Friday, 24 October 2014

The Dreaded Sunday Clock Fiasco



The family know to keep out of my way,
It’s the end of October again.
If you ask me the time, I won’t know what to say.
Greenwich Meantime has messed with my brain.

The Sunday fiasco begins with a groan.
Is it eight o’clock, seven or nine?
My alarm clock apparently changed on its own.
I’m just grateful my watch is still mine.

It feels like it’s lunchtime but no one is sure.
Am I early or am I too late?
I’ve decided a real early night is the cure
Cause my body clock’s in such a state.




This is not just my way of saying that the clocks go back this Sunday. It truly is how I feel. I obviously have a very sensitive body clock. It’s a good job I don’t have to do regular commutes to the US!

Is it just me?




Sunday, 19 October 2014

How do all our memories fit in?

I've been doing a bit of yoga recently, trying to clear my head, put some good thoughts there and remove some of the worries. This has got me thinking about our thoughts and our memories. What makes memories linger in our brain? I'm not talking about bad memories here, not today. I'm just talking about the good ones, the kind that can be replayed over and over in your head, the kind that can take you to a better place when you're feeling fed up.

What amazes me is that there seems to be no limit to how many memories any one brain can hold. The popular image of a memory is that of a filing cabinet, where each memory is stored away in some kind of sensible order. That's how I like to think about mine anyway and it will come as no surprise to my blog friends that a lot of my memories appear to be filed away under the heading of 'pop songs'. It's not only music that can bring memories to life, though. Smells, tastes, even colours can be evocative of times past.

I remember from my GCE Biology (yes, they were called GCEs in those days before GCSEs had been invented!) ...I remember that memories are stored in the hippocampus but that doesn't help me to understand how it works because the hippocampus is a very small part of the brain. How do all the memories fit in? I also remember learning that the average brain weighs about 3 lbs and 80% of that is made up of water. Mum helped me to revise Biology and we did it so well that a lot of this stuff is still stored in my memory. Why is it not overflowing?

What's more, our memories can be 'jogged'. Go to a reunion or meet up with an old friend and a whole file full of memories can be reopened. You start thinking about things you did all those years ago, things that you'd almost forgotten about, but now the memory has been 'jogged', they're as vivid as if they happened yesterday.

Of course, the bad news is that our memories can start to lose their 'search facility' as we get older. That old chestnut of walking into a room and forgetting why you're there happens to most of us and it's apparently because by the time we reach 50 the connections between neurons in our brains are starting to show their age.

I'm not sure how scientifically effective it is but I'm doing my best to keep my brain active in the hope that it will maintain its full search facility functions for as long as possible. I play Bridge at least once a week and I play word games and do crosswords every day, although the Guardian cryptic crossword is much tougher these days than it used to be - humour me! It is tougher, isn't it?!

What do you do to keep your brain active?

Monday, 13 October 2014

Me and Richard III

We've Been Visiting Schools

For the last few weeks Richard III has been escorting me into local schools. I've been mainly talking to Year 4 and 5 classes (ages 9 to 11). My publisher, Lynn Moore from The Reading Shop has been coming with me too. We have an excellent partnership. I talk about The Children's Book of Richard III and she sells it.

Every school is different. Some have the children waiting in rows with pre-prepared questions. Others just slot me into their busy schedule.

Every class of children is different too. They each want to know about different aspects of the book. Today's children were really fascinated by the Princes in the Tower. Last week the children were more interested in the fact that Richard's body had been found beneath a Leicester City car park. The week before, I was quizzed about how I'd written the book and how it had been produced.

The children's questions are fascinating and funny in equal measure. Last week I was asked if I remember when Richard III was alive! The teacher assured me she would do some more work on maths awareness. This week I was asked if I personally believed Richard III to be a good or a bad King. Good question. I sat on the fence, as I have done in the book, but then admitted that, because I'd spent so much time writing about him, I had become really fond of him and was prepared to believe that all the bad press had come from Henry VII and the Tudors.

This was me this afternoon at a small village school just outside Leicester:


I'm pleased to say that the children do have one thing in common, they all want to buy a book.

If you'd like to buy a copy then please visit The Reading Shop website or if you're in the Leicester area then why not pop into the shop and support a local children's independent bookshop. It's on The Parade in Oadby.


Wednesday, 8 October 2014

Expressions of Exasperation...

...the kind that exasperate me

We all use them, those clichés that help us to 'let off steam' but what do they actually mean? Here are just a few examples.

Good Grief! How can grief ever be good? It makes no sense to me.

Good Lord! There are, no doubt, many Lords who are, indeed, good, but why do we have to shout out about their goodness when we're exasperated?

Gordon Bennet! Most people are aware that he was once a politician and I can understand why people might want to exclaim a politician's name when they feel exasperated but we could at least use a more up-to-date example. I can think of a few politicians from recent times who deserve this accolade but I won't name names.

Stone the crows! I like this one. It's not because I would ever stone a crow. They may be large, raucous birds but I wouldn't ever hurt one. It's because I imagine myself doffing a flat cap whilst saying it and adding, 'Cor blimey, Guvnor!'

Modern ones are every bit as exasperating as the older, well-worn examples above:

OMG or as Daughter tweeted the other day, OMGeeeeee. I suspect it was tweeted with a degree of irony, but even so!

What expressions of exasperation exasperate you?




Thursday, 2 October 2014

A Poem for National Poetry Day

My poems are often a tad light and fluffy but I thought I'd share this piece of free-verse with you. I'm always a bit wary of free-style poetry. I'm not good at writing without rules, so please don't be too judgemental. It's my offering for this year's National Poetry Day:

Sins of the Wedding Feast

Pride
The bride’s father beams                                                 
Contented guests
Real champagne
Smoked salmon canapés
Nothing but the best for his princess.

