Shop door; further thoughts.

Having thought about it, and having conversed with my occasionally sensible brother I am thinking that maybe a door that opens both ways would not be so good. The main reason for this is that if there is someone standing on one side of it who is about to open the door one way, and someone on the other side opens it the other way, then one of them will get a surprise and maybe a donk on the nose. This could lead to not happy customers, which would not be so good for business. A solution could be a revolving door, but as one who suffers from mild claustrophobia (due to a childhood dream involving a drinks bottle spout) I am not a huge fan of revolving doors. Maybe an 'in' and an 'out' door is the way to go.

Rather Dull

Today for my tea I had baked beans and pancakes. I did not have these together, I ate the baked beans while I was cooking the pancakes. Also while I was cooking the pancakes Delilah by Tom Jones came on the radio, I turned it up loud and danced and sang a lot to it. As I made the pancakes I put them in a tray in the oven that was slightly turned on to keep them warm until I was ready to eat them. To eat each pancake I put the filling in and then rolled it up and then picked it up with my fingers and ate it all up. That is all with the exception of numbers 4 and 5 which I rolled up and then ate with a spoon.

This is what I had on my pancakes:

1. Peanut Butter and Maple Syrup. I really quite like Peanut Butter, and I am learning to like Maple Syrup. Together on a pancake they made a great combination. I would give this filling 7.8 out of 9.
2. Not Just Any Lemon Curd and Bog Standard Plain Yogurt. This was proper gorgeous. At this moment I thought things could not get better. If I had rated it at that exact moment I would've given it a 9 out of 9. In retrospect I think it should have a 8.6 out of 9.
3. Strawberry Jam and Plain Yogurt. This was even better than number 2. As I ate number 2 I thought nothing could be better than it, but this little number proved me wrong. I got no lumps in the jam, I think if there had've been a big lump it might have very rather spoiled it. This one received a top score of 8.9 out of 9.
4. Lemon Juice (fresh from the lemon) and Soft Brown Sugar (fairly traded). This was as tasty as any pancakeswith fresh lemon juice and soft brown sugar, proper tasty and all that. I give a score of 8.5 out of 9.
5. Same filling as number 4. This time with a rating of 8.4 out of 9 because the pancake was a little bit cooler.
6. Not Just Any Lemon Curd, Strawberry Jam and Plain Yogurt. I had no more new fillings to try at this point, so I thought back through the other fillings I had just had, and decided to combine the two best ones. For the first two and a half bites I thought that maybe I had made a big mistake, but for the rest of the culinary delight, I realised that no mistake had been made, but instead I had made a Thing of Great Delight. I ate it all up. I give this one a tip top score of 9 out of 9.

As I was eating these pancakes I had Hollyoaks on. It was either a bit of a dull episode or the pancakes were very good, because I can't really remember what happened in it.

If you have read all of that and found it Rather Dull I have no sympathy, the clue was in the entry title.

Shop door

I was just thinking that if I ever owned a shop or restaurant or such like I think I would have a door that opened both ways, I feel that that would make it a whole lot easier for people using said door.

Hidey Seek

We had a lot of fun playing Hidey Seek on Saturday. Me and Paul had had a sneaky game on Friday, but that was not as much fun as Saturdays game because on the Saturday game me and Paul and Steve and Dad played. It started when me and Dad got back from seeing the rather fantastic London Community Gospel Choir. I won three of the four games, and unfortunately lost the other game badly. My bestest hiding place was on the window sill in Steve's room. I had to stand a bit funny to fit on and not make the curtains stick out, but it was worth the funny standing. Dad was hiding in a cupboard in the next room. At one point he broke the cupboard a bit, and another point he did a big fart. I had to try very hard not to laugh when I heard both these things happen because it would have given away my hiding place. Paul was seeking for this game. Paul did possibly the best hiding place of all. It was the game I was seeking for, and I had to give up because I could not see him anywhere. He had hidden in the under stairs cupboard, right up in the corner kind of behind the shoe storage with a blanket over him (it is where the blanket is normally kept so it just looked like the blanket was there as normal). He had also pulled the hoover (it is really a hoover made by hoover, so by saying hoover I am not using a brand name to describe a generic sucking device, I am actually calling it by its proper make name) back into its normal place so it didn't look like anyone had gone in there. It was a good hidey place. Steve was the very worst, all the times he hid part of him was sticking out (at one point his whole head was not in his hidey place), which made him very easy to find. If I have spoken to you at all since Saturday night you will have already heard this story, I am not sorry you have heard it twice for I am sure you will agree it is a lovely story. The end.

