Sometimes you just need something thrashy..
Come on Over – Royal Blood
Sometimes you just need something thrashy..
Come on Over – Royal Blood
Happy Friday! I’m so glad to get the end of another week, while I don’t like that the year seems to be flying by and technically after last weekend we’re moving into winter, I’m always pleased when I get to the end of a difficult work week. I have grand plans this weekend. I want to clear the front garden, (it’s not my job, the people downstairs should do it but I can’t stand how it looks at the moment!), go for a run, do some crafty things and the usual weekend tasks. On Sunday, Ma is coming over, with a car, to take the garden rubbish to the dump and then it’s all lunch and relaxation until Monday.
Meanwhile here is some stuff to read!
1) It’s a Labour party crisis, not an Ed Milliband one. I should be a natural Labour party supporter (and in fact used to be) but I’m not. Losing the support of me and people like me, should worry the Labour party but it doesn’t seem too.
3) Saturday jobs in retail. I managed one day in a clothes shop, really not me. After that I stuck to working the library (if I was independently wealthy, this would be my job of choice!), babysitting and once I’d turned 18 a Saturday job in a bookies, this was before the smoking ban and the relaxation of the laws on betting, by the end of the day, I smelt like an ashtray and if I ever develop lung cancel that job will be why, still the money was good!
4) Put water on the table at dinner times. I know that I’m old and was brought up in a different time, but when did this change? We drank loads of water when we were kids, adults seemed always to be saying “plenty of water in the tap” throughout my childhood. It’s funny how all the stuff they say you should do about feeding children, my mum just did, Ben and I spent most of the 80’s feeling seriously sugar deprived!
5) Miss Piggy was meant to be delicate and lovely. You mean she isn’t?
6) 30 things only anti-social people understand. Before it was the Irish goodbye, it was known, by my friends, as the ‘Dempsey disappearing act’, and yes there was that time I left the post exam sleepover celebration at 3am in my Grandad’s pyjamas..
7) Ann Coulter explains why so many people from the rest of the world hate Americans. All she really proves is that she’s an idiot that really, really doesn’t understand football and chooses call it un-American to cover up her ignorance. Also the French Revolution she mentions (and is generally scornful about) caused because of the money the French spent on supporting this guy…what was his name?….Oh, that’s right, George Washington. There’s a key from the Bastille hanging in the hall at Mount Vernon. Those that don’t understand their own history and pontificate on the history of other nations, without actually understanding any of it…what’s that word..idiot..
8) The US Supreme Court judgement on this will not ever trouble me. I had an abortion in the UK, I decided to go to the place I could have it soonest which was Essex on a Tuesday, what I didn’t know is that the anti abortion protesters only protested at this clinic on Tuesdays and Saturdays. We were mobbed. People shouted at me. A woman told me I was killing my baby. It was horrible. None of those people knew me or took the time to try and know me. They just called me a murderer. Most of them claimed to be Christian. I live in Ealing, there’s a clinic pretty much at the end of my road, I try not to walk past it on Saturdays or during Lent because it makes me so bloody angry! This is part of why.
…I’m not sure that I’d have anywhere to hang this in the flat but this is turning into this year’s work theme…

from dangerdust’s etsy shop, which is full of amazing stuff that was originally drawn on chalkboards.
Seasonal eating is something that I do to a certain extent, I don’t buy expensive, flavourless imported strawberries in winter but I would suffer if I could only eat a peppers in the summer, as it is I do eat less peppers in the winter but mostly because what I want to eat changes with the seasons. In summer, I tend to eat much more simply, instead of stews and soups, I lean more towards salads and cold things.
One of the best things about this seasonal change of appetite is that every winter and summer, I re-discover foods that I haven’t made or eaten for a year or so and this weekend it was the basic potato salad.
This weekend, Christelle came over and I hadn’t really planned on what to feed her, I had some potatoes that I’d planned to use in the week when friends came for dinner, that didn’t happen and it was too hot to use the oven just for my dinner. Christelle and I bought some nice ham, cheese and bread and I made this.
I was suddenly reminded of how good potato salad can be. I was at Adam and Kathy’s for barbecue yesterday evening and made it again to take as my contribution. It complemented pork and apple burgers perfectly and was a hit with the toddlers!
It’s also really simple. Cook some new potatoes (you may want to cut them in half or quarters) bung them in a bowl, chop a couple of spring onions in, some pepper, then a scoop of mayonnaise and an equal amount of wholegrain mustard. Mix it up, until the potatoes are coated, add more mayonnaise or mustard to taste. If you have an objection to mayonnaise that comes from a jar (I do not, I used Hellmans Light!) you can make your own.
That’s it, nothing fancy or complicated about it, just simple and easy and really good to eat in the summer.
