When I change my browser page to call up my blog when I am already on the correct page, it’s time to admit that I am not firing on all cylinders.
It’s Edinburgh Festivals time and I trudged miles up and down the hills of the city exploring venues yesterday. Yesterday I walked my toes off and I have a blister on the pad of my right big toe to prove it! Luckily, I found I had a lovely gel toe protector sleeve in my luggage – the right size too- which has worked just great today.
A Refreshing Drink Of Scottish Bubbly Water
Edinburgh is like a huge flower bud opening at Festivals time. Events managements have developed a range of venues in nooks and crannies all around the city. Whereas in the past, ‘Assembly’, for example, meant wandering up to, at most, two large locations, now, you will find “Assembly” mini hubs all about the city. The other major venues also seem to have spread their wings like this. I gave up on confusion, it made me footsore and it took up too much valuable festive time!
Twelfth night is meant to be the time for clearing away greetings cards and festive decorations. In my book, some superstitions are best ignored. As I don’t receive some mail till early January, mostly from abroad, my cards stay up longer and the last to arrive are the last to disappear. Thus, I span the Western and the Eastern festive dates.
My decorations are the cards people send me. Switch on candle glow (LED’s) provide an atmospheric friendly warmth. The little candles (tea lights) have been tucked away. A couple of stocky gold coloured ones have not. They glitter and look quite pretty when daylight turns into twilight, even if they are not lit.
Tomorrow we have a recycling collection. The bulk of the cards – not the late arrivals – have been sorted between those that will be a keepsake, (just a few) or those needing some attention. The others, will provide material for recycling. Our collectors do not want anything with metallic finishes, which includes glitter. Lots of cards have those pretty finishes. The best I can do is to separate re-usable bits of a card from those bits that are not. That was late morning……..
….Even later morning, I seem to have spent hours sorting out a small area of desk. The quarter truth is, some of the space on the desk has been created by shoving some stuff to the right of it, (probably, should be ‘right off it’). I am trying to be tough on myself…about bits of paper (cringe). I know it will be worse before it gets better.
Early afternoon……hubs interrupts my bits of paper throw away flow. “Are you having any lunch?”
A couple of ‘newsy’ things this week caught my attention:
We now know why bubbly tastes better in a glass. Research at both The University of Texas and University College London UK, explains why plastic and polystyrene cups just will not do for your Prosecco, Asti-spumante, or, Champagne. I can feel the regal Marques des Champagne curling their toes and gritting their pearly teeth at the thought of …plastic….polystyrene!! According to a study, the bubbles behave differently in plastic and polystyrene cups than they would in glass, The bubbles stick quite strongly to the plastic and polystyrene for longer and as a result grow bigger before they lift off, which, in turn, alters the taste of the drinks. They [the bubbles] are on their best behaviour drunk from a glass. Presumably, the small free flowing bubbles maintain the desired taste of the ‘bubbly’
While we are discussing drinking alcohol; an offence with interesting variations. An electrical engineer was caught over the drinks-driving limit, on his way to a police station to service their…….breath test machine! The driver had been seen by police driving erratically on a very bendy stretch of road. In court he was found guilty, fined and banned from driving for a year. At the trial, the police said the case presented them with a dilemma, because of the unusual circumstances. It was felt there could be a ‘conflict of interest’, given that the man serviced most of the intoximeters in the country. The prosecutor shared their view. A urine sample was therefore taken for testing.
In defending his client, the defence lawyer claimed the police had not followed correct procedures in taking the urine sample.
The Sheriff when pronouncing sentence said, that the matter had been handled correctly and by the book.
It has been the [wet and damp] season of Garden Parties at the Palace of Holyrood in Edinburgh, Scotland.
“ Is One going to a Garden Party?” I was asked this week as the rain teemed down…….
“No, One is not”.
One was wearing an all weather peach outdoor coat with hood up. One was also carrying a soggy, exotic fruit patterned cloth bag with a book in it; in addition, One had a casual, very wet sloppy, but, almost weatherproof, plum- coloured shoulder bag slung crosswise on Ones torso. The look was finished off with rain-soaked black trousers and a pair of damp trainers on Ones feet. Not exactly a picture of ‘My Fair Lady’ attired to meet the requirements of Royal protocol, One thinks.
I’ve got four birthdays to think about, all of them are this week. It feels like Christmas has prematurely come round again, before I have had time to properly recover from it. I like to give two or three small packages to the children, so they have fun going through the present bag. Adults are simpler, more often than not, one piece of gift wrap for them covers all.
Ho hum….here I am again, only eight weeks after the last festive blast cutting up gift paper, wrapping up presents and raking through the cupboard for some bags to put them in.
Brown or white paper bags can be quite good as gift bags, those you sometimes get in food shops with paper handles – they look like ears have been attached – making sure, mind you, that there are no tell-tale signs of their original use. The trouble is, it’s too early in the year to have any. My alternative would be a plain bio-degradable plastic carrier bag, if I have one. These days, getting a carrier bag of any sort, let alone one that I can use as a gift bag, is rare.
