Funchal and it's delights - Blandy's Wine Lodge & the Maderia Wine Festival

Also in Funchal, is the Madeira Wine Company. This is formed by three producers of wine – Blandys, Cossart Gordons, and Henriques. The company is housed in the Adegas de Sao Francisco, and is owned by the Blandy family.

There are numerous points of interest, but of course, the two things I was interested in, were the Vintage room, where you can pay in excess of €25 to try to seriously old Madeira wine.

The most amazing thing about the Vintage room, is the fact that they have all these really expensive bottles of wine on shelves with doors fronted by what I think is chicken wire!

The bottles are something rather special though.  Each one is hand stencilled with the name of the producer, the grape variety and the year that it was bottled. 

For a wine to be declared a vintage, in must be left in the barrel for about 20 years, then the master vinter sends four bottles to the Maderia Wine Institute, who decide if it is a vintage year.  The first two bottles are tested, the third is then placed in the cellar, so that a record is kept of the wine.  The fourth bottle I've been unable to find out what happens to - I personally think that it gets drunk!

However,  if like me, you’re not a wine buff, head for the Max Romer “Taste & Buy Bar”.

The first time I visited Madeira, I went to the Max Romer bar, and the thing that has stayed with me, was the sight of a group of tourists (I think they were Scandinavian) getting steadily plastered the whole time Mum and I were in there. They were so drunk, they were nearly falling off the seats. Made for good entertainment, I have to admit.

Because of the time of year that I was in Madeira, it was the Madeira Wine Festival. This starts on a Friday night, and goes through to the Sunday night.

There was a whole raft of different displays, not to mention people getting seriously drunk on the various offerings from small stalls.

I made one mistake though – I tried the Poncha that was on sale. It was like drinking paint stripper – it was almost neat firewater. Normally, Poncha is a “refined” mixture of honey, lemon juice and firewater (ok – sugar cane rum) but this was revolting. Guess it served me right for trying something that was on sale during the wine festival!

Ah well, guess I should log off and bog off - we've got vistors arriving and I've been told I can't be anti-social.  Real shame really...

Back tomorrow.

Karen

Now some things you hold on to - and some you just let go 
Seems like the ones that you can't have
Are the ones that you want most

Funchal and its delights - The Sacred Art Museum, Sugar Museum and the Se

Instead of trying to list all the things that I did on holiday as a day by day account, I’ve decided to group things into areas – such as trips to Monte (Monte Palace Tropical Gardens is a post on it’s own!) and visits to different museums.

My one regret is that some of the museums won’t let you take photographs – a good example is the Museu de Arte Sacra  - the Sacred Art Museum - (please see http://www.museuartesacrafunchal.org/eng/homepage.html). I can understand why, because the exhibits - especially the metal work and the Bishop’s robes are stunning.

But for me, it’s the paintings by the Flemish and Portuguese artists that I would have loved to have been able to take photographs of. Admittedly, there are postcards available, but they don’t show all the pieces.

However, where there is a will… I managed to get a couple of shots of the one picture that I really liked - Ascension of Christ, by Fernão Gomes. This was due to the fact that the curators were not as vigilant as normal and Mum was keeping watch for me!

Admittedly, my picture isn't as good as this one:

Ok - this came from the website - my dratted pictures aren't as clear as this one - devine retribution I guess....)

Another of the little museums is the Núcleo Museológico Cidade do Açúcar – also known as the Sugar Museum. Ok – it’s not massive, but at least you can take photos – without having to dodge curators! It aims to tell the story of the city of Funchal in the 16th and 17th centuries, and has several interesting artefacts – including the sugar cones – a product that allowed Madeira to get some of the art that is located in Museu de Arte Sacra and also the cathedral.

This is a sugar cone - and it was the method used to transport the sugar - why the traders chose this shape, I can only guess - my guess is that it was easier to ship without damaging the moulds that were made of terracotta.

This museum also had a well that was used by Christopher Columbus during his stay in Maderia.


The most amazing part about this well (apart from the fact it survived) is the fact that it still has water in it!

The Sé (or Cathedral) was truly magnificent. To the casual observer, it doesn’t look too special from the outside. But it’s when you get inside that the magic comes to life. The artwork on the walls and the main altar was something special.

Ah well, I guess I should call this quits – I’ve got washing to get sorted out before I go and get bits and pieces sorted out...

