Friday, March 07, 2008

What are we coming to?

London Underground are, apparently, starting a new campaign to encourage tube passengers to give up their seats to pregnant women. A priority seat sign will be installed on tube trains. Why? Because research has shown that up to a third of pregnant women are never offered a seat on a train and many others have to wait at least five stops before someone offers them a seat.

I really don't want to turn this into an "in my day" sort of post because I'm really not that old. But it looks like I'm going to anyway. I was taught manners, to respect the elderly and infirm, and to offer a seat to a pregnant woman.

Have we really sunk so low that Transport for London have to launch a campaign and prioritise seats for those that need them? Are we so self-absorbed that our own comfort in sitting and reading a newspaper on a train is more important than giving up a seat for those more in need of them? Obviously we have and we are.

I despair of the human race sometimes and I do worry for our future. That is just one example of how we are falling to pieces. The youth of today has no respect. No respect for authority, teachers, their parents. If they want it they have to have it and don't care how they get it, even if it means stealing for it. They moan they don't have things but won't get a job and earn the money to buy the things they want. They think they have a "right" to be respected as their due but they're not prepared to earn that respect and if they don't get it, you're just as likely to get a knife in your back.

We have an epidemic of binge drinking in teenagers. We have teenage drug gangs. Gun crime figures in London last year increased by 4% - 27 teenagers were murdered in London alone last year. 7 teenagers have been murdered in London already this year.

We see it here where I work too. We have a gang of teenagers who come out of an evening and sit on one particular bench to smoke cigarettes and dope, and to get get drunk on alcopops. These are not youngsters with nothing better to do with themselves, they are from wealthy local families and are well-educated. But they have had everything handed to them on a plate, they don't know what it is to go without or to work for what they want so they are easily bored and turn to drugs and alcohol for their kicks instead. Then they think it hysterically funny to smash all the bottles and leave broken glass everywhere, in an area where there are both children playing and dogs being walked.

I realise that I am generalising here and there are a lot of kids out there that don't go off the rails. It's always the bad news that hits the press and that no doubt is colouring my views but, nonetheless, humanity is still falling to pieces.

Thursday, March 06, 2008

Oops. There goes another.

Snowy, my latest Greyhound foster, went off to his new home last night.


Virginia landed from a skiing holiday at 4pm and was with me by 7.30pm to pick him up. She was a little keen to have him home! She arrived laden with new goodies for him and he had lots more waiting for him at home.

Ungrateful little beggar, he jumped straight into Virginia's car wagging his tail and didn't look back once apart from to say "bye then. And you know, I wouldn't have had it any other way.

Be happy little man. Another hound we will miss having around.


Wednesday, March 05, 2008

I have cookies!

I often have cookies but today I have cookies all the way from America!

Last week, Alison over at RDHmom had a blogging giveaway. Alison was giving away Girl Scout Cookies. We don't have things like that over here in the UK. I mean, we have Girl Scouts, or Girl Guides rather, and we have biscuits of course. But cookies? Pale imitations is all we have.

Having mentioned that one of the Girl Scouts Cookies she had were Samoas, a concoction of sugar cookie, coconut, caramel, and chocolate, I started to drool. All my favourite sweet-tooth-satisfying ingredients in one. What is a girl supposed to do? What a girl does is beg a box in return for a book that she had sent to the Girl Scout Cookie lady!

And today my box of Girl Scout Samoa cookies arrived! With great ceremony, I made a mug of tea for a colleague and myself and we opened the box of cookies. Then we got stuck in. And we both sat there saying "oh yeah, oh yeah".

Good cookies!

Thank you Alison!

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

A Sneak Preview!

It's Himself's birthday coming up in a few weeks and I've been racking my brains as to what to buy him. I've mentioned before that he is the worst person to buy presents for. They're always a "waste of money" or "it's nice of you but I won't ever use it". But this time I think I've cracked it.

Greyhound Gap is lucky enough to have a lot of supporters who are very clever with their hands and make some wonderful things. They advertise their wares on Gap and make a 20% donation of any sales they that are made through Gap. One such clever person makes walking sticks and paints dogs' heads on the handles. Himself doesn't need a walking stick of course but he does collect them. So I commissioned one. And this is it....









































I am chuffed to bits with it and, hopefully, so will Himself be!

Monday, March 03, 2008

Fun Monday #11

This week's host is Janet on her very own Planet. And her assignment this week is this:

Hollywood has come calling. They want to make a movie of your life story!

So here's what I want to read about: Write the brief synopsis of this film that you might use to pitch this project and cast the principal players. Who would play you? You can either cast or ignore significant others, children and/or pets. This is, after all, YOUR movie about you you YOU! Illustrate as needed with casting photos or filming locations. Your life not interesting enough? Hey, this is Hollywood. Never let the facts get in the way of a good story!

Young girl is a rope in a tug-of-war match between her mother and her father. The wicked step-mother makes her clean and clean and isn't allowed out for any fun until the cleaning is done.

She finally escapes the drudgery into a life that flits from one role to another because she doesn't know how to settle in one place. She finally gets to go to the ball where she meets her Prince Charming who sweeps her off her feet to live a life of bliss.

Then it all turns to pumpkins. And she lives to become old, wearing purple and a red hat and satin sandals, with her dogs for company.

Fairytale? Oh yeah, you bet!

Sunday, March 02, 2008

Silent Sunday

Saturday, March 01, 2008

Happy St David's Day!

St David is the patron saint of Wales and today is the day that Welsh people around the world celebrate, well, they celebrate being Welsh!





The heraldic emblem of Wales is Y Ddraig Goch, the Red Dragon, and this morning I hijacked my neighbour's flag pole and raised my Welsh flag in celebration.
































Wales has two traditional emblems aside from the flag. Men traditionally wear a leek on St David's Day. An odd choice perhaps, wearing an onion on your lapel, but, according to legend, St David ordered his soldiers to wear the leek on their helmets to distinguish them from their opponents in battle against the Saxon invadors.


Women more tradionally wear a daffodil on their lapel.
Possibly the reason why the daffodil is used as an emblem is that the word for daffodil and for leek are the same in Welsh (Cenhinen = Leek, Cenhinen Pedr = Daffodil).






















(Taken in my garden this morning!)

It is said by some that the daffodil is encouraged more by the English government, as it does not have the nationalistic overtones that the leek has, with its association with the defeat of Saxons.



When I was a child, we always dressed in the national Welsh costume to go to school on St David's Day. The typical Welsh costume consists of a hat, made of black felt, with a high crown and wide brim, which is worn over a lace cap. A red flannel shawl is worn over a crisp white blouse, and a full skirt made of wool with a black and white check pattern and a starched, white apron.





So, whether you are Welsh, or have Welsh ancestry,
Dydd Gwyl Dewi hapus!