Lust
The best man drools
Her moist pink lips
Cream skin glimpsed
Beneath white lace
He’d have made a much better husband.

Greed
The groom fidgets
Lost appetite
Yet aches to feast
Upon her body
They’ll go once the speeches are over.

Envy
The bridesmaid pouts
Sees herself
At the alter
A man in tow
If only someone would ask her.

Gluttony
Cousin Albert gorges
Pies and puddings
Wine and lager
A bulging belly
You can’t let good food go to waste.

Wrath
Aunt Amelia tuts
Sat at the back
With the Smiths
What a disgrace
Who is responsible for this seating plan?

Sloth
The bride languishes
No more work
A monthly allowance
Cleaners, a gardener
She’s got a man to look after her now


Wednesday, 24 September 2014

Some questions, some apples and a large honey drizzler

Some blogger friendships have grown the more I blog, comment and tweet. Others were friends before blogs were ever invented. This is the case with my good friend, Bridget Blair from Thinking of the Days. She's a fascinating lady. Please do visit her blog.

I met Bridget many decades ago at The Leicester Writers' Club. We were even joint presidents for one manic year. This involved having to organise celebrity visits and we had great fun organising ours. I seem to remember that it included supper out for the two of us plus our 'celebrity', an agent from London and, if I'm not mistaken, Bridget got an invite to his London office. *sigh* Those were good days.

Several weeks ago Bridget challenged me to answer some questions here on my blog. In my usual cavalier way I've selected just four of them. So here goes:

1. What was the first band I ever saw perform live?

That was during the 'twist and shout' days of the early sixties. My friends introduced me to live concerts at Leicester's De Montfort Hall and I'm still going to the very same venue. In fact, I saw Joe Brown there two weeks ago and he still sparkles just like he always did! My first concert was to see Billy J. Kramer and the Dekotas. I'd read that his favourite colour was brown so I wore a fake suede brown skirt and jacket and I screamed all the way through the performance. *sigh* Those were indeed good days.

2.  What was the worst meal I ever cooked?

Bad memory. It was the first meal for my ex-husband. It was supposed to be fried eggs on toast but no one told me that you have to use oil in the pan and that you don't heat the pan for ten minutes on full power first! That caused our first of many rows. *sigh* Not all the days were good.

3.  You can only afford two courses so do you have a starter and main, or main and pudding?

No brainer. Main and pudding. How can anyone forgo a pudding?

4.  What's my favourite word in the English language?

I blogged about this in February 2010. It's serendipity, and I just reread my blog post I Don't Believe in Co-incidences and had to smile at my example of a serendipitous event. That lady who noticed my first ever tweet will be coming to a Lapidus Therapeutic Writing meeting here next month and she is still a dear friend.

Thank you, Bridget, for throwing those questions my way. They were fun, but I can't complete a blog today without mentioning apple and honey. This evening at sunset it will be the start of the Jewish Year 5775. (I love palindromic dates!) As usual we will see it in with apple dipped in honey. It truly is a delicious snack but, more importantly, it represents our wishes for a fruitful and sweet new year ahead. So, whenever you celebrate your new year, you might like to try the apple and honey tradition tonight and help us all to pray that this be the start of a peaceful as well as a happy and healthy twelve months. We're all on this earth together. Let's enjoy our time here.


Our first apple from our new apple tree


Tuesday, 16 September 2014

Leicester Through a Visitor's Eyes

It’s been yet another busy week but this time it wasn’t about work. My sister came to stay which is a rare treat as Sister is even more anxious than I am about travelling. This was our first proper visit together since our Mum died. Mum was greatly missed but it also meant that we had time to do some shopping and touristy things that we’ve not really done together since she left Leicester about 30 years ago.

Our Tourist Schedule:

Curve Theatre to see Barnum
Sister was surprised by the vast, bulging building that is our Curve theatre.  She reminisced about the days of The Haymarket Theatre. Sadly that theatre now stands empty. What a waste of a resource! Barnum was a bit slow in the first half, or maybe our expectations were too high, but we enjoyed our evening together and Sister went home with photographs to help her remember. (Like that children’s TV programme character, Mr Benn!)

Richard III

Leicester’s Medieval Area
Sister was amazed by all the preparations for Richard III’s reburial. Where there was once ordinary side street paving and a non-descript front to the Cathedral, the workmen are now creating tiled walkways between the Richard III Visitors’ Centre and the Cathedral and a landscaped garden complete with modern sculpture and statue of Richard III. The biggest change even shocked me. We went into the Cathedral for a quiet sit down only to find that the workmen have boarded off the Cathedral side chapels and the Choir while they excavate Richard’s final resting place. Sister went home with more photographs to help her remember.

Leicester’s High Cross Shopping Centre
Sister lives in a very small town on the South coast. It has only a few shops for ‘essentials only’. High Cross, therefore, provided a confusion as well as profusion of shops. Consequently, Sister went home with less money than she had when she arrived!

Singing and Chatting
We caterwauled our way through The Last Night of the Proms and it reminded me of when we were little. We used to make our Grandma and Great Aunts sit through ‘concerts’ every time we visited. They were very patient. And we chatted for hours about life and stuff. It’s good having a sister.

Down Side to the Visit
Many weeks ago, in order to make Sister’s journey a little easier, we said we would pick her up from Birmingham’s New Street Station. That wouldn't have been a problem if it hadn’t been for The Letter that we received only days before her arrival. The Letter was from the DVLA telling Mr A that they would not be renewing his driving licence due to eyesight issues. Before you ask, yes I can drive, but have you ever tried driving into Central Birmingham when you haven’t a clue where you’re going? It wasn’t a good experience… but I did it and, what’s more, I’m proud of myself!