Karen

Now some things you hold on to - and some you just let go
Seems like the ones that you can't have
Are the ones that you want most

Kitty Stutter

This was sent to me whilst I was on holiday, and I couldn't resist posting it:

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A teacher is explaining biology to her 4th grade students. 'Human Beings are the only animals that stutter,' she says.

A little girl raises her hand. 'I had a kitty-cat who stuttered.'

The teacher, knowing how precious some of these stories could become, asked the girl to describe the incident.

'Well', she began, 'I was in the back yard with my kitty and the Rottweiler that lives next door got a running start and before we knew it, he jumped over the fence into our yard!'

'That must've been scary,' said the teacher.

'It sure was,' said the little girl. 'My kitty raised his back, went Sssss, Sssss, Sssss' and before he could say 'Shit,' the Rottweiler ate him!

The teacher wet her pants laughing.

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Karen

Now some things you hold on to - and some you just let go
Seems like the ones that you can't have
Are the ones that you want most

Back from Madeira

Well, I’m back, and am back at my own PC. The flight back from Madeira wasn’t too bad – we bounced about three times when we landed. Not to mention the fact that we seemed to use the entire length of the runway at Birmingham Airport, but given that it was a fully loaded B757-200, I could understand why…

The check in was the normal mad scramble, and the queues seemed to be moving slightly faster than normal. This was apparently due to a new handling company that holiday company were using at the airport.

My only “grump” was the pick up from the hotel. We were collected at 10:15, and given that it takes 30 mins or so to get to the airport, I would have preferred an earlier pick up. That way, there would be time to have a look at the airside shops, rather than rushing though security and passport control to get to the boarding gate.

The flight itself wasn’t too bad – ok, it was still cramped, but the crew seemed friendlier, and more willing to help. The only annoying part (aside from the lack of legroom) was the patronising safety video. The woman who was sitting next to Mum thought that it was “cute”- we just found it patronising.

Why? Simple. They had used kids about 4 or 5 years old to explain things, and within about 30 seconds of the film starting, I found myself switching off, and reading my book. Ok – I know that it’s a strict no-no, but I’ve flown an awful lot of times on a wide variety of aircraft (everything from a Short 360 to the B777), and am quite capable of reading the safety card on my own.

That grump aside, it wasn’t too bad. At least the food was better – this time it was recognisable at least. There was one thing that was suspect, but Mum identified it as spinach. I don’t care that it does give Popeye muscles – I loathe the stuff, so that was avoided like the plague.

Once we’d landed at Birmingham, I walked ahead of Mum to get though immigration (sorry – UK Border Control – and if the woman dealing with me had smiled, she would have cracked her face – miserable moo!) and went to get the trolley….

Now for the nasty surprise. Birmingham airport in their infinite “wisdom” have decided to charge either £1.00 or €2.00 for a trolley. Normally I wouldn’t object as this is normally refunded when the trolley is returned to its correct location. Not this time. It’s a flat fee and tough luck if you don’t have any cash with you. Oh, sure, it would take Pound Stirling notes (either £5.00 or £10.00) but if you didn’t have anything those…

The cases finally arrived, and Mum and I walked though Customs with a clear conscience for the pair of us. Ok – Mum was bringing in 2 kilos of Madeiran garlic cloves, and a Dendrobium orchid plant (complete with the correct paperwork). Me? I was bringing in 1 litre of Lemon Poncha and 0.5 litres of Tangerine Poncha, but as my spirits were duty paid (bought in the Mercado dos Laverdores (the Farmer's Market)) in Funchal, no problems.

Ah well, guess I should call this quits – I want to get some sleep tonight.

Back tomorrow with more details and the obligatory photographs….

Karen

Now some things you hold on to - and some you just let go
Seems like the ones that you can't have
Are the ones that you want most

Ok - I blew it....

OK - I admit it. I suck when it comes to keeping this blog updated. But I´m attempting to turn turn over a new leaf, and try and keep this thing updated.

As I type this, I am on holiday in Madeira - albeit it´s the last day before I return to the UK. Yes, I know that it´s the 4th year running that I have been here, but it suits me down to the ground. No screeching little monsters, no lager louts, just Saga louts instead.

Why is this the case? Easy. Very small beaches, and plenty of museums, gardens and other delights for those of us that loathe lying on a beach, roasting in the sun. Sorry, been there, done that, got the sunburn thank you very much.