Further injury

To add the the overly bruised knee, I bit my tongue last night. It now has two lovely teeth marks in it and a couple of bits of flappy skin. I also feel quite sick today and have a headache, I am hoping that is just tiredness causing those two things, and not some bug or such like.

Completely unrelated, but a few weeks ago Paul and I realised that neither of us ever remember what out blog www dot is, but we do remember our friends so we go there and use the handy link they have to our blog whenever we want to post/find out what the other one is doing. So thank you hayleycornwell.com for having an easy to remember interweb address thingy.

Bruises

I have five bruises on my right knee. I only know how I got one of them. Where have the other four come from? They are all in the general vicinity of the knee cap. I do generally bruise easily, but think that maybe I should've noticed bumping myself five times.

Sometimes people are not useful

I had not told someone something as it would be rather unuseful for them to know this piece of information at this point in time (although they would need to know it at some point in the future). There were only three people who knew this piece of information. One of them told the person that I had chosen not to tell as it would be unuseful for them to know it at this point in time. Now I have to explain why I hadn't told them, and tell them more of the information than they would have needed to know when I was going to choose to tell them because this other person has told them some of the information. People!

I need someone to do nothing with!

I found a website today that is advertising a CD of traditional nursery rhyme tunes with Christan words so that teaching children about Jesus is made much easier! In fairness it looks rather twee, but on the blog type bit of the website I did find this poem by Hazel Butler that sums up some of my thinking these days


I need someone to do nothing with!
To sit and just to be.
Someone who’ll accept me,
The simple, no-frills, me.
Someone who spots the difference
‘Tween grunts, a gasp, a moan;
Who knows when they should comment
And when to leave alone.

I need someone to pass the T-towel,
To turn the last light off;
Someone I hear breathing
Or give the slightest cough.
Someone who loves the silence
That sits between us both –
A mark of understanding,
Acceptance of our sloth!

I need someone who’s not frenetic
Or striving to achieve,
Not madly energetic
From morning until eve.
Someone who’ll smell the roses,
Light a candle, spot a shrew,
And boil two cobs for dinner –
‘Enough for me and you!’

I need someone to do nothing with,
Communicating love,
Accepting of the silence,
That frees my mind to rove ;
Exploring scraps of nonsense,
Inconsequential thought,
The dust that’s on the table
Or stuff that I have bought.

I need someone who knows the meaning
Of every breath exhaled ;
A groan that marks frustration
With plans that somehow failed.
A sigh of satisfaction,
Or a funny little thought,
A gasp ‘cos I’ve forgotten
To do something that I ought!

I need someone, when the day is done,
And crowd has been dispersed,
The celebration’s over,
And I’m looking at my worst,
Someone to do nothing with,
To unwind and relax;
To chew the details over
Of the feelings and the facts.

When I kick the slippers off my feet
And sink into the chair,
Someone to do nothing with
Is what I need right there!

Some days.

Some days I cope quite well with this life malarkey, and most things go tikkety boo. Other days I don't cope quite so well and fall apart a little bit. Today was a falley apart day. I didn't realise quite how much of a falley apart day until I made a drink in a Pyrex jug instead of a mug, and didn't realise my mistake until the drink had been made. Oh dear.

This weekend had some fun moments

This weekend I was in Ipswich. It had some fun moments. They included:

Barn dancing
Going to Felixstowe with bruv 3
Clearing out a cupboard at an old work place
An 80's disco
Eating a jacket potato
Jumping on a bouncy castle
Watching Shaun the Sheep
Chatting with people I hadn't seen for a couple of months
Being told I was missed (although I do always find it slightly strange being told I am missed when I was fairly undervalued in the place I was missed, if what I was doing was of value enough to now be missed, why did no-one make it known it was of value when I was doing it. Hmmm)
Hearing a good speaker man (the only church type person I've seen who has catered for all learning styles and preferences)
A cracking afternoon nap
Two fun pub nights
Good leek and potato soup
Top worship
Some people who don't normally talk to me talking to me
Making up a dance
Tea with Steve

Some things that were not really as much fun:

Mothering Sunday
Being ignored by some people
Consequences of a great pub night
Aches from dancing
Not having a conversation that might have been helpful if it had taken place (although I was not sure what I think about the conversation that might have been helpful, so I couldn't really initiate it)
A minister who does not listen
Not sleeping well
Mad weather while journeying
Not seeing Paul

From this we can deduce there was more fun things than not so fun things. Isn't that lovely.