18 March, 2008

Things I Ordered from England

Whenever we get visitors from the UK, there are certain things I always ask them to bring over.

This time, I got:

  • marmite
  • extra mature cheddar cheese
  • a ham (to be baked for Easter breakfast)
  • Sainsbury’s Magazine (collected for me by my mum over the last few months)
  • Country Living magazines (I have a subscription, but it goes to my parents’ uk address, at to get it sent over to Germany would be ridiculously expensive)
  • Cadbury’s Mini Eggs (heavenly; dh has already munched his way through a whole bag)
  • loaf of thick sliced white bread (nobody does this better than the British)

What I didn’t ask for this time, because I still have enough from the last visit, but also regularly need from the UK, is:

  • clingfilm (this sounds bizarre, but German clingfilm doesn’t cling, which means it is utterly useless)
  • Branston Pickle (to go with aforementioned ham and cheese)
  • Marigold Swiss Bouillion Powder
  • Aspirin, Paracetamol and Ibuprofen (because it is so, so, SO much cheaper in England than it is over here, where I have to pay around 7 euros (5 pounds) for about 10 aspirin, compared to 15 PENCE (around 20 cents) for 16 own-brand tablets from any supermarket)
  • tea (Tetley, round bags, enough said)

Reading over that, I realise that it’s a strange list, but then, it’s strange the things that you miss.

17 March, 2008

Invasion!

Currently visiting: my parents, my sister, her partner and their daughters (aged 5 and almost 1).

Add this to our household of: me, my dh, Henry and our dog, and you get quite a lot going on.

16 March, 2008

Babyless Buggy

Walking along today with the dog and an empty buggy, I kept wanting to stop every person we passed and explain I hadn’t lost my baby, I was in fact borrowing a buggy for my niece who is coming to stay, and I was borrowing it from someone who happens to live near enough that it’s not worth taking car.

But should I ever have to borrow it again, you can bet I will be taking the car, because I don’t think I can go through all those looks again.

15 March, 2008

DSDS

I think I’ve mentioned before that I watch very little tv, but bizarrely enough one of the things which I never miss is the German version of Pop Idol, Deutschland Sucht den Superstar (DSDS).

I can’t explain why I love this show so much, it actually has everything I would normally hate about a programme :  it’s “reality tv” featuring amateurs, there is a so-called expert jury talking crap half the time, there are ads on every 15 minutes (this irritates me so much I can barely watch any live tv any more), and the long, drawn-out agony when they give the results after the voting has closed just so gets on my nerves I usually don’t bother watching it.

But still, I love this show.

And this guy is my favourite (at the moment, anyway); enjoy:

14 March, 2008

Two Poems

No, not by me, don’t worry.
I’m not really into poetry, but these two I really, really like:
 

Absence
I visited the place where we last met.
Nothing was changed, the gardens were well-tended,
The fountains sprayed their usual steady jet;
There was no sign that anything had ended
And nothing to instruct me to forget.The thoughtless birds that shook out of the trees,
Singing an ecstasy I could not share,
Played cunning in my thoughts. Surely in these
Pleasures there could not be a pain to bear
Or any discord shake the level breeze.It was because the place was just the same
That made your absence seem a savage force,
For under all the gentleness there came
An earthquake tremor: Fountain, birds and grass
Were shaken by my thinking of your name.

- Elizabeth Jennings (1926 -2001) 
 
Words, Wide Night
Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.

This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.

La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine
the dark hills I would have to cross to reach you.
For I am in love with you and this

is what it is like, or what it is like in words.

 - Carol Ann Duffy

The first one, by Elizabeth Jennings, was in a poetry anthology we studied at school. It had all the usual modern British poets in it – Thom Gunn, Ted Hughes, Philip Larkin…I think EJ was the only woman in it, but I don’t think that’s why I liked her poems best. There was something about her “voice” which appealed to me then and still does now.

The second poem, I am delighted to admit, I first read whilst travelling to college on the tube – it was part of London Underground’s Poems on the Underground series, which turned out to be so popular that the poems were subsequently published together as a collection .

 I promise I won’t be posting poetry here very often, so just sit back and enjoy these two without worrying about wading through reams of blank verse every other day.

13 March, 2008

HP

In July 2003, I was on holiday in Croatia with M. We were wandering around the gorgeous town of Pula on the Istrian coast, sort of vaguely looking for a map of the region, when we came across a bookshop. Thinking they might have maps, we went in. They didn’t have maps, or at least not what we were looking for, but they did have Harry Potter.