I´ll be posting more details on my holiday (complete with the obligatory photographs) as I´ve managed to get to places that I have missed out on previous trips out here - including the Sugar Museum and the Funchal Cathedral (or Se) as it is called here.

The only negative I can post so far was the flight out - the RSPCA would prosecute for transporting cattle as cramped as I was on the flight out, and the attitude of the so called cabin crew left an awful lot to be desired.

As you may (or may not know) I have a life threatening nut allergy - as in the sort that one peanut will cause anaphalaytic shock. Because of this, I carry an epi-pen (adrenaline auto injector) with me at all times, and when I fly, request a nut free meal.

However, this seemed to cause a slight dispute between me and the so-called "customer experience manager" on the flight out. Her attitude was revolting, and when I politely pointed out that the smell of peanuts made me ill, she was quite aggressive and asked if I had my epi-pen with me. I don´t think she liked it, when I smiled sweetly and said that it was in my flight bag. I go the impression that she was infuriated by the lack of ability to sell a few bags of overpriced peanuts. The phrase "tough crap" did come to mind...

As a result, I was made to feel like a leper, and this will be reported back to the holiday company via an e-mail, as they knew 12 months ago that I had requested a nut free meal. Such a request is not made lightly, and can mean the difference between an uneventful flight, or a medical emergency being declared.

Ah well - time to go pack.

Back on Tuesday (I hope - tomorrow is wasted with travelling!)

Karen
Now some things you hold on to - and some you just let go
Seems like the ones that you can't have
Are the ones that you want most

Different day, but still the same issues

Well, as I type this, I'm seated in the departure lounge of Birmingham airport, waiting to board the flight to Funchal.

It's rather disconcerting, as the last time I was here, security was quite a bit tighter - they wanted to see exactly what you had in your little bag (where you have to put liquids / solids in) and wanted to know the ins and outs of any electrical items you may be carrying.

This time? No requirement to remove the bag with the liquids in, but I managed to set the metal alarm off. The security staff were pleasant, and asked me to take off my shoes, belt and the bracelets that I am wearing. Even with them removed, I still set the alarms off (could be something to do with the pins in my knee!)

Mum was the one that caused real fun and games - the gate went berserk because of all the metal work in her legs (from the car accident and the partial hip replacement) Thankfully, the staff were quite OK with the explanation (could be due to the fact that Mum was limping) and let us go through.

That's what makes me laugh about security here. It's never consistent - one minute your being pulled for the slightest infringement, the next, you could almost walk an elephant through!

Guess I should call this quits - I've got to get a couple of bottles of water before the flight boards.

Back when I return from Madeira, unless I can get to a computer to update things whilst I'm on holiday...

Karen

I've been watching, I've been waiting
In the shadows for my time

If you say you're going to call someone back - then DO SO!

That's something that really bugs me. I'd made all the arrangements for a specific company to call me back last night about my car insurance quote, as I'd have the renewal premium and I could make a fair comparison.

Well, the time drifted by, and no phone call came, and come 21:30 last night, I had got steam coming out of my ears, and was resolved to tell them if they got around to calling me, that I had already accepted a quote and was no longer interested in dealing with them.

I know that there will be some excuse (I mean reason) given as to why the call wasn't made but the guy I'd spoken to said that he was only in on a Wednesday, and he would call to discuss the propsed deal.

But, as they couldn't (or wouldn't) keep their end of the bargain, I am not going to lose out financially, as the quote I have accepted is a lot lower than the quote that they gave me at first (as in £189 less!)

Now all I need to do is get the paperwork from my current insurance company showing my no-claims entitlement, and I'm all set.

Guess I should call this quits - I'm supposed to be working. Well, that's the theory anyway!

Back later.


Karen
I've been watching, I've been waiting
In the shadows for my time

A quieter day...

Thank god for small mercies. After the trials and tribulations of yesterday, I’m having a better day.

Mind you, I was in a grotty mood anyway, as I’d managed to get the renewal premium for my car insurance, and it was not very good. Some much for we’ll beat any genuine quote. That’s just a lure to get new business, and doesn’t apply to existing customers. So, as I’ve managed to get a quote for my insurance (with the added bits, such as protected no claims bonus and legal assistance – very useful if some prat runs into you) for £189 less.

But I'm still suffering from the events of yesterday, as the miserable cow whose tyres I was trying to sort is blaming me for the thing going wrong in the first place. I wouldn't normally object, but what really pisses me off, is the fact that I sent the paperwork across to one of her colleagues with all the information on.

