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31 August 2009

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Thank you for the award. Shallow body that I am I've already uploaded the picture to my sidebar, not an easy feat on Type Pad. Or at least, not for the technologically challenged.
I'll post a proper reply when I've cogitated over the '7 things'. This may take some time...

Thank you D - a pretty feminine logo for my other blog.

I'm on the case. No problem nominating others, it's the interesting facts about me that have me stymied. I'll get there and will be back.

Hope you feel better soon.

Resonate. I like that. Thank you! I'll have to think what possibly could be interesting about me before I post it.

There's something about islands, isn't there? I'm always close to the ocean, which means I always can find a place to breathe and see an expanse of water. I couldn't live far from an ocean. Maybe a lake. A big lake.

Congratulations on your award, and thank you for passing it along to me. I share your reservations about the proliferation of these, but also have a soft spot for them when they come from a blogger I'm keen on. I've done a "7 interesting things"before so will see if I can find 7 more at some point in the next wee while. Meanwhile, what fun to have some new blogs to explore, with so many of us writing from/on islands!

Congratulations on the award! And wow .. all those writing prizes! You should be proud.

My first job was in a greengrocer, the old fashioned type where you had to weigh out the produce and put it into brown paper bags with twisted corners! It was a matter of pride to me to know the different varieties of apples, pears, and so on, and I loved the earth smell of the veg, and the scents of the fruits. I really enjoyed that job! The second was in Woolworths, on glassware, with a brief stint on cold meats. I hated that job. Just hated it!

I too worked for Woolies, on the sweet counter, between 1966-1968. My downfall was the Turkish Delight. I spent more time under the counter, munching the stock, than serving. I think I was rumbled - I got moved to the deli counter. Do you remember when Woolworth stores had a deli hung about with continental sausages and plastic ivy? I was the redhead sporting the attractive net headwear.

Thank you for all your comments. Fascinating to see that Woolworths connection . . . glassware and cold meats, Jay? No, I wouldn't have liked those sections either (the latter would have been a big dilemma for a veggie).

I do remember the Turkish Delight; yes, Ginger Grandma, you could make yourself really sick with that. But I'd forgotten about the delis and the plastic ivy. I do recall one shame-inducing morning, when all the Saturday girls were herded into the canteen and given a lecture, complete with sums and flip-chart, by the store manager. This was all about the hidden costs of scoffing stock. Babs and I sat through this red-faced, convinced that it was directed solely at us. I don't think it stopped us though. Do you think there's a confessional type book in all this? Something along the lines of "I worked at Woolworths; true stories from behind / under the counter".

Oh my goodness, two points of contact with you.
1. I won a Cadbury prize at school for writing about how chocolate was made.The Prize? A giant selection box of chocolate stuff. i might even still have the certificate around somewhere.
2. Job's Dairy!!! I live down the road from what we call "the flying cows" and an acquaintance of mine refers to as "the suicidal cows". When we see those cows on top of the building at the end of a long joourney we know that we are almost home.

Hello Ruth and welcome. Ah yes, the flying cows; my sister lives near Job's Dairy too, so I still get to see them from time to time. Just visited your blog, which is a delight!

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Thought for life

  • The House of Breath, William Goyen
    We are the carriers of lives and legends - who knows the unseen frescoes on the private walls of the skull?

Thinking about . . .

  • Daniel Klein, Travels with Epicurus
    I too listen to music more and more. Throughout my life, music has stirred me more than any other art form, and now, in old age, I find myself listening to it almost every evening, usually alone, for hours at a time.
  • Julia Blackburn, Thin Paths
    I began writing because I liked to write things down. I learnt foreign languages because they seemed to enter my head by a process of osmosis.
  • Joan Bakewell, Stop the Clocks
    I live contentedly alone. It's better that way and I am often thoughtful about what has been and what might have been. There are many like me.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Oh to be reborn within the pages of a book.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Why is it that we lose the things we love, and things cavalier cling to us and will be the measure of our worth after we’re gone?
  • Judith Kerr, Observer Magazine, 22 November 2015
    I don't believe in God. I find it much easier to believe in ancestors. I like to imagine they are pointing us in the right direction.

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