50 Day Meme Challenge 2014 - Day 28
Dec. 9th, 2014 12:02 pm28) A favourite memory with a sibling?
Oh many - but as it is this wonderful time of the year, I might as well write about the ill-fated Christmas cakes.
Christmas Cake 1 - P1 was about 2 years old and I was living back with my mother. She was due to go out to a do and asked me to mind the baking of the Christmas cake. I used the timer, periodically tested it - all was fine with the world. My sister comes in and is on a 'Chicken Soup' diet, brews up this rubbery-smelling broth....then turns the cooker off. I come down 1.5 hours later and have heart failure, when I look at the stopped dial. We both peer into the oven, to find that the cake has sunk and was the cake equivalent of Delabole Slate Quarry. However it had at least baked and so with a flash of inspiration, I turned it upside down, smothered it in apricot jam and marzipaned the bugger before Madame came home. She didn't suss, until she took a slice on Christmas Day, then demanded to know why we had a concave cake.
Christmas Cake 2 - My mother's old house was really cold and damp and icing the cake was a nightmare. It sweated like Nixon and not solidify. My sister (note these things happen when she is around) recently had a hairdryer for her brithday - so we decided to blow dry the cake. Sister put it on the wrong setting and blows it OFF the cake and up the wall. We wet ourselves laughing.
Christmas Cake 3 - Mum knew that Hubby didn't like Christmas cake icing and offered to ice it with white chocolate. She bought what she thought was the correct chocolate and left things til last minute - only to find late on Christmas Eve that she had bought MILK chocolate. Talk about sulk! She iced it, with bottom lip poking out. I had made a thumb-sized FIMO Santa and put him on a pair of KitKat skis. Mum sulked even more, claiming that "It just looks like Santa has taken a s**t all over my Christmas cake!!" Sister just kept laughing at her. I sieved some icing sugar over the top, exclaiming brightly, "Look, it's just snowed - problem averted!" Mum in foul mood as sister just points and laughs at the 'Santa Poo' cake.
Oh many - but as it is this wonderful time of the year, I might as well write about the ill-fated Christmas cakes.
Christmas Cake 1 - P1 was about 2 years old and I was living back with my mother. She was due to go out to a do and asked me to mind the baking of the Christmas cake. I used the timer, periodically tested it - all was fine with the world. My sister comes in and is on a 'Chicken Soup' diet, brews up this rubbery-smelling broth....then turns the cooker off. I come down 1.5 hours later and have heart failure, when I look at the stopped dial. We both peer into the oven, to find that the cake has sunk and was the cake equivalent of Delabole Slate Quarry. However it had at least baked and so with a flash of inspiration, I turned it upside down, smothered it in apricot jam and marzipaned the bugger before Madame came home. She didn't suss, until she took a slice on Christmas Day, then demanded to know why we had a concave cake.
Christmas Cake 2 - My mother's old house was really cold and damp and icing the cake was a nightmare. It sweated like Nixon and not solidify. My sister (note these things happen when she is around) recently had a hairdryer for her brithday - so we decided to blow dry the cake. Sister put it on the wrong setting and blows it OFF the cake and up the wall. We wet ourselves laughing.
Christmas Cake 3 - Mum knew that Hubby didn't like Christmas cake icing and offered to ice it with white chocolate. She bought what she thought was the correct chocolate and left things til last minute - only to find late on Christmas Eve that she had bought MILK chocolate. Talk about sulk! She iced it, with bottom lip poking out. I had made a thumb-sized FIMO Santa and put him on a pair of KitKat skis. Mum sulked even more, claiming that "It just looks like Santa has taken a s**t all over my Christmas cake!!" Sister just kept laughing at her. I sieved some icing sugar over the top, exclaiming brightly, "Look, it's just snowed - problem averted!" Mum in foul mood as sister just points and laughs at the 'Santa Poo' cake.
50 Day Meme Challenge 2014 - Day 27
Dec. 8th, 2014 12:25 pm27) What is to the right of you?
My desk is an absolute mess at the moment. It goes something like this : book A History of English Literature; another book Dickens In His Time; FdA English Studies Diary Year 2; a book stand; 2 scarves and a pair of fingerless gloves (it can get cold in here); a folder and 2 ongoing assignment folders.
Oh and this place mat.

My desk is an absolute mess at the moment. It goes something like this : book A History of English Literature; another book Dickens In His Time; FdA English Studies Diary Year 2; a book stand; 2 scarves and a pair of fingerless gloves (it can get cold in here); a folder and 2 ongoing assignment folders.
Oh and this place mat.

50 Day Meme Challenge 2014 - Day 26
Dec. 7th, 2014 11:39 am26) Things you have in common with your parents?
Reading, murals/bold art statements, appreciation for classical music and geology, open-mindedness (Mum); writing, collecting knives and swords, appreciation for specifically mediaeval music and history, caustic sense of humour (Dad). Red wine = both LOL :-)
Reading, murals/bold art statements, appreciation for classical music and geology, open-mindedness (Mum); writing, collecting knives and swords, appreciation for specifically mediaeval music and history, caustic sense of humour (Dad). Red wine = both LOL :-)
50 Day Meme Challenge 2014 - Day 24
Dec. 5th, 2014 12:49 pm24) Have you met anyone through Tumblr that you'd like to meet in real life?
