I had just got back to my desk after having a shower.
One of my Facebook friends had shared a link to the Wizard of Oz, “Ding Dong the Witch is Dead” …
Another one announced that all weekend plans were cancelled as a bit party was to be arranged.
Others are already debating whether she did good or bad.
So – the most famous Food Scientist (after Magnus Pyke) is dead.
There’s a guy cutting the grass on my housing estate with ear protectors on – he probably doesn’t know.
Other people have jewellery, furniture, paintings, houses even – what do we have?
And, a photo of the jugs. This was taken in my great grandmother’s kitchen about 100 years ago.
The two large flowery jugs at top right are mostly green with small pink flowers, my Mam has one of them, and also the one at the right end of the second shelf which is styled like a barrel.
The others tend to be various shades of brown and gold – I recognise a few of them as still being in the family.
I seem to remember that photographs were quite expensive to process in those days so I’m quite impressed that someone saw fit to take this image – Instagram before its time, perhaps?
I’m starting to enjoy amateur dramatics. Not to be roped into the stress of performing myself but instead to be willingly subjected to the supremely brave efforts of part-time actors and supporters of varying talents, who most of the time don’t take themselves too seriously.
The attractions are obvious: you get a low-cost, local, often fairly exclusive (!) evening of entertainment, with lots to talk about afterwards.
As soon as I saw mention of Fat-headed Chunks’ performance of Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol” I knew I wanted to see it – who could refuse? A touring show covering lots of small village halls across north Cumbria, starring some faces starting to be familiar to me and the bonus of one old friend I’ve known for a long time.
I HAVE TO MAKE THIS