Thankfully, the person who usually looks after the miserable cow is now back in the office, so they can deal with her as I am now refusing to have anything to do with the account, as all I get is grief and my own work has been suffering.

Ah well, guess I should think about doing some more work, but I'm starting to get TNFI...

Back later if I get the chance.

Karen

I've been watching, I've been waiting
In the shadows for my time

Something to make you giggle...

Just the antidote I needed to today...

Karen

I've been watching, I've been waiting
In the shadows for my time



THIS IS REMARKABLE, DON'T CHEAT!

In the middle of the table is a round food tray with five kinds of Fruits on it. They are:

A. Apple
B. Banana
C. Strawberry
D. Peach
E. Orange
Which fruit will you choose? Please think VERY carefully and don't rush into it. This is great, I was astounded! Your choice reveals a lot about you!

Test results:


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If you have chosen:

A. Apple: That means you are a person who loves to eat apples
B. Banana: That means you are a person who loves to eat bananas
C. Strawberry: That means you are a person who loves to eat strawberries
D. Peach: That means you are a person who loves to eat peaches
E. Orange: That means you are a person who loves to eat oranges

I hope you find fulfillment in this new insight about yourself. May it bring you peace and understanding, tranquility and all that other profound shit. Also I bet that right now you would like to find me and kick my ass!

Well, You won't find me....because I am still hunting down the ASSHOLE who sent this to me

This news just in:

Some jokes just have to be published - and I make no apologies for this one.

Karen

I've been watching, I've been waiting
In the shadows for my time


This news just in:

All of the Wal-Marts across Alabama sold out of ammunition as of yesterday. A reliable source said that one of the purchasers commented that while Russia may have invaded Georgia, they sure as shootin' ain't doin' it to Alabama!

Fighting a battle, but I can't see the enemy...

It sounds crazy, but this is how I feel at the moment. My beloved is going through another patch of depression, and it breaks my heart to see him so low. He's not the sort of person that you would associate with such a condition, because he is a master of hiding behind a poker face.

But, last night, he was walking a very fine line, and I wish he had been able to break the dam and release all the pent up emotions he has inside. We spoke about what was causing him to feel so low, and he said that he wished he could find a way to go back to being happy, instead of riding this roller-coaster of emotion all the time.

Free is all we gotta be
Dream dreams no one else can see
But ya never know what might be comin' for you and me
Ya it's gonna be

What upset him more than anything, was the fact that people he considers "friends" seem determined to take lumps out of him, and lay the blame for their troubles at his door, regardless of whether he was / is at fault or not, and they don't seem to realise the damage that they are doing to him.

I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you

He's really fed up with the attitude of the people he works with, and not for the first time, he has said that he wants out of his job with the company he's working for. I can sympathise with that feeling, as I've been there myself, but it took me being signed off sick to make me realise the damage that my so-called manager was doing to me.

He didn't last long after I resigned - all of about 10 days as he was suspended for bullying. Unfortunately, he resigned before he was fired - I would have fired the fat b'stard into a reinforced concrete wall from a high velocity cannon. At point blank range. Not that I'm vindictive towards him. Much.

Somewhere - there's a place for you
I know that you believe it too
Sometimes if you wanna get away
All ya gotta know is what we got is here to stay
All the way

But, my beloved has said that he has no intention of telling the people he works with what is causing part of his depression, as he says (quite rightly) that it is nothing to do with them and doesn't want his private life to be the subject of discussion and speculation.


And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain
I know that you can love me
When there's no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Even cold November rain

So, for the time being, all I can do is act as a shoulder for him to lean on, and give him all the love and support that he needs to get through this latest struggle.

If you're lost you can look - and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you - I'll be waiting
Time after time


Guess I should call this quits - I've got bits and pieces to sort out before I make a break for freedom in 8 days time...

Back when I get chance.

Karen

I've been watching, I've been waiting
In the shadows for my time

What the hell is that???

The title of this entry sums up my reaction when I saw the top of Mum's left leg - right where the scar is from the hip replacement. Her leg was red and blotchy and according to Mum, itched like hell.

So, rather than risking our holiday in 9 days time (I'm not counting down - honest!) I took the decision to go over to Warwick Hospital. Not my first choice I can freely admit, but I was unsure if Rugby's St Cross hospital has a casualty unit, as it's services have been severely reduced over the past 10 years or so...