Welcome to the new week. I hope you all had a good weekend and are refreshed and ready to start your week.
If you couldn’t have already guessed from my cheery greeting, I had a great weekend. It was that rare combination of getting everything done, seeing the people I like and having a rest. As a result, I feel good AND ready to face another busy work week.
I ate good food, cleaned the house, went for a run, found the time to paint my toenails and generally attend to my feet, I saw Christelle and Kathy and Adam (and the children, I read a lot of books).
Aims for this week, yoga every day, run twice and get to bed by 10pm every night (hard to do with all the football!) and find out what’s happened to my Old Crow Medicine Show tickets!
What are you doing this week?
Happy Friday, I’m celebrating surviving the work week with a coffee and a pain au raisin. Tonight I’ll be celebrating the end of the week and mourning England’s completely lacklustre performance against Uruguay with a pizza and a drink. This weekend I’m seeing Christelle, maybe making some cocktail cherries and reading (there are so many books I’m anxious to read at the moment!)
This week’s links, more football I’m afraid.
1) Mark Steel on Sepp Blatter and the World Cup.
“The World Cup always provides spectacularly memorable drama, anticipation, tension, emotion and life-affirmingly heart-stopping pointlessness. It always requires putting to the back of your mind the sordid business and politics behind it, but Blatter has attained such squalid heights of repulsitude he’s made it harder than ever, so it’s only right all reasonable people should hate him for that.”
2) Owen Jones on the anti war protesters in 2003 and how our worse fears have come true.
“The invasion was justified as an indispensable part of the struggle against al-Qaida. Well, to be fair, large swaths of Iraq have not been handed over to al-Qaida: they are now run by Isis, a group purged from al-Qaida for being too extreme. Iraq and Syria are trapped in a bloody feedback loop: the growth of Isis in Iraq helped corrupt the Syrian rebellion, and now the Syrian insurgency has fuelled the breakdown of Iraq, too.”
3) John Oliver explains Fifa and the World Cup to America.
4) Grace Dent on what she’s loving about the World Cup.
“My pre-match research led to some perusing of the works of Andrea Pirlo, who, to my reckoning appears to be 50 per cent hirsute, smouldering, oddly cerebral seeming God-like being, partly super-powered ball-passing Robot from the Planet Woof.”
6) Alan Bennett on the basic unfairness of private schools and lots of other things besides.
“Unlike today’s ideologues, whom I would call single-minded if mind came into it at all, I have no fear of the state. I was educated at the expense of the state both at school and university. My father’s life was saved by the state as on one occasion was my own. This would be the nanny state, a sneering appellation that gets short shrift with me. Without the state I would not be standing here today. I have no time for the ideology masquerading as pragmatism that would strip the state of its benevolent functions and make them occasions for profit. And why roll back the state only to be rolled over by the corporate entities that have been allowed, nay encouraged, to take its place? I am uneasy when prisons are run for profit or health services either. The rewards of probation and the alleviation of suffering are human profits and nothing to do with balance sheets. And these days no institution is immune. In my last play the Church of England is planning to sell off Winchester Cathedral. ‘Why not?’ says a character. ‘The school is private, why shouldn’t the cathedral be also?’ And it’s a joke but it’s no longer far-fetched.”
I’m not a morning person. Those people who get up at 5am every day and are cheerful and happy about it, I’m not one of those people. I do wish I was, because they seem so in control of their day, but they are not my people.
My people are the ones who stumble out of bed having pressed the snooze button roughly 60 times and don’t really wake up until mid morning. These are the people I understand.
So I’m not naturally a morning person, my sleep patterns are messed up and for roughly two weeks every month, I have an almost constant headache and morning nausea. Yes for me, PMT presents like morning sickness, I’m just very lucky that way. In winter, all of this is made much worse because of the SAD, but summer or winter, I have found the best way to deal with all of this is to sleep through it until about 9.30am. I cope with feeling ill much better at a civilised hour, unfortunately, I live in a world that starts earlier than that and I need to be at my desk by 9am.
As part of my ‘buck up my ideas’ routine, I was looking at a way to help me be more present and awake in the mornings. So I looked at aromatherapy, because lavender oil has been helping get to sleep and the citrus linen spray has been making ironing easier so there must be something that would help wake me up!
After some experimentation, I found a blend of oils that work. Eucalyptus, peppermint, grapefruit and lemon. The first two also help with clearing blocked up noses and hayfever season is upon us! Grapefruit and lemon are uplifting and refreshing which I think are good things to be in morning.
I mix them together (20 drops each of eucalyptus and peppermint and 10 each of lemon and grapefruit) and put them in a little dropper bottle.