I have a Tumblr account but don't use it, therefore not accrued any followers. Any other platform such as LJ/Word Press/Flickr - I would love to meet some of the lovely LJers, but we are all so scattered and therefore unlikely to meet up. I have to be content with their warming online presence. Most of the people on Facebook are ones I know personally and see on a regular basis.
I have a Tumblr account but don't use it, therefore not accrued any followers. Any other platform such as LJ/Word Press/Flickr - I would love to meet some of the lovely LJers, but we are all so scattered and therefore unlikely to meet up. I have to be content with their warming online presence. Most of the people on Facebook are ones I know personally and see on a regular basis.
50 Day Meme Challenge 2014 - Day 23
Dec. 4th, 2014 11:37 am23) Where is the farthest from home that you've gone?
China 2007 and I would really love to go back there again --------> Click this link
China 2007 and I would really love to go back there again --------> Click this link
50 Day Meme Challenge 2014 - Day 22
Dec. 3rd, 2014 12:23 pm22) Do you have a favourite ghost story? What about a personal ghost story?
There are a few popular ones in the village where I live - like the ghost of a young woman and child who drowned on our local beach over a century ago and supposedly is seen and heard (dressed in white, like every apparition in ghost stories) crying for her child and that there was the ghost of an old woman who was seen out in her nightie, calling her cat, conveniently wandering in front of the local branchline train. When I was a kid, I had a friend who used to live right by the church, where the blacksmiths used to be. She swore blind that she saw his ghost with his face smashed by a horse that had lashed out; plus she told me that the diamond-shaped portrait inside the church would move and spin at night and she had seen it.
All fanciful stuff, but it scares you half to death when you are a kid.
There are a few popular ones in the village where I live - like the ghost of a young woman and child who drowned on our local beach over a century ago and supposedly is seen and heard (dressed in white, like every apparition in ghost stories) crying for her child and that there was the ghost of an old woman who was seen out in her nightie, calling her cat, conveniently wandering in front of the local branchline train. When I was a kid, I had a friend who used to live right by the church, where the blacksmiths used to be. She swore blind that she saw his ghost with his face smashed by a horse that had lashed out; plus she told me that the diamond-shaped portrait inside the church would move and spin at night and she had seen it.
All fanciful stuff, but it scares you half to death when you are a kid.
50 Day Meme Challenge 2014 - Day 18
Nov. 30th, 2014 12:10 pm19) How do you deal with anger?
I sit in my car, in a hillside layby and go "Nurrrgggggagggghhhh!!!" I don't even get out of the car to do that, lest I freak out a passer-by or indeed a herd of freesians.
It would look a little like this.....
Gotta love Dr Joel Fleischman and I so miss Northern Exposure.
I sit in my car, in a hillside layby and go "Nurrrgggggagggghhhh!!!" I don't even get out of the car to do that, lest I freak out a passer-by or indeed a herd of freesians.
It would look a little like this.....
Gotta love Dr Joel Fleischman and I so miss Northern Exposure.
50 Day Meme Challenge 2014 - Day 17
Nov. 28th, 2014 12:20 pm17) What is the first instrument that you learnt to play (if any)?
The recorder- I was 6 years old, tunes like Three Blind Mice, Summer Goodbye, then I progressed on to Celtic/Mediaeval music on a tin whistle. I don't play music anymore - I taught myself to play the flute, but stopped.
I'd like to learn to play the bodhran and would like to get my hands on a hapi drum
The recorder- I was 6 years old, tunes like Three Blind Mice, Summer Goodbye, then I progressed on to Celtic/Mediaeval music on a tin whistle. I don't play music anymore - I taught myself to play the flute, but stopped.
I'd like to learn to play the bodhran and would like to get my hands on a hapi drum
50 Day Meme Challenge 2014 - Day 13
Nov. 24th, 2014 12:01 pm13) Do you have a hero/someone you look up to? If so, who?
Not heroes, but fellow English afficionados, yes. I have been really lucky with my lecturers. My main lecturer is a right fire cracker and would make a cardboard box interesting. I like how she challenges us - she really gets the best out of her students.
There is another brilliant lecturer at Plymouth, who is swamped by students wanting to attend her lectures - hugely inspirational. There is also a student who recently got his first, who read my first draft Brave New World document for TH2. He advised me on several points and I was blown away by his intellect.
Not heroes, but fellow English afficionados, yes. I have been really lucky with my lecturers. My main lecturer is a right fire cracker and would make a cardboard box interesting. I like how she challenges us - she really gets the best out of her students.
There is another brilliant lecturer at Plymouth, who is swamped by students wanting to attend her lectures - hugely inspirational. There is also a student who recently got his first, who read my first draft Brave New World document for TH2. He advised me on several points and I was blown away by his intellect.