD-b5Kg6WA6NUZQPglzj6sG2a4IzRUZ_iTzX-LKCpwqRbZnLkbXFIKHBVantP0IE8f2d5rz0QmK9iOSaTXGWV7FDtl1hy4OBS7vHfbZmxUOCz8RA/s640/Wyeth_Light+Wash.jpg" width="468" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">It was sunny on my day off! I hung out the pillow cases and watched them blow on the washing line, drank a mug of coffee and listened to a blackbird in the holly tree, admired the dayglo pink camellia flowers, looked carefully at the green buds on the cherry tree, gloated over bold patches of daffodils by the summer house and thought briefly about cutting the grass before putting on my sunglasses and going for a spin in the car with the sunshine roof open. By the time I came home winter had left the building.</div>alice chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969805206040091585noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334855712110031654.post-3914872715773682592017-03-15T00:01:00.000+00:002017-04-21T12:06:22.067+01:00emergency cake<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There are days when comfort food is essential.</div>
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Coffee cake.</div>
alice chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969805206040091585noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334855712110031654.post-22847162061225351102017-03-14T00:01:00.000+00:002017-04-21T12:06:36.197+01:00meanwhile...MasterM and Drummond the horse are getting on just fine.<br />
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MrsM is delighted to receive this aquatic action shot but MrM looks slightly faint and goes off to check the insurance policy for clauses excluding <i>'phones dropped into rivers within ten days of purchase'</i>. </div>
alice chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969805206040091585noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334855712110031654.post-15726322376310456192017-03-13T00:01:00.000+00:002017-04-21T12:07:08.595+01:00diverse dinosaurs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1aK-qL8_9FfuVQ4qkarpWZSRNkophyfIlcCpSol7fexRoSixUzDjgtSddkPmWl852BLLeEnnrc5tQzCROtd9Z4D3sMgwKI5_ZWjHwlmZYJGovaaivUhcHQYq-_1KNYuUZf2fNkdhkAv-s/s1600/20170309_095235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1aK-qL8_9FfuVQ4qkarpWZSRNkophyfIlcCpSol7fexRoSixUzDjgtSddkPmWl852BLLeEnnrc5tQzCROtd9Z4D3sMgwKI5_ZWjHwlmZYJGovaaivUhcHQYq-_1KNYuUZf2fNkdhkAv-s/s640/20170309_095235.jpg" width="640" height="376" /></a></div><br />
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Why are there paper dinosaurs in reception?<br />
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<b>Office Manager</b><br />
There was a Diversity meeting last night.<br />
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How lovely! What could be nicer than paper dinosaurs?<br />
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Cake would be nicer than paper dinosaurs.</div>alice chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969805206040091585noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334855712110031654.post-56980812605244042832017-03-11T18:33:00.001+00:002017-04-21T12:08:12.962+01:00snow petals<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I can see the white camellia when I open the curtains in the morning. Day by day I watch the buds grow fat, willing them to stay closed until the danger of frost has passed. Now the slender branches bend with the weight of flowers and I am astonished. Was there ever such a year, such a reckless abundance, such a storm of snow petals? </div>
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Apologies for absence over past few days - sometimes I try to do too much and my body protests. It is probably a hangover from my brush with meningitis and is very annoying but over the years I have put together a plan of action which starts with <i>"stop doing stuff (including writing) and get some sleep"</i>. So I wrap myself up in my Donegal blanket, lie on the sofa, and remind myself that it is better to suffer from having too much fun than too little. </div>
alice chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969805206040091585noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334855712110031654.post-15160328973433884222017-03-07T00:00:00.000+00:002017-03-07T08:29:39.377+00:00daffodils in a jug<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>"I wish that you could see the wild daffodils in the woods but it is so wet today that it wouldn't be much fun. The daffodils in the orchard have come out very early - just look at that selection in the jug - but I am afraid that there won't be any for Easter which is such a shame. Come and look at my hellebores - if you stand just here you can see them without getting your feet wet. I'm definitely going to plant some more for next year - they seem to like it in that spot. Now stay there because I'm going out to dig up some snowdrops for you to take home. I have been moving them around this year so that they flower in the right places where I can see them next year. And what do you think of my camellias? These are the ones that I have grown from seed - I don't know if they are going to flower this year but I'm keeping my fingers crossed. "</i></div>
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My mother is always looking forward enthusiastically to the next season, the next year. It is the life-enhancing characteristic of real gardeners. </div>
alice chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969805206040091585noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334855712110031654.post-12896637360874014692017-03-02T00:01:00.000+00:002017-04-21T12:08:12.957+01:00carpe Iris<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUlzghCsKt7MwMPug16E8j0JKu9fIr-ig0BHPgo0pI2M8D0_UjV8RgebT89LV5i_ixi55Msb0RAD-urHZfQQn2BECNWWfXAFsobe4POdgD1Sjk9-U22LMSaL5yl9ZXdyBdlZE1zGTx4hKS/s1600/20170301_094316_sq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="572" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUlzghCsKt7MwMPug16E8j0JKu9fIr-ig0BHPgo0pI2M8D0_UjV8RgebT89LV5i_ixi55Msb0RAD-urHZfQQn2BECNWWfXAFsobe4POdgD1Sjk9-U22LMSaL5yl9ZXdyBdlZE1zGTx4hKS/s640/20170301_094316_sq.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">Seriously, you turn your back for one moment and the next thing you know the Iris are in full bloom. Not that I'm objecting but I would have preferred to appreciate the process a bit more. A petal here and there rather than an overnight explosion. But now they are here I'm committed to full time Iris appreciation. Can't waste a moment because they'll be over if I blink. <br />