“I know,” I thought, “I’ll buy myself the first HP in Croatian – it’ll be a good way to practice the language”.
And so started my Harry Potter in Various Languages Collection (I must come up with a better name for it).

The rules:

  • only the first book in the series ie HP and the PS
  • must be bought in the actual country ie no ordering over the internet
  • must be bought by myself if there is an outside chance of me ever visiting that country, otherwise others can buy it for me
  • must have the receipt to prove it was actually bought in the country of origin

That’s it.

This is what I have so far (country in brackets is when the book was bought somewhere other than the obvious):

  •  
    • English (Canada) – Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone
    • Italian – Harry Potter e la Pietra Filosofale
    • Portuguese (Brazil) – Harry Potter e a Pedra Filosofal
    • Russian – Гарри Поттер и философский камень
    • Irish – Harry Potter agus an Orechloch
    • Arabic (Egypt)
    • Macedonian
    • Slovenien – Harry Potter Kamen Modrosti
    • Albanian – Harry Potter dhe guri filozofl
    • Spanish – Harry Potter y la piedra filosofal
    • Chinese
    • English (USA) – Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone
    • French (Canada) – Harry Potter à l’école des sorciers
    • Finnish – Harry Potter og viskusteinninn
    • Croatian – Harry Potter i Kamen Mudraca
    • Dutch – Harry Potter en de Steen der Wijzen
    • Hungarian – Harry Potter és a bölcsek köve
    • English (UK) – Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone
    • German – Harry Potter und der Stein der Weisen

What I’ve loved most about collecting these is that you can go into any bookshop in the world and ask for Harry Potter, and they will immediately know what you are talking about. You then just have to hold up one finger to indicate that you want part one, and really, everyone from Albania to China  will know what you want.

It’s a connection between book lovers everywhere which I find rather amazing and wonderful and yes, sort of cool too.

12 March, 2008

Bullying

Oh, it’s starting younger and younger these days.

Friends of ours tell how their almost-four-year-old son is being picked on at Kindergarten (!) by a girl who is just a little bit older, but much bigger. She’s been pushing and hitting him, and it’s obviously been bad enough for him to not want to go back (this is something of a disaster as it took ages and ages for him get used to Kiga anyway). Apparently, he’s not the only one being bullied, other children have complained to their parents too, who in turn took the matter up with the teacher. She said she would have a word with the parents, and for a while, all was well.

Then, the other day, our friends’ son came home with a big scratch across his face. When she questioned him about it, he told his mum that the same girl as last time had hit him around the face with a slipper. He was rather proud of the fact that this time, he hadn’t cried, but our friend was furious and is now contemplating what to do next.

And that really is the question – what do you do about bullying, especially when it’s happening at such a young age? We haven’t as yet been confronted with this, but we did have an incident at the indoor playground today which got me thinking.

Henry was playing in the little toy house, pretty much minding his own business, as he usually does. Occasionally, other children would come into the house, or peek in through the windows. This didn’t bother him at all – on the contrary, he seemed quite pleased to have company. Then, however, a much bigger boy came in and started closing the windows from the inside, and pushing Henry’s hands off from where he was holding on. Henry can’t stand on his own yet, so I explained to the boy he should leave Henry’s hands as he needs to hold on to something. He then again pushed Henry’s hands away, I explained again why he shouldn’t do that, whilst looking around for his mum. So far, our experience of the playground has been excellent, as the mums (or dads) tend to look out for what their kids are up to and if they start anything (pushing other kids, taking toys someone else is playing with etc) they come over pretty quick and sort things out. This means it’s a very nice atmosphere there.

However, I couldn’t see this boy’s mum anywhere, and after he started getting quite rough and trying to push the little kids out of the house, I took Henry out and we went to play on the climbing frame. I did keep an eye on the boy though, and saw he was treating all  the children he came into contact with very roughly.

Still no mum.

(He also had a really disgusting runny nose that should have been being regularly wiped – so another reason for him mum to have been keeping an eye on him!)

Anyway, just as we were about to leave, my friend pointed out to me the boy’s mum. She was sitting up in the cafe area with her back to the room, completely ignoring everything that was going on.

I think this is where it all starts, and it really is up to the parents to show their children, even at this really young age, what is the correct and acceptable way to treat other children. Nobody wants their child to be bullied, but surely no-one wants their child to be the bully either?