Then in the morning before I turn the shower on, I put a couple of drops in the little bowl that sits in the shower. It’s really great for waking me up and as a bonus makes the bathroom smell nice. I use it every morning.
It’s not a miracle cure for the morning blues but it does help and I need all the help I can get!
It was a good weekend. I think it was because I started it well. I knew that I was going to be quite busy and so I spent some of Friday night listening to the football and doing chores that really needed to be done but always seem to find themselves at the bottom of the list, sweeping the kitchen floor, giving the plants a haircut, really tidying the kitchen. So on Saturday morning when I had to be up and out of the house at a weekday time (8am), I didn’t feel I was leaving the flat messy or neglected.
I also realised this weekend how many of the things I don’t conciously do, I learnt from my mother, I guess it’s true, we really do turn into our mothers.
I have newly cut hair but I’m still growing out the fringe so am still dealing with the flick of doom.
Also I’m wondering if it’s time to bite the bullet and have my hair coloured every 6 weeks instead of every 12 weeks, the grey is becoming more prominent (to me at least) and it’s not so much the colour as the texture of the grey hairs that I dislike, all wiry and sticky up!
The rest of Saturday was spent with a negroni (ok two) and the football. England, unsurprisingly lost, but I don’t think there has been a boring game played so far and no 0-0 draws. At work this morning, someone commented that it was still the best they’d seen England play since 1996 and I can’t disagree although certain England players (ok mostly Wayne Rooney) need to buck up their ideas and Roy needs to address the defence and the gaping holes on the left side.
On Sunday, I had a lie in, breakfast and didn’t do my ironing.
In the afternoon, Ma and I went up to Apsley House for some of the Waterloo Festival, where we saw the Battle of Waterloo re-enacted with vegetables. It was a really good way of showing it and very funny. Wellington’s troops were represented as carrots because they’re easier to put in square and Napoleon’s troops were onions, Imperial cavalry were baguettes (ours were parsnips) and the artillery were garlic (Wellington) and spring onions (Napoleon), in case anyone knows what I’m babling on about and is wondering Blucher (and his Prussians) were an aubergine! Very silly but very educational.
This week is going to be quiet and busy. Busy at work, quiet at home. I’ve been working at an evening routine and it has occurred to me (with some prompting – thanks Krissie!) that if a bedtime routine works for small children, then something similar will work for me too. Actually, I know this, but like a lot of things, they are lessons that I constantly need to relearn, I’m not known for consistency when it comes to routine but this week that’s what I’m going for.
Consistency. The list is mostly the same, no screens after nine, making sure that I’m prepared for the next day (lunch, clothes, tasks etc), yoga and bed by 10pm. So I’m going to make that wind down hour my priority for this week.
Anyone else care to share the thing that you’ll working on achieving this week, whether it’s daily meditation, perfecting a recipe or doing sit-ups every day (all stuff I might think about in the coming weeks!) what is your week going to be about?
New Old Crow Medicine Show, like you didn’t expect it at some point.
Sweet Amarillo
This is another co-write with Bob Dylan but apparently Dylan had more input into this one than into Wagon Wheel.
Roll on July 1st, new album, I will be unbearable…
To say I woke up on the wrong side of bed yesterday morning would be the understatement of the year.
I woke up hot, sore, headachey and extremely grumpy and I knew it. I’ve been spending some time this week thinking about how I recognise a lack of balance in my life because my reactions to situations become completely out of proportion to the size of the problem.
I did things that might help, I did morning yoga, I decided to have a ‘treat’ lunch and buy something instead of packed lunch, I made pizza dough for FNP. None of it worked, I was still a miserable & grumpy. More so when I got halfway down my street and realised that I was still wearing my slippers! It was that kind of a day.
A conversation with my mother and the Friday morning coffee from Papillon helped a bit, but having to let a train go because I couldn’t get on it and two people pushing and shoving me on the platform didn’t really help my mood. Brows were lowered, I just knew it was going to be a crappy day.
I got on the next train, no seats, and the Tube was built before air con, it’s pretty much the 7th circle of hell, but hotter. There were 4 tourists on the train trying to work out when their stop was and starting to get up. They were about 15 minutes away from their stop, so I told them to hang on for a bit ’cause they had some time. They told me how impressed they were with the Tube (the Piccadilly Line too!) because it was so clean and bright and how polite everyone was each other, even though it was really busy. Apparently, compared to their trains (they were from Chicago) ours were really good.
They talked about what they were doing here and what they wanted to see. It sort of hit me then that the last time I really appreciated the Tube was when I was in DC using the Metro and despite the heat and my grumpiness and the fact that Londoners voted Boris Johnson in as mayor twice, I love where I live.
Sometimes, you need to look at a problem from another direction and today 4 tourists reminded me that I have a lot more to be happy than grumpy about.