Whilst I was waiting for Mum to finish locking the house up (and making sure the furry fiends were OK) I made a call to my beloved, as I was supposed to be meeting him for dinner at the Green Man this evening. His 'phone was turned off, and I will admit I must have sounded slightly anxious (OK - terrified!) that there was something seriously wrong with Mum.

Once Mum and I got there, it turned out that there is and out-of-hours GP service there. OK - not a problem as our GP practice comes under the South Warwickshire health authority, so we didn't forsee any issues.

Until we were told that the first available appointment was 10:10 (and we got to the hospital at 08:45.) Mum was not in a good mood, and I will admit growling at her, and telling her to take the appointment, as I had no intention of taking root in A & E for an hour or more.

She agreed, and we headed into Leamington to kill the hour and a bit before the appointment. The time wasn't really wasted, as I managed to go to the bank and get some money from my account. (It's all very well having the cash card, but sometimes it's faster (and safer) to use cash.)

So, we returned to the hospital, and got our selves booked in, and then proceeded to take root, as the service was running late. But I can't fault the treatment - the GP on call was a real gent, and said that the problem could be one of two things - either a bite or a mild case of cellulitis (a skin infection) which could be treated quite easily with antibiotics.

Mum couldn't remember being bitten, so the doctor prescribed antibiotics for her, and said that she should notice an improvement in the next 24 - 48 hours, and if there was no improvement, then she should go and see our own GP.

So, as I walked back to the car, I will admit to feeling an incredible sense of relief, and called my beloved to give him the good news. The call went to his voice mail as he was at work, but as I was driving towards the exit of the hospital car park, he called me.

He said that he was glad to hear that Mum was OK, and that she was making jokes about the problem, and if we hadn't been able to meet up tonight, he would have come up to see me, as there was no way he was not going to see me before I went on holiday! That really brightened me up, and I will admit I laughed when he said I would do anything to get an extra cuddle!

As Mum and I couldn't go to Banbury as planned, I suggested that we went to a garden centre - Melbicks - up near Birmingham Airport. Mum was quite amicable about that, and even teased me about the reason for me wanting to go there... She said that I only want to go there as there was a Cotton Traders store there. Partly that, and partly because it's one of the few garden centres in the area that isn't owned by Wyevale!

Well, the trip was a success. I managed to find a skirt (yes - it does happen - I do wear a skirt occasionally) and Mum manged to get some hyacinth bulbs for Christmas. But the best bit for me, was knowing that Mum is going to be OK, and that I can go and see my beloved tonight.

Ah well, guess I should log off and bog off - I've got to go and get ready to go out - a girl's got to look her best when she's seeing her beloved.

Back tomorrow...

Karen

I've been watching, I've been waiting
In the shadows for my time

Blonde vs Alligator

Some jokes are too good not to post - and this is one of them....

Enjoy.

Karen

I've been watching, I've been waiting
In the shadows for my time

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A young blonde woman was driving through the Florida Everglades while on vacation. She wanted to take home a pair of genuine alligator shoes in the worst way, but was very reluctant to pay the high prices the local vendors were asking.

After becoming very frustrated with the attitude of one of the shop keepers, the young blond declared, 'Well then, maybe I'll just go out and catch my own alligator and get a pair of shoes for free!'

The shop keeper said with a sly smile, "Well little lady, why don't you go on and give it a try?"

The blonde headed off to the swamp, determined to catch an alligator. Later in the day, as the shopkeeper is driving home, he spots the same young woman standing waist deep in the murky water, shotgun in hand.

As he grinds his car to a stop, he sees a huge 9-foot 'gator swimming rapidly toward her. With lightning reflexes, the blonde takes aim, shoots the creature and hauls it up onto the slippery bank.

Nearby were 7 more dead 'gators, all lying belly up.The shop keeper stood on the bank, watching in silent amazement. The blonde struggles mightily and manages to flip the 'gator onto its back. Rolling her eyes heavenward, she screams in frustration...

"SHIT! THIS ONE'S BAREFOOT, TOO!"

Preparing to escape from work

It's a scary thought, but I've got just under two weeks to get everything sorted out before I go to Madeira. Most of my work can be done by other people here in the office, but the big stuff (i.e. the OTR tyres) need a little more care, as I've already had one screw up this morning - and it was by someone who really aught to know better.

What really brought home to me just how much I actually do, is writing the list, and even then, I get the impression that I've missed out quite a bit. But, until I go through it with someone to allocate my jobs I won't be happy as I just want to make sure that the people I deal with are not left feeling that they are just an inconvenience to whomever they are speaking to.