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<i>(And before you Classical types get angsty I can confirm that the correct accusative form of Iris is Iris because I checked with MrM.)</i> </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">MissM and MrsM went to watch <i>'The Sleeping Beauty'</i> at Covent Garden last week. They clapped as loud as anyone when the divine Marianela Nuñez completed the <span style="color: red;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uoHuTUo6_l4"><span style="color: red;">Rose Adagio</span></a> </span>and swooned ever so slightly at the sight of <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6I_vJoFQp4"><span style="color: red;">Vadim Muntagirov</span></a> doing jetés. Kristen McNally was commendably Gothic as Carabosse and MrsM's secret passion for <a href="http://dancetabs.com/2015/11/james-hay-royal-ballet-first-soloist/"><span style="color: red;">James Hay</span></a> remains undimmed. All in all a very satisfactory night out at the ballet.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">MissM and MrsM were particularly impressed by the bouquets received by La Nuñez. One was the size of a small garden and must have required an individual delivery van. Somewhere in London there is a wholesale florist planning a family holiday in the Bahamas. </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Dancer with a Bouquet of Flowers</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Edgar Degas</span></i></div>alice chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969805206040091585noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334855712110031654.post-43978764832030968872017-02-28T00:01:00.000+00:002017-02-28T11:00:58.762+00:00Raising Horizons<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Dr <a href="https://toriherridge.com/"><span style="color: red;">Tori Herridge</span></a> is a palaeobiologist specialising in researching extinct dwarf elephants. When I met Tori in 2012 I was very impressed by her ability to communicate her research with passion and glad to see her subsequently feature in several TV science programmes. Tori went on to co-found <a href="http://trowelblazers.com/"><span style="color: red;">Trowelblazers</span></a> with three friends, using social media to raise the profile of previous generations of female scientists. Using crowd sourcing they have pieced together an online database to ensure that the contributions of these women scientists are recorded and it is humbling to realise how many have been prevented from getting the recognition they deserved.</div>
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Last week I visited the first Trowelblazers exhibition <a href="http://blogs.nature.com/aviewfromthebridge/2017/02/15/raising-horizons/?WT.mc_id=TWT_NatureNews"><span style="color: red;">Raising Horizons</span></a> which was hosted by the Geological Society in Burlington House and loved the clever collaboration with a portrait photographer. Stunning images of representatives of the current generation of female scientists dressed as one of their predecessors looked down over the staid library of the Geological Society. The labels describing the portraits were fascinating, giving details of both the historic and contemporary scientist. The picture below describes Dr Rachel Bynoe dressed as Honor Frost, a pioneer of underwater archaeology, and this was of particular interest to me because when I worked in the British Academy I was close to the office of the Honor Frost Foundation.</div>
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I have worked as administrator for several remarkable women scientists: archaeologists, geologists and palaeogeographers. I have seen how committed they are to their research despite the challenges that they face in a working environment that is still male dominated. I am grateful to Trowelblazers for acting as advocates for these women and for the generations of women scientists whose work was unrecognised or attributed to male colleagues.</div>
alice chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969805206040091585noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334855712110031654.post-74635178784009497252017-02-27T00:01:00.000+00:002017-02-28T11:02:07.994+00:00happy hour<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The weekend started with cocktails at<br />
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It's almost worth going just for the flowers.<br />
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MasterM's cocktail arrived in<br />
a cloud of dry ice.<br />
Which we all agreed was pretty cool.<br />
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MrsM chose the 'Hairthief' cocktail<br />
with a dash of absinthe.<br />
And regretted it on Saturday morning.</div>
alice chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969805206040091585noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334855712110031654.post-6789095779730829822017-02-23T00:01:00.000+00:002017-02-23T00:01:01.192+00:00XXXV<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You know those long arm IG photos of bouquets? I used to think they were easy. Turns out I was wrong. Or perhaps my arms are unusually short. Also, one handed phone photos? Don't do it if you want to retain your sanity. But when I get a surprise bouquet from MrM because it is 35 years since we met for the first time - well, I am going to do those things anyway.</div>
alice chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16969805206040091585noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334855712110031654.post-31765044877580056452017-02-22T00:01:00.000+00:002017-02-22T00:01:00.150+00:00message for Santa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Molly Longlegs</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">George Stubbs 1762</span></i></div>
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MasterM is having riding lessons.</div>
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<b>MasterM</b></div>
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Just done our first bit of jumping today!</div>
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Very cool! I want a horse for Christmas!</div>
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<b>MrsM</b></div>
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I will tell Santa.</div>
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<b>MrM</b></div>
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It's not going to happen.</div>
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MasterM will have to be so good</div>
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that it will seriously cramp his style.<br />
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<i><a href="http://www.liverpoolmuseums.org.uk/walker/exhibitions/stubbs/horses/mollylonglegs.aspx"><span style="color: red;">Walker Art Gallery</span></a></i></div>
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