Like lots of people I recycle the festive gift bags I have received at Christmas time. Really, I can’t see any reason why I shouldn’t use them at anytime, even if they are glittery tree, Reindeer, snow-flake, bauble and star adorned festive gift bags. After all, they are bags; if it looks like a bag and acts like a bag, then it must be a bag……………………I cannot think of any good reason why I shouldn’t use them for all sorts of occasions, can you?
There are still the remains of sales in some local shops. I am looking for something in particular and I was in the one shop that might just have provided it. I browsed the department upstairs where you find cushions, bedding, curtains and some menswear. So far no luck, I could not see what I wanted. All the staff work downstairs, which is where I found a shop assistant. While I was asking, it occurred to me that she might not understand what I was looking for:
Me –“I am looking for a counterpane, do you have any?” Assistant- “ Could you tell me what that might be?”
It seemed I was speaking a foreign language. I explain it is a bed-cover….she continues to look vacantly at me….. I’m thinking quickly about what might be the current trendy modern bed-cover translation and I tentatively suggest “A throw”.
Some comprehension dawns. The assistant tells me there are no throws……“Throws are for Christmas” ❗
I decided to buy a subscription to an e-card site. ‘Subscription’, does, in this case, mean I pay for the service; it is advert-free. (I do receive the occasional ‘free’ e-card from people, usually, they are totally obscured by pop-up and flash advertising. They can put you off e-cards).
I have access to a big selection of imaginative e-cards for more occasions than you can dream up, and there are note-cards as well. Like in a card shop, you can assess the product before you [buy] send. I can also choose what date I want it to arrive.
It has been intriguing seeing what does not work and what does work for e-card recipients;
- A very, very small number say the e-cards are ‘naff’…fine, they have a choice not to open the card.
- Some people don’t give their email addresses, so I couldn’t send them an e- card anyway.
- Wistful responses for the tangible written card were quite common.
- Rare, but I have been asked not to send e-cards.
- A few contacts don’t have their computer systems configured to open e-card mail. However, they are notified they have been sent an e-card and from whom. People let me know their position, usually with thanks for the thought.
- To the majority of my mailed e-cards there was a very positive response.
After depositing a present for a child in a Gift Bank, I was presented with a net bag full of milk chocolate money coins.
The first nursery kid I saw on the street got them. I did ask the [
taken aback] surprised, parents first.
“Oh goody chocolate”, said the kid as soon as he saw the bag, which he rapidly reached forward to snatch, iniating an embarrassed parental chorus of, “ Say please and say thank you”. Neither nicety materialised from delighted single-minded junior.
…….”It’s Christmas.” I said, and went on my way.
I couldn’t resist looking back. The grown-ups had happy smiles on their faces.
The woman in the red coat adorned with bright LED fairy lights, looked at the bakery goods displayed in the glass covered counter in front of her, every -so- often checking her mobile phone. Like her, I waited too. We continued to wait…and wait. LED lady looked up at me and we exchanged smiles. Two other women, dressed up for the local fun day, were serving at the far end of the counter, which provided for the Baker shop café customers. At our end of the counter- sales – a young girl dressed up as Alice In Wonderland,(AIW) had her back to us; she studiously ignored everyone. The high visibility lady covered with sparkly LED lights glanced at her phone once more and then left the shop. Alice in Wonderland looked round, glanced at me, then turned back to whatever it was she was doing, writing, I think.
I conjected that if I waited a few more moments I just might be served. I knew what I wanted to buy, it was pre-wrapped, so, it was just a question of selling it to me. I thought my patience was being rewarded when a clown-ess, (one of the duo of staff attending to the café) bouncily arrived opposite me……. My mistake, she was involved in playing a game of choices for someone in the café, who, incidentally, arrived in the shop the same time as I did.
“Excuse me, can the assistant over there serve me?“ I pointedly asked. Clown-ess raised herself on tip-toes to peer over AIW’s shoulder.
Clown-ess -said, “She’s busy doing shop admin”. With that she rushed away and with a smile called out “Someone will be with you soon”.
Me – Looking directly at Clown-ess at the far end………“I’m going; that’s two customers you have just lost”. And I went.
This is not the first time me and other customers have walked from this shop. There are two other similar business in the same vicinity that have gained from the chaotic customer service. Goodwill is fading fast.
My surface mail to Canada and America went off in time for the last surface mail posting date in mid October 2016.
The packages would take minimum four weeks and a maximum of five weeks to arrive, said the post office clerk.
The stated timing was perfect; early slow mailing is economic and in any case, there was plenty of time for slow delivery. The packages could have taken six weeks to arrive and still been in time.
Five days after posting, I received my first thank you email for my gift. It was soon followed up by a second one……………. Ships, coach and horses, obviously sprout wings.