But, whilst I am on holiday, the playpen will be the last thing on my mind as I have every intention of kicking back and ignoring the world (especially as I'm not taking my 'phone with me!)

Guess I should call this quits - I'm supposed to be working...

Back later.

Karen

I've been watching, I've been waiting
In the shadows for my time

Redneck Church

Before I swamped with complaints, this was sent to me by an American friend of mine, who comes from Atlanta, Georgia.

Karen

I've been watching, I've been waiting
In the shadows for my time

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1. You know you're in a Redneck Church if:- The finance committee refuses to provide funds for the purchase of a chandelier because none of the members knows how to play one.
2. You know you're in a Redneck Church if:- People ask, when they learn that Jesus fed the 5000,whether the two fish were bass or catfish, and what bait was used to catch 'em.
3. You know you're in a Redneck Church if:- When the pastor says, "I'd like to ask Bubba to help take up the offering," five guys and two women stand up.
4. You know you're in a Redneck Church if:- Opening day of deer season is recognized as an official church holiday.
5. You know you're in a Redneck Church if :-A member of the church requests to be buried in his 4-wheel-drive truck because "It ain't never been in a hole it couldn't get out of"
6. You know you're in a Redneck Church if:- The choir is known as the "OK Chorale".
7. You know you're in a Redneck Church if:- In a congregation of 500 members, there are only seven last names in the church directory.
8. You know you're in a Redneck Church if:- People think "rapture" is what you get when you lift something too heavy.
9. You know you're in a Redneck Church if:- The baptismal font is a #2 galvanized "Wheeling" washtub.
10. You know you're in a Redneck Church if:- The choir robes were donated by (and embroidered with the logo from) Billy Bob's Barbecue.
11. You know you're in a Redneck Church if:- The collection plates are really hubcaps from a '56 Chevy.
12. You know you're in a Redneck Church if:- Instead of a bell you are called to service by a duck call.
13. You know you're in a Redneck Church if:- The minister and his wife drive matching pickup trucks.
14. You know you're in a Redneck Church if:- The communion wine is Boone's Farm "Tickled Pink".
15. You know you're in a Redneck Church if:- "Thou shall not covet" applies to huntin' dogs, too.
16. You know you're in a Redneck Church if:- The final words of the benediction are, "Y'all come back now, Ya hear".

Breaking the chain? Not this time I'm afraid.

Well, any hopes I had of being able to sleep after posting my fears on my blog were dissolved like morning mist.

I got back into bed, and tried to get to sleep as I am still shattered after my scare in the early hours of this morning, and for whatever reason, I just couldn't close my eyes and sleep. So, I decided to change the music on my MP3 player. (No - it's not an i-Pod - I refuse point blank to have one on the grounds that most of my music is in .WMA format.)

Whilst I was doing the transfer, I was listening to some music on my PC, and I found this track by Snow Patrol. It made me think of my beloved, and the way that I feel about him...

Chasing Cars

We'll do it all
Everything
On our own
We don't need
Anything
Or anyone

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel
Those three words
I said too much
They're not enough

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads

I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see

I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Ah well, guess I should try and get my hair under some form of control, as I've got to go out and fuel the Peugot up... Oh, and get some cat food, otherwise Fred and Splodge will be gnawing the leather settee...

Back later.

Karen

I've been watching, I've been waiting
In the shadows for my time

Being scared by nightmares

What am I doing, sitting at my computer at 6am on a Sunday morning? Easy. Shaking like a leaf, because I've just had another nightmare. Yes, it's the second one in less than 12 hours, and it's had exactly the same effect on me as normal - left me scared and unable to sleep in case I have another one.

It's even gotten to the stage where I've actually admitted to my beloved just how bad things are. He sent me a message at about 00:45 this morning, saying that he was sorry it was so late, but he just wanted me to know that he loved me. I was freaked out enough to reply that I really needed a cuddle (without elaborating on the reason why).

I didn't need to. My beloved called me, and that was it - I lost it. I was talking to him with tears running down my cheeks, and he must have realised I was seriously rattled, because he asked me what was wrong and said that I sounded wrecked. I was, and I told him that I'd been woken by another nightmare.

You see, for the past two months I've been having nightmares, but all I can remember is feeling terrified before I wake up, and nothing more. If there was something that I could say was causing it, I would be an awful lot happier (OK - happier in the knowledge that there might be some way to change my routine before I go to sleep), but I can't think of anything that bothers me that much.