11 March, 2008

Spammer Names

I have a number of email addresses that I use, including one which is freely available on the internet (yes, I know that’s just asking for trouble). I  get an awful lot of spam at this address, which only gets really annoying if I haven’t been able to access a computer for a few days and then have to wade through literally hundreds of emails to see if there are any genuine ones.

Going just by what’s been entered in as the “subject”, I can immediately tell if it’s crap or not – but if I just read the sender’s names, it’s not always so clear, as demonstrated by the list of today’s spammers:

  • Ila Denton
  • Josue Boggs
  • Amira Maio
  • Vernon Montes
  • Vicky Barrow
  • Cody Spaulding
  • Leigh Gregory
  • Cassandra Sumner
  • Hilton Jock
  • Sidney Bauer
  • Bobbie Devine
  • Todd Gonazles
  • Fritz Cortez
  • Saundra Long
  • Alfredo Ibarra

I then got to wondering what I would choose as my spammer name, and – what a surprise – there’s this lovely little gadget available to help you with just that. Isn’t the internet a wonderful thing?

 Oh, and incidentally, depending on which variation I put in:

My spammer name is Thyme C. Daedalus.
or :

My spammer name is Stumpy P. Redwood.

 or:

My spammer name is Spearmint H. Adjacent.

or even:

My spammer name is Syllogistic N. Privacy.
I can’t really see myself as a Stumpy Redwood, but Spearmint – now that’s a name that could grow on me…

10 March, 2008

Cleaning Day

Monday is my weekly cleaning day. I do also clean on other days of the week, but my Big Clean is on a Monday. It always seems to be extra messy after the weekend, and I like to start the week off feeling virtuous ;-)

So, here a list of the cleaning I did today. Fascinating, I know.

  • hoovered the whole flat (acutally vacuumed the whole flat, because we don’t have a Hoover. We have a Miele – a hot red nippy little thing that is about as sexy as a vacuum cleaner can get)
  • cleaned the bathroom (there’s nothing like a nice and sparkly bathroom)
  • shook all the rugs (am always amazed at the amount of dust that collects over the course of a week)
  • did three loads of wash
  • hung up three bloody loads of wash, due to tumble drier being broken (more on that in a mo)
  • put dishwasher on and put away all the stuff when it was done (this tended to get left for rather a long time, so we were in effect using the dishwasher as a type of crockery cupboard, while the sink and various surfaces in the kitchen got covered in piles of dirty plates. No more, though! I have made a pact with myself to ALWAYS clear away the clean stuff out of the dishwasher; that’s not the kind of pact that you break)

That was about it.
Now to my tumble drier – bloody thing wasn’t drying, which is so annoying. Turns out there was a sock of Henry’s stuck in the drum which was stopping it from turning – tumbling in fact! – and thereby drying things. I pulled out the sock but still nothing. M had a look when he got home from work and discovered that the belt had snapped. Not a problem, he’s already ordered a spare which will be fitted tomorrow, so I’ll be able to carry on with the mountain of washing that has suddenly multiplied like rabbits in the wash basket.

The fact that it’s not much of a problem has not stopped M from singing “Henry broke the drier, Henry broke the drier” all evening. Henry didn’t seem to be at all bothered, to be honest. He didn’t let it distract him from his macaroni and cheese, at any rate.

9 March, 2008

Weekend

A list!
Of Things I Did This Weekend:

  • baked a cake (a gorgeous chocolate and sour cherry, wheat-free, recipe I got from one of the mums at playgroup)
  • did some design work (did I mention I am a textile designer?)
  • took Isabel for a walk on our own on Saturday for some much-needed girl time, while the boys visited Oma
  • got up multiple times in the night to see to Henry, who is having problems sleeping through again (we reckon he’s dreaming exciting things and waking himself up – there certainly doesn’t seem to be any other reason for it)
  • made pizza
  • ate pizza ;-)
  • watched the Make or Break episode of DSDS (the German Pop Idol)
    (I watch very, very little tv, and I’m usually quite snobby about what I do watch, but for some reason I am obssessed with Deutschland sucht den Superstar and cannot miss it)
  • Sunday afternoon family walk in the forest up near Buoch

And now I shall go and start a Recipes page so I can link to the cake recipe I mentioned above. And while I’m at it, I might just cut myself a little slice of the aforementioned cake too….