Walking in the Shadows

Random musings from Warwickshire on life in general... Things that make me laugh, make me cry, things that wind me up beyond all endurance - and everything in between.

Another reading cartoom

 This came from the Guardian newspaper...  And it sums up my reading challenge on Goodreads...



Karen


Music plays
In my head
Heard that song before
Met some people in my life
But they weren't the real deal

This sums up my reading...

 


Karen

Music plays
In my head
Heard that song before
Met some people in my life
But they weren't the real deal

Santa ditches reindeer

I found this whilst scrolling through the Top Gear website, and it did make me laugh – especially as it hits home about range anxiety on an electric vehicle. 

Enjoy. 

Karen   

Music plays 
In my head 
Heard that song before  
Met some people in my life 
But they weren't the real deal 


Santa Claus is stuck at a broken electric charging point at a service station somewhere in the Midlands, sources have revealed. 

The jolly, bearded present-giver recently made a pledge to reduce his carbon footprint after his traditional, reindeer-powered sleigh was deemed to have fallen foul of Euro 6 emissions standards. 

However, his replacement electric sleigh featuring a quad-motor powertrain and best-in-class 1,000kWh lithium-ion battery is now stuck at a defective charge point in an undisclosed location just outside Birmingham. 

 ‘Get an electric sleigh’, they all said. I went for the fastest, most powerful one I could find, able to go from 0-60mph in 2.9 million wishes time, which – I was assured by the manufacturer – made it the fastest electric sleigh ever built. 

“I’d done most of the North of England in one swift hit – the acceleration off the line was really quite breathtaking! – at which point it showed 1,000 miles of range left. 

But then I hit some cold weather and despite going easy on the throttle, the range suddenly dropped to 34 miles. I stopped at a charging point but of the four installed, three had those godawful SUVs parked in the bays. All of them were fully charged. 

“The fourth charger was a 7kW lightweight that didn’t even work. Now I’m stuck with nine different charging apps on my phone, a flat sleigh and a boatload of presents. 

“Ho. Ho. Ho.” 

Onlookers later reported Santa attempting to exchange a number of boxed gifts for a service station meal deal, though he was turned away for insufficient funds.


 

Taking a swipe at an author...

It’s not often that a book review in a national newspaper annoys me... But this review from The Guardian on Tuesday has managed that. 

I’m currently reading The Secret of Secrets, and yes – I had it on pre-order. It’s light and fluffy, with enough action to keep it ticking along. But  weapons grade nonsense

That’s harsh. I admit, like my previous read – Robert Galbraith’s The Hallmarked Man, it does help if you’ve read the other books in the Robert Langdon series, otherwise it’s a tad confusing. 

But, if you've read the other books, then you know what Dan Brown's writing style is, and if it's a style you enjoy?  Good luck to you.

Personally, I like Salman Rushdie’s comment... 

If you don’t like a book, read another book. If you start reading a book and you decide you don’t like it, nobody is telling you to finish it. To read a 600-page novel and then say that it has deeply offended you: well, you have done a lot of work to be offended. 


And that is the best way to look at a book - *not* describe it as weapons grade bollocks. 

Time to call this quits – I want to learn what The Secret of Secrets is.... 

Karen 

Music plays 
In my head 
Heard that song before 
Met some people in my life 
But they weren’t the real deal

The traps are appearing....

It's hard to believe that the little sprouts that were in my pot now have tiny traps..  And looking closely at them, it's possible to see the differences in the traps.

I know that when I got the seeds, I was told that there would be different varieties in the seed packet, and I have to admit that I was hoping to see if I would get something slightly unusual.



Well, looking at the traps (the ones I could see) it does look like I did manage to get at least one unusual variety... I think I may have this one:


Dionaea muscipula Conquiscator

But until the little monsters grow a little more, it's hard to tell....

So, all I can do is wait and see - and keep the little monsters happy.

Back when I things move a little further...

Karen

Hold on there's a new way a comin'
Looks like it's arriving tonight
There's no more hiding or running
There's no more walking on ice




A sprout at last...

Well, I failed to keep the weekly updates – simply because there was no action... I did read that it could take a while for signs of life, and that kept me going... Especially whilst I’ve been off sick with a lower respiratory tract infection.

But I thought I saw something in one of the pots yesterday, and today has confirmed it – there is a sprout.  

A sprout - not sure what it is yet - hopefully a VFT!

This is in the peat option - there may be a sprout in the peat free, but due the green colour of the growing medium, it's hard to see...

The growing media after 6 weeks - the peat medium is the top of the image- the peat free option is the bottom.  Supplied by Wacks Wicked Plants.


I have to admit, the sprout did make me think of the Terry Pratchett / Neil Gaimen book – Good Omens – The nice and accurate prophesies of Agnes Nutter – witch.

“He had heard about talking to plants in the early seventies, on Radio Four, and thought it was an excellent idea. Although talking is perhaps the wrong word for what Crowley did.
What he did was put the fear of God into them. 
More precisely, the fear of Crowley.

In addition to which, every couple of months Crowley would pick out a plant that was growing too slowly, or succumbing to leaf-wilt or browning, or just didn’t look quite as good as the others, and he would carry it around to all the other plants. “Say goodbye to your friend,” he’d say to them. “He just couldn’t cut it. . . “

Then he would leave the flat with the offending plant, and return an hour or so later with a large, empty flower pot, which he would leave somewhere conspicuously around the flat.

The plants were the most luxurious, verdant, and beautiful in London. Also the most terrified.”

I freely admit to thinking of this quote when I checked the pots – but wasn’t quite cruel enough to read it to them...


Karen

It’s the time to make your play
Take the rose today
It’s the time to have your say
Take the whole bouquet
Have no regrets and don’t keep hanging on
Now all your yesterdays are gone





A busy day

It's been a busy day...  Baking and planting.  The planting doesn't really show - the Venus Flytrap seeds are tiny!

Venus Flytrap seeds - image courtesy of Hampshire Carnivorous Plants

So, I've planted them after standing the growing medium in the pots for 36 hours in rainwater as per the instructions.  

The growing medium after standing in rainwater

The seeds have been scattered across the serface - now comes the waiting game... The seeds can take anywhere from 10 days to several weeks to grow, and it's pot luck as to which variety of VFT I get.  Not that I mind - I love the challenge of growing the seeds...  

I seem to have the knack of getting awkward carnivorous plant seeds to grow... I can get Sarracenia seeds sprouting without problems - but I guess leaving them in the 'fridge for 6 months in damp sphagnum moss does the trick... I know it's a long term project, as these plants don't really mature for 4 / 5 years - but it's worth it.

As for the baking - three lots of biscuits.  Triple chocolate cookies, vanilla biscuits and sweet mix spice biscuits. 

Triple chocololate chip, Sweet mix spice and vanilla

They're easy to make, and I know what's in them, so there are no nasty nuts to worry about for me.  

Ah well, time to call this quits - I want to listen to my audiobook.

Back when I get chance...

Karen

It’s the time to make your play
Take the rose today
It’s the time to have your say
Take the whole bouquet
Have no regrets and don’t keep hanging on
Now all your yesterdays are gone