Sure, work does get to me at times - I wouldn't be human (or the sort of person that I am) if it didn't. But I don't think this is work induced, so here I am at 06:03 trying to work out what the hell is wrong.

I'm going to call this quits now, and I'm going to head back to bed and see if I can get some sleep - you never know, typing this entry might have been the thing that helps me break this cycle...


Back later.

Karen

I've been watching, I've been waiting
In the shadows for my time

Childrens' Science Exams

Sometimes, I get a real gem of an e-mail land in my in box, and this is one of them...

Enjoy.

Karen

I've been watching, I've been waiting
In the shadows for my time


Q: Name the four seasons.
A: Salt, pepper, mustard and vinegar

Q: Explain one of the processes by which water can be made safe to drink.
A: Flirtation makes water safe to drink because it removes large pollutants like grit, sand, dead sheep and canoeists.

Q: How is dew formed?
A: The sun shines down on the leaves and makes them perspire.

Q: How can you delay milk turning sour?

(Brilliant, love this!)

A: Keep it in the cow.

Q: What causes the tides in the oceans?
A: The tides are a fight between the Earth and the Moon. All water tends to flow towards the moon,because there is no water on the moon, and nature hates a vacuum. I forget where the sun joins in this fight.

Q: What are steroids?
A: Things for keeping carpets still on the stairs.

Q: What happens to your body as you age?
A: When you get old, so do your bowels and you get intercontinental.

Q: What happens to a boy when he reaches puberty?
A: He says good-bye to his boyhood and looks forward to his adultery.

Q: How are the main parts of the body categorized? (e.g., abdomen)
A: The body is consisted into three parts -- the brainium, the borax and the abdominal cavity. The brainium contains the brain; the borax contains the heart and lungs, and the abdominal cavity contains the five bowels A, E, I, O, and U.

Q: What is the fibula?
A: A small lie.

Q: What does 'varicose' mean?

(I do love this one...)

A: Nearby.

Q: Give the meaning of the term 'Caesarian Section.'
A: The Caesarian Section is a district in Rome

Q: What does the word 'benign' mean?'
A: Benign is what you will be after you be eight.

Am I losing the plot?

Today is one of those days when I'm beginning to wonder if I'm losing my marbles. The reason? I've had to arrange to get some tyres collected, as they were delivered in error. What's causing me to think I'm losing my marbles?

It's been suggested that it was me that told someone how to release an order off the system! But the worst part for me, is the fact that I cannot recall ever doing such a thing and people are now starting to blame me for the error.

That would be acceptable with me, if I was the guilty party, but I am certain that I haven't told anyone how do do such a thing, and it's really getting to me.

It doesn't help with certain people having a "holier than thou" attitude, almost as if they never make a mistake. And, if I have the nerve to mention it, then this person gets on their high horse and spouts even more crap!

Ah well, guess I should call this quits - I'm starting to get a migraine and I really don't need the hassle today.

Back later, if the migrane doesn't develop.

Karen

I've been watching, I've been waiting
In the shadows for my time

The History of the Middle Finger

Somethings are worth shareing - and this was one of them...

Karen

I've been watching, I've been waiting
In the shadows for my time

Well, now... Here's something I never knew before, and now that I know it, I feel compelled to send it on to my more intelligent friends in the hope that they, too, will feel edified. Isn't history more fun when you know something about it?

Before the Battle of Agincourt in 1415, the French, anticipating victory over the English, proposed to cut off the middle finger of all captured English soldiers. Without the middle finger it would be impossible to draw the renowned English longbow and therefore they would be incapable of fighting in the future.

This famous English longbow was made of the native English Yew tree, and the act of drawing the longbow was known as 'plucking the yew' (or 'pluck yew').

Much to the bewilderment of the French, the English won a major upset and began mocking the French by waving their middle fingers at the defeated French, saying, See, we can still pluck yew!

Since 'pluck yew' is rather difficult to say, the difficult consonant cluster at the beginning has gradually changed to a labiodentals fricative F', and thus the words often used in conjunction with the one-finger-salute! It is also because of the pheasant feathers on the arrows used with the longbow that the symbolic gesture is known as 'giving the bird.'



IT IS STILL AN APPROPRIATE SALUTE TO THE FRENCH TODAY!
And yew thought yew knew every plucking thing!